D-day

i'm awake again
and another night withered away
a step closer to the end
random thoughts flash in my mind
but nothing really sticks
still tired
running on adrenaline
i know i'm going to collapse
sooner or later
just hoping i can last longer
my eyes are burning
mind's slowly fading
the strain creeping in
its nothing
a shot of caffeine can't handle
probably
i can do this
if i could just sleep again
but i know there's not much time
this would be over
whether i want to or not
no second chances
just wish i could finish
what i came here to do
before its too late

Our Greatest Fear

Marianne Williamson from her book A Return to Love

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

waiting for you

Playing my mind’s recollections
As the end of the day draws near
Reminiscing on the moments
When you were with me
Gazing at the starless sky
Seeking solace in the eve’s embrace
Listening through the silence
To hear your voice once more
And let the loneliness disappear
Though I seem lost and uncertain
With questions with no resolve
Shrouding my perception
Of the things I want to be
I find my way
With you
Doubts maybe raised and entertained
But it will just be a waste of time
For I would rather spend this instance
To catch the glimpse
Of your hand holding mine
And even if I wish
I had a thousand more
At least I had a chance
To say those three words
Before you had to go
And I stay.

Sampip

by Parokya ni Edgar

Some people love shoes
of different kinds
Some people love afternoons
or the way the moon shines
some people love sleeping as i do too
thats why i ask myself what is it with you

Is there something wrong with the way i speak?
you dont even see me when i pass you on the street
just poke my eyes until i cant see
Because i just cant get
Why you love to hate me
Love to hate me..yeah, yeah

and when i wake up you're the first thing on my mind
come to think everytime i'm dreaming of you
it takes a cold shower or maybe two
so that i can clear my head of its thoughts of you

Is there something wrong with the way i speak?
Do you even see me when i pass you on the street?
I"ll just close my eyes and just go to sleep
even though in my dreams you still love to hate me
Love to hate me..yeah yeah

call me crazy i just don't care
i'll never quit it so you better beware
i'm stucked to you like glue
until you tell me it's alright
to watch you right until i die

about me and my month of birth

I just picked it up from one of my friend's posts. It's funny how some of these things turn out to be true.
SEPTEMBER
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic.Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.