Welcome to Santa Cruz: February 2007


Saturday, February 24, 2007

Thank God I can now upload videos on Photobucket!


I am so thankful to Photobucket!;)
Since I'm so busy right now, even posting something with sense is so impossible.
But now, the videos that tell my stories can take the place of my typed letters!;)
Woohoo!;) I'm so lazy!;)
This is a video taken at McDonalds my friend was supposed to take a pic shot but she turned the video mode of my mobie phone on...
:)
My dream of a video blog is now a reality!;)
Expect more of my videos in the future!;)

Monday, February 05, 2007

Don't compromise yourself... Yourself is all you've got.

com·pro·mise [kom-pruh-mahyz] -

1. a settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands.
2. the result of such a settlement.
3. something intermediate between different things: The split-level is a compromise between a ranch house and a multistoried house.
4. an endangering, esp. of reputation; exposure to danger, suspicion, etc.: a compromise of one's integrity.
5. a middle way between two extremes


I'll give way just to make you happy.
Surrender one battle for you to win a hundred battle.
I'll be the loser if you can't stomach being the loser.
Laugh at your jokes that all points back to me like a knife stabbing my chest.
I'll say sorry even if I deserve an apology more than you do.
I'll take the blame.
I'll hug you whenever you feel alone.
I'll let you bite me, but let me bite back.
Say goodbye once, I'll stop you twice, do it thrice, you won't see me holding you back.
I won't act like a victim in this crime...
cause my conscience tells me that I'm also guilty.
I cried because of you, but I would still wipe your tears dry.
You walked a million kilometer just to say you love me, but I gave more importance to how much time I spent standing at a post waiting for you.
Don't call, I'll be fine,
Don't accept my apology...
Ignore me...
I'll compromise,
I'd rather choose to be hurt,
to be called a hypocrite,
than to loose you.
But then again,
how long will I compromise?
No one's asking me to do so...
Am I that naive to not realize that he also does the same?
And yet I kill myself subconsciously with expectations I don't need.

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