Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > bebong2005 > MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO |
|
in sickness... how i wish i could step back from my life and look at it (as an outsider)) from another perspective  ~ Jolielaide  |
|||
|
mabuti may karamay ako ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
oy we could start a club ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
there is a lot of going on nothing of them is good ~ Jolielaide
| ||
2/1/2009 12:01 am |
we can always...wish... step back a while...review...  then wake up  tomorrow is... another day  see yah!    
| ||
|
maybe you can tell me where to find that sort of friends ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
we can always...wish... step back a while...review... then wake up tomorrow is... another day see yah! so i can sleep thinking it could be great to wake up the next morning instead wishing i would die peacefullu in my sleep ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
there are people whom i regret meeting only once they hold also my life's sweetest memories but maybe because we didn't have the luxury of time for the relationships to turn sour who knows what could have happen if given the chance ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
from the very beginning i have no desired to keep large numbers of friends i always have been (and always will be) a solitary figure i never seek comfort in relationships in fact it terrifies me closeness chokes me up familiarity scare the hell out of me chance meetings appeals to me no string attach is my policy brief encounters seems ideal others coming and goings don't hold interest to each his own is for me the best i have nothing againsts having friends as long as there is no expectations attach to it i know i'm crazy but i have no problem with it ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
forgive the mood and the ramblings i'm hungry but i find nothing to eat ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
never put sugar in my tea it ruins the natural taste ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future; Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life. ~ Jolielaide
| ||
2/3/2009 11:47 am |
Hello Bebz, do you still remember Bingqilinren? he enjoyed reading your blogs...just to inform you that he passed away last sunday his body will be cremated on Feb. 11th...best regards, Grace
| ||
|
Hello Bebz, do you still remember Bingqilinren? he enjoyed reading your blogs...just to inform you that he passed away last sunday his body will be cremated on Feb. 11th...best regards, Grace is it because of old age or something more tragic? if i can clearly remember he had a fiancee somewhere in vietnam it must be awful time for her send my condolences if you can ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
I'm stone-cold hearted as I hear about the dearly departed Suicide, Murder, death all of this and I can't even have a sobbing breath My eyes show no emotion as I read About the boy that death is taking People ask me how can it be that I'm as cold as winter's sea? I can't answer what I don't know But none of my feelings even show I can't lie I don't know how to cry Crying was a weakness I couldn't express kids were like vultures they'd tear me to shreds I don't cry anymore instead there's blood on my floor Don't judge me because of it you don't know half the sht every day you feel the defeat. You close your eyes and wish it all away but you don't allow a tear to stray one tear and everyone's tearing you apart ripping a new hole in your heart. So when people wonder why I'm cruel and cold-hearted it’s because I wouldn't mind being.... dearly departed. ~ Jolielaide
| ||
2/4/2009 1:39 am |
oh! what a waste is it because of old age or something more tragic? if i can clearly remember he had a fiancee somewhere in vietnam it must be awful time for her send my condolences if you can  till after new year, got worst then into coma and never make it anymore.He gave a short testimony in anonymousblogger`s "Are you scared to die?" dated Oct. 28, 2008, if you`re interested to read more... Yes, he has a vietnamese fiancee, I will give your condolence.
| ||
2/6/2009 8:26 am |
Hello Bebz, do you still remember Bingqilinren? he enjoyed reading your blogs...just to inform you that he passed away last sunday his body will be cremated on Feb. 11th...best regards, Grace  Just when I was reading the rest of his entry, looking to see his return.We've lost a person and a poet.    within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
| ||
2/6/2009 11:37 pm |
Just when I was reading the rest of his entry, looking to see his return.We've lost a person and a poet. a real lost. He`s one of the few real guys I trusted here, a true friend who always give his 100%, even in his condition, he still offers a shoulder to cry on. He can be everything, a clown who can burst you to laughter, a lawyer, a musician as he can sing, play and compose, an adviser, a cook, a businessman and so on...Anyway, death is something we can`t control and he knows that May he rest in peace....
| ||
|
No, he`s only 46. He has a terminal liver sickness that needed a transplant. He discovered that 3 years ago and survived the 6 mos. life estimate by the doc. He was already in the high priority list but for some reason or the other, he just kept on waiting till after new year, got worst then into coma and never make it anymore.He gave a short testimony in anonymousblogger`s "Are you scared to die?" dated Oct. 28, 2008, if you`re interested to read more... Yes, he has a vietnamese fiancee, I will give your condolence. my father died of liver cirrhosis he was only 56 that was back in 1995 dec. 31 i saw his body on jan.04 1996 ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
Just when I was reading the rest of his entry, looking to see his return.We've lost a person and a poet. something about knocking on my door but i locked it or so i thought he will show up when he knows i'm back i waited now i know why ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
Indeed Jane a real lost. He`s one of the few real guys I trusted here, a true friend who always give his 100%, even in his condition, he still offers a shoulder to cry on. He can be everything, a clown who can burst you to laughter, a lawyer, a musician as he can sing, play and compose, an adviser, a cook, a businessman and so on...Anyway, death is something we can`t control and he knows that May he rest in peace....instead he tried to share beautiful things in life people like him always get my admiration ~ Jolielaide
| ||
2/8/2009 11:31 am |
he never mentioned his illness nor vying for sympathy instead he tried to share beautiful things in life people like him always get my admiration within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
| ||
|
trying the policy myself once and a while i have relapses and temp tendency to whine ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
“Forgive Me When I Whine” Today upon a bus I saw a lovely maiden with golden hair; I envied her–so beautiful, and how, I wished I were so fair; When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle; She had one foot and wore a crutch, but as she passed, she wore a smile Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two feet ‒the world is mine And when I stopped to buy some sweets, the lad who served me had such charm; he seemed to radiate good cheer, his manner was so kind and warm; I said, “it’s nice to deal with you, such courtesy I seldom find;” He turned and said, “Oh, thank you sir.” And then I saw that he was blind. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine, I have two eyes, the world is mine. Then when walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue; He stood and watched the others play, it seemed he knew not what to do; I stopped a moment, then I said, “Why don’t you join the others, dear? He looked ahead without a word, I realized ‒he could not hear. Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two ears, the world is mine With feet to take me where I’d go, with eyes to see the sunsets glow, with ears to hear what I would know, I am blessed indeed. The world is mine Oh God, forgive me when I whine. ~ Jolielaide
| ||
|
if your whine were wine it would be a cheap merlot a perfumed promise void of body madison avenue promises leave an acid and vinegar aftertaste much like your misplaced social concern lived at the expense of others why should i pay for your self-esteem for your pet projects and peeves why must others endure the expense of your intoleration there are times that i would gladly pay to bottle and cork your whine ~ Jolielaide
| ||
2/11/2009 2:55 pm |
he wrote a poem for me (i thought) when i disappeared last year something about knocking on my door but i locked it or so i thought he will show up when he knows i'm back i waited now i know why
|
×
×