Random Thoughts

I hate Twilight but I like this song even if the melody is repetitive.

It has been one year since Neri Colmenares passed House Bill 3952, “An Act Recognizing Spousal Violence, Infidelity and Abandonment as Presumptive Psychological Incapacity Constituting a Ground for the Annulment of Marriage.” I wonder what happened to it?

As always, the church will have something to say about it. In an interview last year, Lipa Archbishop Ramon Arguelles said, “Ang problema dun sa pino-propose ni Congressman (Colmenares) at other bills similar to that ay leading to divorce. ‘Yung sa bills ni Congressman, we are promoting na masira ‘yung family. Why don’t we create bills that will preserve the family?”

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“Do not underestimate the power of the malandi girl”

Katawa.

Bwahahahaha.

I woke up today and felt that someone lay down beside me. I tried to move my body and tried to lie flat but I cannot move. I tried to open my eyes but it’s like I am seeing both my table (which is at the foot of the bed) and my rooms’ ceiling just above the headboard, at the same time. Virtually impossible. After a minute or two, I was able to move but the scary feeling of not being able to move and feeling that there’s another person on my bed aside from myself lasted for about an hour.

There was a time when I was sleeping in my moms room and woke up to find that I cannot move. I can see my parents on the bed and I tried to scream but it was futile as I cannot even open my mouth. Again, I was able to move after a minute or two.

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BY QUEEN ELIZABETH I

I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.