Wednesday, August 30, 2006

POOP.

Pooey.


You are missed, ass.



Hmf.

posted by Miss Mal @ Wednesday, August 30, 2006 0 Comments

Tutti Fruiti

Call me weird, but ye, i am soooooo friggin kilig with the song going crazii. And it IS crazii, ye. To think that there is no one i sing this song to. *sighs*

I feel dumb to be like this - going gaga over a song. Hahaha. Damn. I feel like I am possessed or something.This song makes me want to be involved with someone again, get hooked with that love-drunk thing once more. Poop.

Ye.
This is stupid.
Haha.
And I am too, long time ago.

posted by Miss Mal @ Wednesday, August 30, 2006 0 Comments

Sunday, August 27, 2006

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Maleen's everyday life: EMPTY

EMPTY means
nothing fun happening.
doing the usual.
time passing by unnoticed.
excitement on the lowest possible level.
no flirt trips.
no bitch trips.
or simply, no trips.
no nothing.
looking forward to n-o-t-h-i-n-g, AT ALL.
no highlights.
no climax.
no conflict.
tacki storii.
tasteless.
ending the day wit a nonexistent note.




but yes, i do exagerrate sometimes.
and you shouldn't be asking why i do.
*shrugs*

posted by Miss Mal @ Sunday, August 27, 2006 0 Comments

my new

ADDICTION


and believe me, addiction, means addiction fa real. haha.
but i can get over addiction in no time.
hmmm.

don't wish you be my addiction. believe me, you won't like it.

posted by Miss Mal @ Sunday, August 27, 2006 4 Comments

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

It is NO FAIR fa real. Tss tss. 


If you dress sexy, he says you're a slut.

If you don't dress nice, he says you're ugly.

If you argue with him, he says you're stubborn.

If you're quiet, he says you're stupid.

If you call him, he says you're needy and clingy.

If he calls you, he says you should be grateful .

If you lecture him, he'll say you're bitchy.

If he lectures you, it's because (he's CYKOE!.)

If you don't fuck him, he'll say you don't love him.

If you do, he'll say you're easy.

If you tell him your problems, he'll say you're irritating.

If you don't, he'll say you don't trust him.

If you don't love him, he'll try to win you.

If you love him, he'll leave you.

If you break a promise, you can't be trusted.

If he breaks it, he had to.

If you cheat... you expect it to be over.

If he cheats... he expects to be given another chance.


posted by Miss Mal @ Wednesday, August 23, 2006 2 Comments

Sunday, August 20, 2006

long forgotten.

THE OLD BLOG

posted by Miss Mal @ Sunday, August 20, 2006 2 Comments

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Hmmm.

Say a homeless, beggar tells you that you were about to die in a week. Sounds familiar. Yes. It should be. I watched that Jolie's film 'Life or Something Like It' (again) last Saturdai. Course, I cried once more.

I don't know what I'm gunna do if I was Angelina there in that movie.

How bout you, what would you do?

Must be nice if you will know exactli when you're gunna die.
Must be nice, cause for sure you will do all the things that you won't do if you know you're not going home yet.

Just like what Jolie said in the movie:


Live life like it is your last.....


.... cause one day it will be.




Thas for sure, honeii.

posted by Miss Mal @ Saturday, August 19, 2006 2 Comments

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

CLICKitey click click.

Will you still love me in the morning?






Forever and ever babe.

Forever and ever.

Forever.

posted by Miss Mal @ Tuesday, August 15, 2006 2 Comments

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Profound love: nowhere to be found; extinct

Bridges of Madison County was the latest book I started on and was able to finish. (clap, clap, clap. haha.) It was the true life story of two people hooked and drawn to that kind of love which is so profound, something that is nonexistent nowadays (at least for me, you can quote me on that) The love they had was not that of the selfish love most people share.

At a time like ours, we won't find anything like that.

I see people fall in love so fast and fall out of it so much faster.
I see couple drifting apart.
I sense hearts breaking all the time.
Every minute, a new relationship is born.
But for every second, 5 or more relationships die.
Relationships break easily.


This is true and real.
I can feel it every waking moment.
And sips right through me everytime I try to sleep.
But I don't ask why.
I take it as it is.
I don't want to question the inevitable loss, the existence of nothing, and the barely-there thing left.
The answers might just confuse me all the more. Or I might find out that there were no answers really.


Robert Kincaid was definitely the last of the cowboys. They are gone now, but it's ok. That's how life rolls. I never get sad no more for the nonexistence of those beautiful things. I would have to live with life's imperfection. Just like Marilyn Monroe said, imperfection is beauty.


This profound love each of us wants may not exist no more, but we can create a love that is entirely our own, maybe far greater than that.


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For all the Robert Kincaids who lived and died, my love goes out to you all.
For all the Francesca Johnsons, we do not have to wait for another Robert Kincaid, let's make a Robert Kincaid out of em bastards. We can do it because we're special like that.

posted by Miss Mal @ Sunday, August 13, 2006 0 Comments

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

*

would you give up your happiness so that your happiness will finalli find it's happiness even if it means losing your only happiness?


i think i would.
did too.

posted by Miss Mal @ Tuesday, August 08, 2006 3 Comments

Saturday, August 05, 2006

what is.....

LOVE?

it would take just one click, babii.
cum on.
do it.

posted by Miss Mal @ Saturday, August 05, 2006 2 Comments

I am happy when they are.

Lukie and Jerome.
Sweetos and Athan.
Bhubeng and Mico.
Ate Jaiane and his Babii.
Red and Rim.
Ronnee and Jay.
Peyt and Butt.


*happi sigh*

at least i know love still exists.
that is enough.

posted by Miss Mal @ Saturday, August 05, 2006 0 Comments

hmmmF(uck!)

baket amboring ng buhay ko?
wala man lan bago.
wala.
walaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
same old.
kakainis.
hmf.





RANTS.

posted by Miss Mal @ Saturday, August 05, 2006 0 Comments