fought the break of dawn… and lost

January 22nd, 2007 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

somebody asked me about this:

fought the break of dawn… and lost

for the longest time i was fighting the break of dawn. i fought something that was inevitable and unchangeable, thus my apparent defeat. i’m not used to it. i am a scorpio, and by law of the cosmic universe, i am to get what i want (most of the time, anyways).

after kicking and struggling and then, kicking some more, and then trying to push the sun back down, it finally shone. this is supposed to be a good thing, right? for what can be better than the sun shining, in it’s outmost glory, leaving the semi-darkness of the dawn behind?

i’ll tell you what’s better than that.

we. us. we thrived in semi-darkness. we grew in confusion, thus with clarity, we were destroyed. now that we have the boundaries set, along with the coming of the light, confusion has no place in our lives. confusion has no part in your life. i am confusion, thus i do not belong there, with you.

sweet dreams.

pa

January 22nd, 2007 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

are you ok?

there’s that question again. will everybody please stop asking…

i know they mean well, and i know that they are genuinely concerned, but need i be reminded everytime, of the loss that i have no words for?

i’m trying to move on. so let’s not talk about it. y’all know that i’ll talk when i’m ready. and right now is not a good time.

please don’t get me wrong. the support is greatly appreciated. and it means alot.

sooner or later i would have to mourn. and believe you me, i will. i just can’t afford to do that right now. i’m still trying to organize my thoughts. to be honest, i’m devoid of any emotions whatsoever. i don’t know what to feel.

sometimes i feel so tired. mostly i just feel helpless. helpless. no matter what i do there’s no bringing him back, and God knows there’s a whole lot that i need to say to him. plus there’s a whole lot i need to ask.

i want to know what happened to us. when did it change. was it my fault? did i pull away from him, when i was growing up? was it a classic clash of personalities? does he know that irregardless of everything that happened, i love him? i never told him. i told alot of people, people who were willing to listen to my crap. i told all of them. now i’m realizing that it was him that i should have talked with. now, no matter how i scream and shout, he ain’t gonna hear me.

it’s funny that now, it’s easier to recall all the good stuff. when i close my eyes, i see my father. smoking his cigie and drinking his beer. he was telling his friends how i, his daughter won that taek compet i joined the other day. a competition he never saw.

i hope he knows that i miss him so much. and though we never talked a lot, knowing that he’s never coming home is slowly killing me.

i have to be strong, though. panganay ako eh.

john

January 16th, 2007 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

i never thought i’d say this, this soon. im letting go kuya. completely. totally. definitely. you’ll get no more sms, no more calls, no more thought waves from me. no more.

Loser

December 4th, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

My name is Kara.

Every year when December swings in, I remember this.

December three years ago.

I had a friend whom I have not spoken to or seen for a long time now. He had his birthday just recently, very very recently. For reasons I can not think of, I remebered, and I decided to send him an sms, to greet him a happy birthday. I should have expected it. He had erased my number prior to that said event. I got a big, fat, "may I know whose texting, please?". Silly me.

However, this was my answer to that question:

I am that present in that annoyingly huge box, wrapped in recycled gift wrapper, that you promptly threw away after deciding that you would, or could not find a use for. I am that gift that you get every year for Christmas, that you ask Santa about. You ask him why he gave you that gift, when it is very clear that it is not on your wish list. You tell Santa how this thing will just clutter up your room, gather dust, and will remain unused after billions and trillions of years.

Ten years in the future, when you know better, and there is only one thing on your list, you will not get it, for Santa will say, "Son, I gave you what you’re wishing for, ten years ago. I’m so sorry you couldn’t see it then."

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Isn’t it funny that it’s only been three years? And yet here you are realizing what you lost.

Off to the rubbish bin. Never to be seen again.

Happy birthday Aero.

pare koi…..

November 14th, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

I’ll be your sweet november

I’ll pick up the broken pieces

I’ll be your sweet november

and teach you to love again

come rest your daunted heart

into my open arms

because now your weary soul

won’t need a good luck charm

let me take you to places

where you have never been

and let’s unlock such secrets

no one else has ever seen

let me show you the beauty

that’s hidden in your heart

until you see clearly

all that’s in the dark

I’ll help you stand up

and start your life anew

I’ll push you into walking

’til you’re running through and through

come the time that you don’t need me

that’s when I’ll let you go

for now, I’m sweet november

and that’s all there is to know

October 31st, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

I got one again. Those chain letters, chain text messages, chain e-mails or what-have-you’s that you need to pass around to ensure a better future for yourself. I’m sick and tired of all that crap. Please stop sending it to me. If not for mercy, then for one of the following reasons:

• I will not send it out. I do not believe that we have a God so ruthless, and vengeful, that he will curse you with one year or a lifetime of miserable agony because you refused to pass on a message pronouncing His existence. I do not need a chain of mail to tell me that God exists. I know He does. He saved my pathetic, despicable, unforgivable ass millions and gazillions of time. I know He does that because He cares (though I will never know why) about me.

• I will not waste my time passing on messages like I’m a zealot of some sort. I am not, but I will proclaim the word of my Lord, in my own little ways.

• I don’t believe that a million chain letters or chain text going around (most of it passed on because of fear of being cursed for eternity) will be more effective than one fervent prayer said to prevent the world from self destructing. So please cut your phone bills and surf time and stop passing on those chain whatever’s to me.

Thank you.

mommy ko

October 10th, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

I write now.

And now I do not write fiction. Now, I write as me, and this is how I feel.

I miss my mother. Now, that I’m all grown up, (let’s not talk about maturity level, though, my mother thinks I have that of a six year old) and I’ve seen more than kindergarten, I’m beginning to realize how right she is about things, about the world, and most especially, about me.

She always believed in me. Now that I’m thinking more and more, I wonder where she gets that resilience. I have failed her numerous, in fact countless times (and more so, in fact, in some aspects, I am still failing her continuously), but that faith in me never waned or wavered. She saw strength, where everyone else saw weakness; courage, where everyone else saw blind bravado. She never focused on the dot. She always saw the paper background.

I’ll pull through Mom! I’ll pull through for you, and because of you. Someday I’ll make you proud. I mean I know you are, but someday, you’ll wake up, and find my room clean. Spotless. No dishes on the bed, or water jugs on the floor. Someday my closet will be immaculate. Color coded even. And I know that nothing can make you prouder the day I hike up my maturity level to that of at least, a teen ager :)

I love you Mommy.

And thanks.

For everything.

meantime girl… hay…

October 5th, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

actually galing to k whel, but i’ve read it before… mejo ganito lang kasi ung feeling ko ngaun….

She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your company’s christmas party, or to go dancing with on a saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "the one". You know, the one who you keep in the meantime.

   She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy(or rather kinda tomboy), but you dont look at her as a "real" woman either. She’s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. Shes too laid back, too easily amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable - she doesnt make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But shes cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when youre lonely or horny and needs intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine. You dont hafta wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you dont have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You’re not trying to get anything of substance outta her. She’s not easy but you know she cares about you and she’s attracted to you, and that she’l give you the intimacy you need. And you know you dont hafta explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isnt a beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possiblility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It wont bother her that you’ll get up in the morning(or after the activity) put your pants, say goodbye and go ona date with the woman you’ve been mooning over the week who finally agreed to go out with you. She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She’s just sooo cool… Why cant all women be like that?!

   But deep down, if you really think about it(which you proly dont because to you, the situation between the two of you isnt important enough to merit any real thought) you know that its really not fair. You know that altho she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you dont think shes good enough to spend any real time with.

   Sure, its mostly her fault, because she doesnt hafta give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But  you and she both know that she proly couldnt pull it off. May be she’s too short, or a lil overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead..Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or  think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. You’ll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding and she’ll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.

   She doesnt captivate ypu with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly She blends in the crowd. She’s safe. She doesnt want to be the center of attention and turnthe heads of everyone in the room. but she wants to turn someone’s head. She wants to be special to someone too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact she proly has a bigger and better heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The-Mess-That-Is-Your-Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because altho youve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

   Anyway, yeah. Ima meantime girl, still being one. I dunno the reason, really, and at this point i dun even care. I just want to let every guy know, who’s ever had the good fortune to have a meantime girl, that we may be a lot fun, but we cry too, a lot.

   And someday we wont be around.

tonch II

October 2nd, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

Brainstorm

take me away from the norm

I got to tell you something

this phenomenon

I had to put it in a song

and it goes like

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

you ought to know what brings me here

you glide through my head blind to fear

and I know why

whoa, amber is the color of your energy

whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy

whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You live too far away

your voice rings like a bell anyway

don’t give up your independence

unless it feels so right

nothing good comes easily

sometimes you gotta fight

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy

whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

launched a thousand ships in my heart, so easy

still it’s fine from afar, and you know that

whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm

whoa, I got to tell you something

-amber/311

‘Twas nice seeing you again, man! *mwah*

arrgghh!!!

September 27th, 2006 by fatima-nuevedepebrero

Hell, I think it’s one of those days. Or maybe not. Or maybe I’ve finally gone over the brink. Or maybe I’ve lived there all my life. Maybe. I dunno. Or maybe this is what they call middle-mid life crisis, or something like that. Or quarter life crisis. Whatever. Hell, they must have a name for this.

Or maybe i just need to start training again. Or probably take up running. Or boxing. Or ballet. Man, I need to move. This sedentary life is bringing about the destruction of my sanity.

I mean, I love working. Finally, I think I’m a part of the “grown up world” that they were talking about, back in college. Or if not that, then at least the tax generating world. I sure know I am far from being qualified to walk around, saying that I’m grown up. Well, at least EQ-wise. I should stop writing blogs, put on my kick shoes and goddamn train.