Tags: break even, the script
- No it Don't Break Eeeeeeeveeeen Nooooooooo!
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snicheepoy- May 15th, 2011
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
- Syala!
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
Sa office...
Boylet: Mahal mo 'ko?
Me: *nods*
Boylet: Ano? Di ko marinig.
Me: O---o. Ano ba yan ang panget ng lugar tiyaka timing.
Boylet: Kung gusto mo ng fairy tale, pumunta ka sa England.
Me: Target ko nga si Prince Harry e.
Boylet: ...
Wala na si boylet ngayon, iniwan na 'ko. @@!@#@#$$%$^%&^*&(*)(_)(_)(*&^&%^%$%$#$#@#@!!!!!
Ang senti ko, !@Q@#@$#%%$%^^%^&^*&(***)()*(*&&^%^%$%$#$!!!!
Hahahahaha!
- Cannot be, Borrow One From Me
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
No, not on my last sem in grad school. Last sem, baby!
- FFFFFFFFFFFFFF
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
- Yeah, I think so, too
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
You didn’t love her, you just didn’t want to be alone.
Or maybe, maybe, she was just good for your ego,
or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life,
but you didn’t love her,
because you don’t destroy the people you love.
-Grey's Anatomy
- Why, Really?
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
Ay nyeta.
- What Now?
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
-Pablo Neruda
- Cheer up, Awesome Lady
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
- Crap
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- snicheepoy
- May 12th, 2011
Monolog from 'Fall' (1997)
by Eric Schaeffer
I've wanted to tell you for awhile now.
i wanted to say it
as you reached for a teacup
in your kitchen that night we fought
about "why we always have to eat
chinese food on your floor"
and then made-up.
i wanted to say it
as the moonlight shown in on you
as you slept in your bed
the first time we made love there.
when i felt your heart racing against my chest.
in your (room) in spain,
when you first saw your roses,
even though i wasn't there.
but mostly i wanted to say it
the last night i saw you,
as i held you in my arms
looking down at your precious face
knowingly looking up at me.
still inside you,
quiet,
motionless,
but so inside you.
i wanted so badly to tell you that...
the words each time graced my lips
like an impostor.
only to fall away
like some great blizzard
that was taken out to sea
to rain it's fury on the dark ocean,
alone, unbeknownst to any hearing.
i pray that you can hear them
for what they are,
feel them for what they are,
and not mar them with the knowledge
that they stand apart from your ability
to reciprocate them.
please take them in your heart,
feel them with your eyes closed
and your soul open
for just a moment.
my voice speaking them softly
in your ear,
with a kiss.when you smile,
when your head lightly moves to dance,
when your tongue finds my lips,
when you ramble over a glass of wine,
when you sit naked
after we've made love,
when you act boldly,
when you laugh,
when you squeeze my hand,
when you call my name in a gruff whisper,
when your heart races on my chest
in a close embrace,
when you love me.
what i'm sad about is selfish.
i'm sad at god's timing,
i'm only a man.
and as a man i miss you.
i miss you terribly.
i miss your kiss.
i miss your smile.
oh, how i miss your smile.
but most of all i miss the moment
that hasn't happened yet.
the moment when you let yourself
fall for me.
what makes it hard for me
is knowing how much you care for me,
how much in a way you do love me.
how much you would enjoy
smiling wryly as you hurled yourself
backwards off the cliff,
and said "catch me, baby."
if i didn't know that,
i could make you a villain,
me a victim,
and soothe myself.
but i can't
because it isn't the truth.
the truth we both know.
the truth is "not today".
i know you're not leaving (him) for me,
and i wouldn't want you to.
i would want you to leave him for you.
i also know you would never
fly a million miles
just to see me smile at you.
someday maybe, but not today.
so i guess i better disappear.
i know you'll be o.k.
and soon i will be too.
and maybe, just maybe,if god so desires,
a day will come
when as friends
we will find ourselves
accidentally strolling along
the white cliffs of dover,
or the mountain rocks of mendocino,
or the bonny emerald north
of the scottish seaboard,
or the glistening harbor of old new york.
and from the heights in the stars,
amongst the angels
whose arms will cradle us,
in a moment neither of us was told about,
but knew like our oldest happiness.
we will look into each other's eyes
and know... it is today.
it is today.
and whether that day is tomorrow,
or next week,
or next year,
or next lifetime.
i will finally get to tell you
to your sweet face,
the face that i will miss
more than i could ever tell,
that...
i love you,
i love you,
oh, baby, i love you.
and you'll smile wryly,
close your eyes,
say "catch me, baby",
and fall.
