MYLAnism: me in a NutShell

Is there any feeling more uncomfortable than taking a dump in a place not called home? I swear it’s like a spy movie every time. You have to sneak in the corporate restroom making sure you don’t become the subject of break-time jokes, relieve yourself while hoping to God it doesn’t stink up the room, and then sneak back out as subtly as possible. And all this effort becomes useless as soon as the office gossip sees you and alerts the other employees that someone has defiled the restroom. Argh

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*******Myles is ’so like a guy! Gross!’ Graveh!

‘The meek shall inherit the earth. If that’s okay with you.

When your life starts to amount to nothing but the things that you want to achieve or the person you want or you should be because when you look deep inside and you find that there is nothing left there but a large gaping hole and you realize that you have virtually nothing in your life for you to hold on and no reason to keep on going either, take time and search your soul or whatever what’s left of it and get a grip on yourself because life should be more than this and you are stronger than you think you are right now and no matter what happens there will always be people like me who will be there for you so you wouldn’t have to face this alone because they love you so much they wouldn’t want you to be hard on yourself for they also look up to you for their strength.

And remember that you are loved and that you are special, and for every one person that will hate or despise you there are a hundred who love you back and are constantly praying even if they don’t believe in a perfect God or in heaven because they have lived too long in this hell that you will find true happiness and the true meaning of life as you journey down the road that you tread right now and hoping that you will continue to write on such moving articles and keep up the fight. i love you

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..to know what life is, look at me - beautiful

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I hate
summer.

I need
the clouds like most people need the sun. When I wake up, like this
morning to see damp gray skies, I am happier than waking up to any
other kind of morning. I don’t hate the sun or blue skies, but when
the Weather Channel gives their extended forecast I look for the days
with the floating clouds and animated rain.

 Too
much sunshine and I’m crawling out of my skin. I’m glad my
preferences don’t control the weather or we’d all be building
arks to stay afloat and I might be the only one left smiling. 

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*** I enjoy being misunderstood.

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How
come that as we grow older, we make lesser friends? Why is it that we
cannot have the usual pre-teen and teenage friends that we can summon
at a short notice, even to the point of bringing them to places not
first known to them?

How
I miss the simple life I had as a kid. Anyone can easily be our
friends. A new neighbor is eagerly welcomed in a game of patintero, a
classmate is automatically a friend–and we call them by their first
names, if not by their sweet, often repetitive nicknames. The ones we
call acquaintances eventually drift away and before you know it, you
have trouble remembering their names. i only have a few close friends
whom i can confide with but they have been around for years. and it’s
true that as one grows with years, it becomes harder to find someone
you can bond with.

How
things change as we grow old. What most of us have right now are
plain officemates, classmates, schoolmates, friends of friends, and
friends of relatives. Not really friends but simply acquaintances, or
accidental kagimik. I guess it’s because of the news we hear
everyday, violent ones, that is and the prejudices we accumulate
while we grow older.

Sometimes i wish that i never grew up..
we tend to complicate things as we grow older.. we have more "wants"
and "needs"..

i miss those days when all you need
to solve a conflict is a handful of "haw haw” milk candies..
;p

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It
seems lately that I am getting less emotional and getting more
analytical

I
think I’m starting to loose the child in me..
..oh God, don’t let
me fail the Little Prince!

Everyone
has a stalker. Everyone is a stalker.

The
real me. There is something to be said about holding out and keeping
things real. People are beyond GPAs and resumes.

Forget
political correctness. It only gives people a license to be politely
rude.

Love
has no exact definition, no bounds and may very well be infinite.
but
wanderers like me often wonder if there will ever be words to
describe it. i often try. i fail, but i try.

I’ve realized that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. The intensity may vary depending on the impact on your relationship. Just the same, it hurts when your pride is tipped-off. It cuts and it hurts

They say when your angry  you can say the the most disdainful and hurtful words. You can even condemn a person because of that intense feeeling. That happens b-coz as an angry person all one thinks is to make revenge and what better way to do that than to verbalize them. And later one would feel the guilt and the shame…”why did I say that?!”

It is easier to leave angry words unspoken than to heal a heart that had been broken by such spoken words.
This is precisely the reason why I hate saying things when I’m angry. Knowing how hurtful and mean i can be sometimes, I’d rather let it pass for awhile than confront the situation at once. I would rather sulk and run away because I’m afraid I would say words that I do not mean to say…especially to a friend that I truly cared for.  But sometimes, In the heat of the moment, I say words I don’t mean. i guess i shouldn’t have said the things that i said because it just made things worst. but i guess i just wanted to say the truth, what really happened.

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meron talagang mga bagay na hindi nareresolba sa papel o sa pagiging tahimik. may ilang mga tao na hindi naiimpluwensiyahan ng ano mang pakikitungo, liban sa direktang komprontasyon. may ilang mga pagkakataong kailangan mong itulak ang iyong karapatan, lalo na’t kung ito’y natatapakan. walang dapat ikahiya o ikatakot sa komprontasyon, bakus dapat mo itong tanawin na paraan kung saan lalo mong napapalakas ang iyong loob at nahihinang ang kakayanan mo sa pakikitungo sa iba’t-ibang tao. hindi ka pwedeng umiwas ng habang buhay. isa lang ang paraan para masanay, at yun ay ang ilagay ang sarili sa komprontasyon mismo.

kung natatakot ka pa rin, magsama ka ng ibang tao. resbak baga. hehehehe. para lumakas lalo loob mo.  

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*** Myles is actually good at confrontations (despite her infamous temper)..but if its with someone she cares about…her lips are sealed. But sometimes her tongue gets the better of her…

Midnight. Rudely awaken by several missed calls and this text msg:

00:07 am   ::   hapi bday to me…

One received call  06:00:52  am

*******

Never cry over spilled milk. It’s the worthless thing possible. The time that elapsed could never be regained and so are the wrong actions. I’m just glad that there are memories that we could dig up inside our head. Because by then, we learn to appreciate events that were long-forgotten and remember people that we’ve hurt and had hurt us along the way hoping that with time we/ they would fail to recall and learn to forget and forgive.

It’s true that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’a gone, but you also don’t know what you’ve been missing until it arrives.

I’m happy, you’re happy; we have no regrets and nothing more to wish for.

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I realized that there are some stories not meant to be written but should instead be kept to the self. So that’s what I’m doing. *wink*

What happened? Well, let us just say that he has his own "Once upon a time…" and I do not have his "…happily ever after" ending. It turns out we’re from different fairy tales. Nevertheless, I say thank you for the butterflies. They felt good.

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No author’s profile this week.

Myles can be a little too shy sometimes.

Though she has to admit that she’s stunningly gorgeous and smart and funny and witty and charming and….

by ryan v. alano

My
eyes grow wide

and
wider still

just
to capture

the
immensity

of
your beauty.

With
just one glance

you
caused to my heart

an
untamable fluttering.

The
fair complexion

of your angelic face;

your
beauteous lips;

the
gentle sway of your

raven
hair;

all
mesmerize me

and
give my heart

an
ecstatic bliss.

A poem written by a new acquaintance dedicated to yours truly :->. He tends to exaggerate Kinda reminds me of  Pablo Neruda’s style. And that’s saying something. 

This is his own tagalog translation of the "saddest poem" :

HULI

malamig,
malungkot ang gabi

na
din na tulad ng dati

pagkat
wala na sa aking tabi

ang
babaing sa puso’y itinatangi.

mga
alaala’y pilit na nagsusumiksik

ng
pag-iibigang di na maaaaring ibalik

bagama’t kaluluwa ko sa kaniya’y
nanabik

upang
muling damhin kaniyang yakap

at
mga halik.

minahal
ko siya noon

o
maaaring magpasa hanggang ngayon

pag-ibig na kay tagal hinubog ng
panahon

guguho
lang pala sa paglaon.

sinubukan
kong kaniyang puso’y muling maangkin

subalit
siya’y iba na ang kapiling

sana’y
ito na ang huling pasakit niya sa akin

at
ito ang huling tula ng kabiguang sa kaniya’y susulatin.

It absolutely floored me *sigh*.

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*** Myles believes that anything less than mad, passionate,
extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in
life to deal with and love should not be one of them.

*** She also believes that everyone has a poetic soul.

My deep dark secret? I’m really very beautiful deep inside. I have pretty intestines, so I’m told.

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***Myles apologizes for not updating Mylanism for nearly a  month. She has a life, now. (Myles is KIDDING!)

***Myles spent 23 years of existence wondering, which came first, the chicken or the egg.