P. H. D.
Pretty. Hot. Dangerous.
 

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

this and that

just heard from our project manager that there's a 90% chance that we'll be required to report for work this weekend. also, our christmas break will start on the 24th pa. pardon me for the expression, pero POTAH! what the hell is the company doing to its employees? are we like robots here? WTF! hehe... OA ba? :p

anyway, here's a poem written by my friend for her ex:

Time flies and tells a story of us
You and I, a flicker of something that I can't grasp
Conflicted by lies and deception so unjust
Yet bound by a friendship that seems to last

Unsure of where the truth begins and ends
I question my faith in humanity and kindness.
But so determined not to harbor hate within,
My soul gathers all the pain therein.

Maybe tomorrow I will learn to hate and lie
Perhaps we will simply fade and say goodbye
Yet if friendships are as strong as youth
Maybe I will earn your respect enough to deserve the truth.

You and I, a hope that may or may not be
Whispers of something that I can't see
Broken promises and shattered dreams
Still nothing will ever be what it seems

Life itself teaches me to hold on
Clutching onto mem'ries time has spawned
Hoping that someday they will give you the key
And maybe enough courage to fight for me


nice, huh? :)

1 Comments:

Blogger vaniety said...

kainis! :p

15/12/04 21:02  

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