SUBSCRIBEika siyam nga bulan (9th month)
November 21st, 2004
How time flies so fast. 3 hours and 40 minutes from now it will be 22 November. Hmm. Really can’t believe that it will be 9 months since I have agreed to commit myself to this beautiful person. Amidst quarrels, misunderstandings and jealousy, somtimes unfounded, we’re still us.
I love you dear 
with all my heart
November 25th, 2004 at 1:19PM
YOU
For as long as eternity has no end,
I shall need you.
For as long as the beat remains in my heart,
I shall adore you.
For as long as the sky remains above the earth,
I shall want you.
All I’d ever longed for, I’ve found in you.
Your warm, gentle spirit
Your caressing touch
Like the fresh scent of dew on a cool summers morn,
I shall always love you
November 24th, 2004 at 5:27PM
Or this:
Deep into that darkness peering, long
I stood there wondering, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever
dared to dream before;
but the silence was unbroken, and the
stillness gave no token,
and the only word there spoken was
whispered word “Lenore”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured
back the word “Lenore”;
Merely this and nothing more.
-The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe)
November 24th, 2004 at 5:19PM
All these sounds almost like this:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breath and
height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of
sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quite need, by the sun and
candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for
right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from
praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood
faith.
And I love thee with a love I seemed to
lose
With my lost saints-I love thee with the
breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-And if God
choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
SONNET 43 (Sonnets from Portuguese
-Elizabeth Barret Browning)