Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I don't know any other way of loving

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

But this, in which there is no I or you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep

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growing up comes with the decision that the person you wanna be with... is the nice guy :) and that relationships are for keeps.

:)

remember when i said i'd never look at your xanga again...

well i did haha.

and and.. :)

and my heart.. skipped a beat haha.

you really didn't have to do that..

but it made me smile like crazy

and now i can't sleep.. :P

too many musicals.. too little money..

karlo and i decided to save money.. haha. and i need that, we both do.. but why are there so many musicals right now that i so want to watch.. and so many restaurants where i want to eat.. and and and things i want to do.. and it annoys me that i could be working now and able to afford all those.. since there not really expensive if i had a regular salary... but no, i'm in med school.. supposedly living the dream.. but even after a whole week of rest, i still feel a little tired, not really refreshed, and not super excited to be back on monday, and i already have one "removal" haha (and i'm keeping it that way).. and yeah that's basically the dream morphing into a nightmare.. crazy.

but after all this, i still want to be a doctor, that's the only thing i want to do. medicine or bust. haha. even if there are many things i can do.. there's still only one thing i want.

so the musicals have to wait...but i'm still watching rent in february.. :P

re-post :)

i posted this last september 2004.. and i'm reposting it.. since it's for the exact same person ;) and apparently the effect of my insomnia is unstoppable reminiscing. or maybe i'm morphing into a real girl friend.. cheezy.. mushy.. and googly eyed... ew. haha. well not really ew.. hahahaha :P but seriously, i don't even like ashlee simpson. :P

Pieces of Me (Ashlee Simpson)

On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep
Then the phone rings, I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cuz you've come to rescue me

Fall... With you, I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts

[Chorus:]
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

I am moody, messy
I get restless, and it's senseless
How you never seem to care

When I'm angry, you listen
Make me happy it's a mission
And you won't stop til I'm there

Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast
When I hit that bottom
Crash, you're all I have

[Chorus:]
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

How do you know everything I'm about to say?
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face...
I hope it never goes away... yeah

On a Monday, I am waiting
And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms...
So I can breathe

[Chorus:]
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...

even if blogging here is old school..

i tried to re-design my blog and bring back my old html skills.. and i realized i no longer have them. after 2 hours of html editing where the end would have been my blog looking like a planner which would have been really nice... i quit. haha. and brought back this old fixed blogspot template. why? i don't even blog here anymore. :l even my dad said, "but blogging's done in facebook and twitter now"... YES i know... i have both. haha. but i was trying to get in touch with my sentimental side (guess i had one) by fixing up this blog where all my stories since the start of college can be found... meeting new friends, falling in like, joining orgs, first failures etc etc etc... and now 5 years later i'm in medschool... and blogs are limited to 160 characters.. and i'm with my guy best friend.. things i wouldn't have imagined when i started writing here 5 years ago.. so NO, i can't let go of this yet.. and as a very chatty person, it's getting hard to limit my stories into tweets. :P so i will blog old school once in a while.. in times like these, when my reminiscing is not limited.

oh and i'm supposed to be enrolling in the morning.. and i'm cooking for karlo during lunch.. ooooh :) can't wait... but i have reverted back to my insomniac ways so i'm just hoping i fall asleep soon.. if not, there's cable.