May 2012
10 posts
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You are not coming...
It’s just your way of saying “ayoko na talaga sayo, siya na ang buhay ko”
Here are my last words for you…
I still love you… Naghintay ako, ng signs, ng pagkakataon, ng oras… Pero wala na talaga…
Hanggang dito na lang… Hindi ko na kaya pa ituloy…
Thank you, sa mga pinaramdam mo sa akin… Sa pagmamahal… Sa lahat…
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“She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn’t going...”
– Ann Brashares, Girls In Pants: The Third Summer Of The Sisterhood
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April 2012
36 posts
Ibinababa ko na ang lahat... Dahil mahal na mahal...
This coming MD convention, aantayin kita sa kung saan mang pwede ako mapagisa. Doon, hihintayin kita, kapag dumating ka… Kapag nilapitan mo ako, at kapag niyakap mo ako, ibig sabihin gusto at mahal mo pa ako… at gusto mo pang bigyan yung tayo ng isa pang pagkakaton… Kakalimutan ko ang lahat, kakalimutan natin ang lahat at tayo ay magiging mas masaya at yung tayo lang ang iisipin...
Alam mo yung iyak ka na lang ng iyak. Na hindi mo na alam kung ano gagawin at wala ng lumalabas na luha pero iyak ka pa din ng iyak. Yung hindi ka na makahinga sa sobrang sikip ng dibdib, na gusto mong manuntok, sumigaw o magwala…
Yung imbis na matuwa at mapangiti ka kapag naalala mo yung mga bagay na nangyari dati eh humahagol ka. Yung ang sakit. Lalo na dahil alam mong hindi na...
I will always remember this...
Oo. Sobrang alam ko na hindi na magiging tayo… Oo, sobrang alam ko na hindi na ako ang mahal mo. Hindi ko alam kung tinitignan o binibisita mo pa ‘to, basta ang masasabi ko lang, sobrang mahal pa din kita… at hindi ko na ito kinakaya. Sobrang dami kong gustong itanong sayo, sabihin sayo, gawin sayo pero hindi ko na magawa… Masaya ka na eh… Shit Tim! Sobrang...
Bente-Tres
This date may be one of my least favorite date but I’m still gonna do something about it. Something that is fun, crazy and one of a kind. Makalimutan ko lang yung dalawang bagay na meron sa araw na ‘to.
“Sometimes I feel so—I don’t know—lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when...”
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
I look at you or hear your name or hear someone talking about you and my smile starts to fade. It’s not because I hate you or I’m mad at you. I am simply hurt with what you did and I admit that I’m still falling, just falling from the cliff, even if no one is there willing to catch me. Whenever something or someone reminds me of you, I stop dead and watch myself as the memories and the feelings...
I am tired of crying and of seeing myself as a broken and shattered being that cries every now and then because of remembering the past. I am tired of remembering sad memories that break my heart into tiny bits of pieces every time I reminisce the past and compare it to the present.
I am tired of my tears staining my cheeks and they would not come off no matter how many times I wash my face. The...
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Harper Lee, you're next!
I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through anyway.
- To Kill A Mocking Bird, Harper Lee
New Spectacles
I think I have to buy myself a new pair of sunglasses even though my aviator works well for me, I am in need of something that would fit on my nose very well. Kasi naman, ako na nabiyayaan ng OOOOPS! Hindi po PANGONG ilong kundi ay MALIIT na ilong. Lalo na ngayon, I’ve already started to drive my car and the glare from the sun is making me blind! Eh tapos madalas mahulog si aviator kasi nga...
I'm fell in-love with John Green!
There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than...
“Someone stops trying.”
One Hot Wednesday Afternoon
*I cleaned my room
*I experimented on a toasted sandwich (which,btw, turned out to be the most delicious toasted sandwich I’ve ever tasted.)
*Washed my baby Vibrator :)) Yes, my car’s name is vibrator because it vibrates a lot!(duh?)
*And successfully parked my car. :)
Interesting afternoon.
Currently writing a very long letter for you
P.S. I still love you…
“Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle,...”
– Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
The Name Of This Book Is Secret: Page 348
There were a few easier, old-fashioned feelings, like: Happiness. Excitement. Pride. Anxiety. Fear. But there were other, vaguer, harder-to-pin-down feelings, like: A pit in the stomach that means something is either really good or really bad or both. A feeling of being old and young at once. A sense of beginnings and endings happening at the same time. A certainty that your life is changing, but...
Mahal na mahal pa din kita… At ang sakit sakit na… :(
…ay di na rin aasa pa na muling mahahagkan....
March 2012
8 posts
It's time to move on...
I admit that I am still holding on to something that I know will never happen because somewhere deep inside me, there is this little piece of hope that someday, it will.
I have to make a list
Paulo Coelho
The Alchemist
Eleven Minutes (Paperback)
Like the Flowing River
The Valkyries
Haruki Murakami
Norweigan Woods
Kafka on the Shore
The Wind-Up bird Chronicle
John Green
An Abundance of Katherines
Looking for Alaska
Paper Towns
Will Grayson, Will Grayson
The fault in our Stars
Cecilia Ahern
Every Year
The Gift
If you could see me now
A place called here
The...
