Ayan dahil bagong ayos Blog ko, dapat may bagong mukha din. Waht Hahaha. Hantok pa?
i’m never going to delete my blog so that in twenty years from now i can type my url, and scroll through somewhat of a time capsule and laugh at how much of a strange teenager i was.
The best way to love someone is to be just friends and wait until both of you realize that you need each other more than that. Never assume, never expect. Just wait.
I grew up thinking that black is black and
white is indeed white and that there’s nothing
else to describe the colors. No one ever told me
that blood, love, anger can be used for red. Or
pure, pristine can be used to substitute white. Or
how the color of my eyes can be a perfect synonym
for the color brown. And no one ever told me that
the bruise I got from my father can replace purple.
At the age of eight, I looked at myself in the mirror
and all I could think of were the words ugly, fat arms,
uneven fringe, four-eyed, inept, short, weird and all
those things that I usually hear during lunch. That was
when I found out that my name is synonymous to those
words. I grew up thinking that that’s all I can ever be.
No one ever told me, not even my parents, that true lexical
synonymy is rare. And I am not synonymous to those words.
But somehow, I found out that not all synonymous words
can be interchanged. A roller coaster ride can never be
titillating. His lips on my deepest folds is not simply an
act that excites me. But I never knew that when he said
that he wants to ‘mess me up’, he actually meant exploiting
everything that my young and naive frailty could give him.
And when I met him, the guy who proved to me that lexical
synonymy is indeed rare, I stopped comparing people to the
way leaves fall or how they crumble against a person’s feet.
My name was no longer synonymous to horrible, horrible
words. I was no longer synonymous to ugly. Instead, I wrote
his name and my name on a piece of paper. Folded it, kept it
in my journal and wished — still hopelessly wishing — that our
names will be synonymous to a love that lasts forever. But then,
his eyes that put the moon to shame are constant reminders
that true lexical synonymy is rare. But I’m still hoping that we’re
part of the things under the category of ‘rare’.
being sad while on tumblr is difficult because funny shit pops up on your dash and you laugh and you’re like “no do not interrupt my sadness with your funny gifs stop that”
Nag-palit na ng Dp yung #00 crush ko. Hahahahhahahah! Pucha updated. Sabi ko tatan-tanan ko na pang-iistalk rito baka mauwi pa sa pagmamahal e. Hay Mag-iisang taon na kame neto sa June 11, napaka-rami naidng alala simula noon, Kaso ako lang nakaka-alam at nakaka-alala. So Sad. HAHAHA Heartbreak.
So you have to sit down with yourself and take a step back from everything. To remember that no matter what happens, you’ll be okay. You’ve still got the nights out with the friends who know you best, conversations over coffee with family that never judge, and those walks through the trails that settle your mind. You have to remember that with every mistake comes a lesson and with every heartache comes a kind of understanding. You have to be content with the fact that love is taking a risk; but it’s a risk of the greatest kind. When you find the one that’s worth tearing down that brick wall around your heart, you have to walk into it willingly. You have to remember that no matter what happens, you still have yourself. That’s all you’ll ever need.”
Do you ever crave to be touched? Even in the most innocent way. I want someone to just hug me for a very long time or someone to lean against/ someone to lean on me. Maybe while sitting or laying next to someone just to have our legs, arms, or feet touching would be nice. I think that when you’re lonely for so long you constantly want to feel someone against you just as a constant reminder that you’re not alone.
Hi gulls. Kahit hindi ko na kayong ganong nakakausap dahil busy ako kakabilang ng kayamanan ko, eh hindi ko naman kayo nakalimutan. Yung isa diyan nagtatampo kasi sakin. Hindi ko daw siya kinakausap. Eh lahat naman kayo hindi ko kinakausap pa ulit -__- hahaha Madalang na kasi akong mag-ol, kung mag-ol naman saglit lang. Pero miss ko na talaga yung kumpleto tayong walo. hu kelan nga ba yung huli tayong magkakasama? As in yung kumpleto? Nung christmas party ng batch natin diba? Nung december pa yon. Saklap. Basta mith na mith ko na kayong kabalahuraan mga jeje. Ingat kayo lagi! Iloveyou mga porni! Mwa hart hart.(c) kay su na nag-edit at kay kwags sa pictures. lol P.S: hello kanila Miko at Zay! Miss ko narin kayo haha
HAHAHHA Sweetie. Miss you’all, bigtime! ♥
Bago man siguro ko mamatay. Meron pa kong gustong pasayahin sa kabila ng lahat ng pagsasakripisyo nya sa buhay para samin. *pero wala kong cancer wag kayong kabahan.HAHAHHAA*
Si Mama. Hi Ma, konting antay nalang pls. makakaramdam ka rin ng ginhawa. Pinapangako ko sayo, ipaparamdam ko lahat ng hindi mo pa naramdamang luho sa buhay simula ng nabuhay ka at nagkapamilya din. Mahirap man tayo ngayon, Literal. Hahaha Makakaahon din tayo. Pag-aralin nyo lang ako kahit napaka-pasaway ko. Hahaha Makaka-bawe ako sainyo. Pangako. Dadalin pa din kita sa ibang bansa para mag-bakasyon. Bibilan pa kita ng maraming pag-kain. Mag-dadate pa tayo sa kung saan saan. Ibibigay ko sayo lahat ng gustuhin mo. Iloveyou Ma. Sorry kung ganito ko ngayon. Babawe ako. Antay ka lang.
Do you ever just want to skip from all those hard times that breaks you, those heart aches that leaves you hanging, those broken promises that leaves you hoping, those friends that go, those times when the world can’t just seem to understand you, those times when people demean and measure where you stand, those times when the weight of the world just seems to prove more powerful than your strenght, those times when cry all alone in your dark, cold room because of all your problems.
Can’t we just skip to the part where we could just be happy about how we look with no prejudice? I’m dead tired if having to go through my days feeling alone, lost, confused and unwanted and at the end of the day I tell mysrlf that tomorrow will be better but in reality it isn’t.