GUY 2: Well, she's nice, smart, funny, talented, sweet and thoughtful.
GUY 1: But I thought you said you hated her, too?
GUY 2: Not "hate." That's such a strong word, man. Let's just say I don't like the way she nags at me, the way she asks me questions in an accusing manner, the way she gets jealous with my friends, especially if they're girls. I don't like it when she gets mad at me and ignores me when I try to ask her what I did wrong. I don't like it she acts all superior and such a know-it-all most of the time. I don't like how she always brags about this and that when there's nothing really much to brag about.
GUY 1: So, tell me, why are you still with her? Why can't you just break it off with her and find someone else?
GUY 2: Because I love her.
GUY 1: How can you love someone like that? I mean, based on what you said earlier, you seem to hate her more than you like her. So how is that possible? How can you love her?
GUY 2: I.. I don't know. Maybe because despite the fact that I hate it when she nags at me, I still think she just doesn't want me to mess things up like I often do. Maybe because despite the fact that I hate it when she seems to accuse me with things, she just doesn't want to be lied to and I think she only deserves the truth. Maybe because despite the way she gets so freakishly jealous of almost everyone I'm with, I think she's just afraid to lose me. Maybe because despite the way she acts cold towards me when I've done her wrong, I can't help but think it's her way of telling me to figure things out on my own — what I've done and what I'm supposed to do about it. Maybe because despite the fact that she's one boastful girl, she has every right to feel proud about what she has and who she is because she works hard to get them and she worked hard enough to get to where she is right now. And I should feel proud of her. No, I feel proud of her. Because she's a great person and I'm the one who's lucky to have her. It shames me to think that I even dared to complain about those little things when all she's ever been to me is one amazing girlfriend.
Cereals for Breakfast: Dear Ex,
I hope someday you will find an amazing guy. Someone who will be so proud to have you to call his own. Someone who will make you feel like you’re his everything and make you want to spend every moment of your time with him. I want you to fall so in love with him that falling out of love will be…
A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,
“God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the
place where love resides.”
Tanda ko pa yung araw na finollow mo ako. Ngayon yun ee. :)) Kasagsagan ng prusisyon ng Nazareno last year ng finollow mo ako. Sobrang tuwa ko nun ee. Ang laki ng ngiti ko, tumitili ako ng walang tunog, pumunta ng banyo para magtatalon sa tuwa at kilig. imbis na magmuni muni ako kasi pyesta ng Nazareno, iba ang inatupag ko. :(( :))))) At pag may na-llike kang post ko dito, nikikilig talaga ako ng bongga. hihihihi
Fan mo kasi talaga ako ee. Natutuwa kasi ako sa’yo. Di ko alam kung bakit. Basta. Sa facebook, liker ako ng status mo. haha Sa twitter, follower mo ako. Dito, liker din ako sa post mo. Ang weird ko lang. Sobrang pagka-hangaan ko talaga sa’yo. I really admire you. huhuhu. Tapos yung taste mo sa music, bet na bet ko. :)))
Nakausap na din kita dito dati pero di ko alam kung natatandaan mo pa ako. Nakapag-tweet pa ako sayo dati kaso di mo ata nakita kasi nakaprivate yung account ko. Ang fail ko. :(
Baka hindi mo to mabasa ngayong araw na to. 1/9/13. Kasi nga alam kong di ka na active dito sa tumblr. Wala lang, guto ko lang ishare sa’yo to. haha. Sana maging kaibigan kita, yung tipong kaasaran. Sige. nakakahiya na. Ayoko na. Bye. :)) :*
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Dear Accounting,
Nung una kita makilala, I thought hindi tayo magkakasundo. Nabalitaan ko na kasi marami ka ng pinaiyak, maraming tao ang napupuyat dahil sayo, di makakain, di makatulog, di mapakali kakaisip sayo. Marami ka na rin daw pinahirapan at sibubok ang pagtitiwala. Pero tignan mo, among others ikaw pa rin yung pinili ko. Na love at first sight ata talaga ako sayo. Pilit kitang sinuyo nung una, umayon ang panahon at pagkakataon, ngumiti ako dahil akala ko ok na tayo. Dumating ang mga sumunod pang taon, ngunit bakit ganun. Bigka kang nagbago. Natanong ko tuloy sa sarili ko kung anung mali ang nagawa ko at pinahirapan mo ako ng ganito.
Gabi gabi kitang iniisip. Napupuyat ako dahil sayo. Lahat naman ginagawa ko para maging ok tayo. Tinanggalan ko na ng karapatan ang sarili ko para gumala kasama ang iba para lang makapiling ka. Hindi na rin ako nag fafacebook para malaman mo na bawat oras ko kaya kong ibigay sayo. Pero bakit ganun, nahihirapan na ako. Ang daming problema ang bibibigay mo. Akala mo ata talagang likas na problem solver ako. Kaya ko naman yan pero step by step naman. Wag masyadong biglaan, hindi ako sanay sa madalian.
Susuko na saka ako, pero naalala ko ang unang tinuro mo sakin na dapat marunong akong mag adjust. Ok sige, sasabayan kita, kung mabilis ka mas bibilisan ko para lang maabutan kita. Mas gusto ko na sabay tayo, ayoko ng iniiwan mo ako. Naiiyak ako pag nilalayuan mo ako. Iintindihin pa rin kita kahit ganun pa man. Ayan, doble sikap na ang ginawa ko. Sipag at tyaga alam kong makakaya ko. Humingi na rin ako ng tulong sa iba. Pag di kita maintindihan, kumukunsulta na ako sa iba. Binalikan ko lahat ng pinagdaan natin, medyo malayo na rin pala ang ating narating. Bakit nga ba ngayon pa ako susuko? Ikaw ang pangarap ko. At gagawin ko lahat para matupad yun. Di ako susuko! Sabi mo I need to trust myself and most to trust Him. Then be it. Nagtiwala ako sa sarili ko na kakayanin ko at napaiyak ako ng sinabi mo na hindi ko to talaga kaya ng wala Siya. Thank you pa pagpapaintindi sa akin ng maraming bagay.
Sabi nila the best daw ang mga katulad ko dahil di lang marunong mag balanced magaling pa mag adjust at magreconcile. Natuwa naman ako, at lahat nang yun, natutunan ko dahil sayo. Alam mo, sa lalo mong pagpapahirap sakin, mas lalo kita minahal. Mas naintindihan ko kung bakit mo ginagawa lahat nang yun. Salamat sayo. Di ako susuko sayo. Pramis yun. Basta samahan mo ako ah. Hanggang sa dulo dapat magtulungan tayo. Kahit alam kong mahirap, I will never give up.
Sincerely,
Future CPA
You have to learn that sometimes it ISN’T LOVE. It’s just a feeling, A SUDDEN feeling and you just OVER-REACTED.
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New Year in the Philippines
The view of the Metro Manila skyline from Monterey Hills in San Mateo, Rizal.
Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil
RF: my dad is not my ideal man.
wala akong hinanakit or hatred sa tatay ko ha. mahal na mahal ko yun pero hindi lang siya yung ideal man ko. yung ibang anak na babae kasi pag tinanong mo sila kung anong ideal man nila sasabihin nilang katulad ng papa nila, etc. pero hindi talaga ako ee.
(Source: klerpolin)
#USTPaskuhan2012
UST paskuhan 2012 was a blast. Ang saya saya lang. :) First Paskuhan ko to. Kasi last year hindi ako pinayagan. Tapos yung concert pa ng mga banda. \m/ astig.
Met new friends. (Sheena, Charmin, Trish, Ashlyn, Paolo, Dyan, Carel) :) Blockmates of my friend, Nicole.
Yung fireworks <3. grabe ang ganda. mga 10 minutes akong nakatingala sa langit tapos napapatulala na lang ako, napapangiti, napapalakpak. speechless.
Overnight at Nicole’s apartment. Hanggang 10pm lang talaga dapat ang bisita pero nakatakas kami. Nakapuslit din sila ng alak. Tanduay Iced lang. mild lang naman. Naglaro ng Pusoy dos. di ako marunong nun tapos tinuruan nila ako tas natalo ko sila. :)) Naglaro din ng lucky 9. ang may talo may pulbos sa mukha. :))
Sila yung high school friends ko na nagaaral sa UST. :)) Nicole(Fine Arts) - Me - Jessica(Commerce). Threesome. Lol.
P.S. Di pala ako Thomasian. hahaha. at uulitin ko ulit to next year.
Pictures are not mine.
(Source: klerpolin)
Base By: Jahrenesis
