Matagal na rin nung huling may nakapansin sa mata ko. Ngayon na lang ulit at sa litrato ko pa niya napansin. Nakakabilib lang kasi napansin niya yun kahit na may ‘effects’ yung litrato ko. Kaunting tao lang ang nakakapansin ng mata ko, pamilya, malalapit na kaibigan pati na rin yung mga taong masasabi kong ‘observant’.
May kaklase ako noong highschool, 2 taon ko siya naging kaklase, hindi kami masyadong malapit noon, nagkaroon ng pagkakataon na makapagusap kami, yung tipong magkakwentuhan. Habang nagkkwentuhan kami bigla niyang tinanong kung nag-‘curl’ daw ba ako ng pilikmata ko. Sabi ko natural yan. Ang ganda daw.
Meron akong nakilala noon, nakakwentuhan ko siya, nakatawanan, nakangitian, bigla niyang tinanong bakit daw ako naiiyak. Nagulat ako, di ko naman nararamdaman na naluluha ako. Meron daw akong ‘teary eyes’.
Yung mga malalapit na kaibigan ko na pumupunta sa bahay at nakikita yung mga pinsan ko, sasabihin nila pare parehas daw mata namin. Nakakaawa. May nakakaawang mata daw kami.
Yung nakapansin ngayon ng mata ko, sinabi na may ‘compassionate eyes’ ako.
Minsan, pag pasok ko sa eskwelahan, magtatanong mga kaibigan ko kung bakit mugto mata ko. Hindi naman ako umiiyak nung gabi.
At ganyan din ang sinasabi ng ibang tao sa mata ko.
SYMPHONY SOLDIER: a love letter i never sent
just found this. wow. really letting you guys in on this one. she really was amazing. it just never made it into her hands or eyes. not sure why. hope to find this again soon… here is a piece of it (and me):
“last night… i wasn’t just running my fingers through your hair… I was running my fingers…
i love you.
i love you means that i’ll always love you. that i loved you then. that i love you now. that i will love you after. i love you means i loved you before the word was defined. since before life existed. it means that i will love you even when earth is just stardust scattering across infinite space. i love you means you are felt and not just heard. that you exist both behind my eyes and inside my chest. i love you means that i love who you are, who you will be, and who you have been. it means that i love what you do and what you say. i love you means that your scars and your triumphs are both one in the same. i love you means wrinkles and grey are just the same as porcelain and brown. i love you means i love me. because you are apart of me and i love everywhere and everything that you are. i love you means leaving the world around us in our crossfire. i love you means that we may burn… but that we would rather burn than to live without knowing what it feels like to be ignited. i love you means i won’t let go… that i was holding on before i knew exactly what i was holding on to. i love you means i am prepared to free fall… but never prepared to land. i love you means i will never intentionally inflict pain upon you… but if for some reason i ever do.. i will hurt with you until it is gone. i love you means there will be no one else. i love you means that there never was. i love you means a moment. i love you means a lifetime. i love you isn’t just three simple words… it’s every word i’ve spoken since your eyes met mine.
i love you.
-alexander michael deleon
SYMPHONY SOLDIER: don't be afraid to grow old
when wrinkles paint your skin… i’ll admire every inch… yes, i’ll hold you from within… though versus time we never win… i will love you while we live.
when your hair is turning gray… i will remind you every day… that seasons, they will change… but through december i will stay… and be your march,…
SYMPHONY SOLDIER: THESE ARE THE LIES
i don’t love you, i don’t need you
i don’t ever want to see you again
i have moved on, and things are perfect
i’m okay with us just being friends.
cuz i don’t think about you, every single night i am fine without you
i sleep tight when i’m not beside you.
i’m moving on, moving on
i never believed in angels…
because i had never felt their wings.
i never believed in paradise…
because i had never held the key.
i never believed in mirrors…
because i hated what i’d see.
i never believed in love…
because it never believed in me.
-alexander michael deleon
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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