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Pael is pragmatic. My mom is corpulet.
While reading Perks of Being a Wallflower on the train back to Firenze from Pisa, April 15, 2012
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I don’t know what it is about riding trains but it usually makes me think of my life, how things make me feel.
Train ride from Firenze to Pisa, April 15, 2012
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Forgiving myself.
Loving my family no matter what.
Train ride from Venezia to Firenze, April 13, 2012

Your Birthday

I knew I should never have done but I looked at your Facebook Wall yesterday. It saddened me.

Today’s your birthday and I feel much better. I ran 16 minutes last night and was late for work.

I’m listening to a just discovered French hip hop DJ and I feel good.

Goodbye.

After your birthday at Distillery

You didn’t text yesterday or today :(

March 8, 2012

The things you make me feel

The secrets you made me keep

The whispers that echo in my sleep

I toss and turn sighing deep

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When do I arrive to silence

The calm of heart and mind

When will I see stars through haze

When will I smile a real smile

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It’s a morning like everyday

I’m here standing, unmoving

Push me over the edge

Strip me of my fears - it’s over

The thing about being single

Is that all your pent up thoughts stay with you and you’ve got no one to share them with. Even the minute things I want to tell someone but there’s no one around. Hmm..

Things I can’t say

If I die tomorrow I’d like to let you know that I haven’t gotten over you yet

If I should disappear, I’d like to say I did really love you

And appreciated you very much

And liked every touch

And I felt so very loved by you

If I should never love that way again, it’d be a shame

I may not have given you my all, but it was all I could at that time

I apologize for letting you see the sadness in my eyes

I never could hide the truth

If I should never see you again, know that I still miss you

But I’m always wishing you the best

It may be hard to think of you caring for someone else

But there’s really nothing I could do

Bitter smile, dissapointment

Time must pass

Getting frustrated

I’ve known him since first semester of second year in college in 2007. So that’s four years of friendship with this guy who seems to be stuck and will always be in the friend zone. Let’s go back to where it started…

The culminating activity of my Filipino languages class was an inter-class full day event. We had to prepare games for the teams that would be doing rounds in each station. Basically, we were forced to stay in school in the heat of the day among the trees and grass. I don’t remember enjoying it at all but I can distinctly recall my mom wrinkling her nose when she picked me up later

(This was saved on drafts about 3 weeks. I’m posting it unfinished.)
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I’d love to be loveless and beaming.