“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
“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
“Forgiving myself.
Loving my family no matter what.”
— Train ride from Venezia to Firenze, April 13, 2012
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.
You didn’t text yesterday or today :(
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
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..
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
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.)“I’d love to be loveless and beaming.”