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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
inspired sya
Pagtingin ko sa bintana
Saka ko lamang nakita
Sumikat na pala ang araw
Bago pa man ako makababa.
Kay aga ko ‘ata nagsimula
Gising na ako’t ang iba’y tulog pa
Masarap na nananaginip
Habang ako ay abala.
Ako’y lulan ng tren na ito
Tahimik ngunit matulin ang takbo
Sa palagay ko’y ako pa lamang
Ang nag-iisa nitong pasahero.
Ako’y tangay ng tren na ito
Bawal umatras, dapat deretso
Sa aking palagay ay ‘di na
Ito kailanman hihinto.
Minsan na akong nahuli
‘Di kinaya ang pagmamadali
Noo’y nadapa at napag-iwanan
Nang ako’y mawala sa sarili.
Pagsapit ng hapon ako uuwi
Habang ang iba’y abala, ako hindi
‘Pagkat sa tren ako muli sasakay
Baon ang isang matamis na ngiti.
Saka ko lamang nakita
Sumikat na pala ang araw
Bago pa man ako makababa.
Kay aga ko ‘ata nagsimula
Gising na ako’t ang iba’y tulog pa
Masarap na nananaginip
Habang ako ay abala.
Ako’y lulan ng tren na ito
Tahimik ngunit matulin ang takbo
Sa palagay ko’y ako pa lamang
Ang nag-iisa nitong pasahero.
Ako’y tangay ng tren na ito
Bawal umatras, dapat deretso
Sa aking palagay ay ‘di na
Ito kailanman hihinto.
Minsan na akong nahuli
‘Di kinaya ang pagmamadali
Noo’y nadapa at napag-iwanan
Nang ako’y mawala sa sarili.
Pagsapit ng hapon ako uuwi
Habang ang iba’y abala, ako hindi
‘Pagkat sa tren ako muli sasakay
Baon ang isang matamis na ngiti.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
i really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. one day they’re sweet, the next day, they’re not. one day they’re here, the next day they’re not. one day you’re important to them, the next day you’re worthless. one day they love you, the next day they don’t care about you. that’s how ironic people and things can be. pretty shits, pretty lies, pretty fucked up. but it’s still your choice. cause you choose to get hurt when you choose to be in love.
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV and blame MTV for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friends. here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses and just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids that are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never get caught, but for the ones who always try and fail. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and “we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids
who never made it. — Pete Wentz
Monday, September 13, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
i just misd my only one
i just missed my only one, my only mom! Its been two weeks past since she last came here to visit us. I was just so happy! Thank you lord for giving us wonderful parents like mom and dad. I love them so much!
Im planning to go home this last week of august, i hope i could! This is all for today. My week end is happy again! hehe!
Im planning to go home this last week of august, i hope i could! This is all for today. My week end is happy again! hehe!
Friday, August 13, 2010
today, i will forget you








Si mon. ang aking malupit na bestfriend. Siya ay mabait, caring, understanding at madami pa. Chick boy din. Nakaklimot na siya e, pero ok lang. Time narin siguro para kalimutan ku din sya.
Siya si Mr. Mon Ruiz Velasquez, my friend.. hehehe!! Last na itong gabi na ito para isipin ku pa siya. Nga pala graduate na siya! yehey!
Mahal na mahal ko siya sobra!. Siya ay mabait... super at super galing kumanta...
Maybe someday magkikita pa tayo pero, sana you will recognize me parin
message ko, hmmmmm.. thank you for being good and kind! i love you! see you someday! =).
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
you!
i love you! No matter what…. Im here for you and i promise that we will remain foerever.. Im sorry, because because of me, you lose your friends.. Im sorry i cant be with you all the time to comfort you but promise my dear, im with you all the time..not physically but in my and in my heart youre always there! i love you so!
Symptoms of Having a Zero-Love life

Symptoms of Having a Zero-Love life
(As if being single is a disease or having a failed grade in a subject)
1. Increase in weight due to over-eating
2. Movie addict (no romance, please!)
3. Prolonged sleeping time, even during class hours
4. Excessive reading of dark fantasy novels and mangas
5. Digging emo / punk-rock music (Typecast, anyone?)
6. Imagining yourself to be the director / producer / lead actor/actress of your own love story, though you are too shy to admit it even to yourself
7. Drinking beer every Thirst-days (not because you are lonely, but because you are too numb to feel anything that you have to drown your heart with beer so as to feel a bit happy, if not sad)
8. Smoking ever after meal, especially after dinner
9. Learning new skills like cooking, ironing clothes, and doing laundry
10. Treating every short quiz and home work like a final exam and thesis
11. Talking to yourself and singing while taking a shower
12. DotA addict (yeah boy!)
13. Animě addict (Naruto, Bleach, Gundam…etc.)
14. Having suicidal tendencies, autocannibalism, corporal mortification, etc. (these are, of course, for exaggerated cases only)
15. Resorting to writing nonsense articles such as this one whenever you’re being haunted by loneliness, and even envy.
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