Hell, 2013.

  Next year (that's like... 10 minutes from now) I will…

     - Buy at least one book per month. Still. 

     - Have a photography day for every week.

     - Make a mood board to highlight special events.

     - Go on a coffee/milk tea shop hopping

     - Save at least 10 pesos per day.

     - Lose at least 10 pounds HAHAHA

     - Get a summer job!! :D

     - Read read read

     - Give my best everytime char lang but yes

     - Join charity works 

HYPED

 

Hyped before Christmas. Awyeah. :)

I'M FIIIIIIINE. I SWEAR.

I never thought I could ever look at the beautiful night sky with sad thoughts running inside my head. I dreamed of watching the stars with someone I love but when it actually happened, it didn't turned out to be so overwhelming and romantic. I got bruises and scars and all I could ever think about was how it's so not fair that it's so pretty up there when I'm living in such a shitty world where I will never be good enough for anyone. Not for my family, my friends, the organizations I get myself into, the course I'm taking up, him, and everyone else who chose to think less of me before they even had the chance to know me well. But I don't even care anymore because I'll soon be leaving, maybe this place, or this life, and everything about me will leave no trace, no mark. And I'll be just another soul..

Folk you.

 

I'm not exactly having the best days of my life right now. So, dear world, fuck you. Thank you so much. :)

Because I'm hungry, that's why.

The more I get to know the people around me, the more I realize I'm not the only one going through struggles. I'm not the only one who wants to lose nothing but weight. I'm not the only one who despises a family member. I'm not the only one who winces at the sight of technical terms in LTP. I'm not the only one who's judged. I know that these problems differ in degrees. But even though I know some people have it worse than I do, that doesn't take away the fact that I still have troubles of my own.

We all have a story to tell. We all have our little issues. We all have gone through shards and shards of pain. And sometimes, we fail to realize that.

Pengkey wenky. :D

Sitting opposite of each other, not keeping up a long conversation, and still having quality time together.Wow I'm so gay. :)

P.S. The nachos were oh-so-fucking delicious. Gaaaaaaah *o*

Over and over again.

I’d like to write about you

I just don’t know how to begin

You fill my head with a sky of constellations, all linked together

Stringing and shining right back at me

Telling me that my life is a universe you lay your light upon

I’d like to you write you a song

But you’re presence is so peaceful

I couldn’t figure out a phrase of music that would sound

Better than the curve of your lips, the echo of your voice

I’d like to capture moments with you

With a click, with colors, with lines and patterns

But there’s no better lighting than the brown of your eyes

Looking back at me, seeing me through

And you cannot imagine how happy you make me feel.

Everyday. Every hour. Every minute. And every second.

With everything you do

I fall in love over, and over, and over again, with you.

A lot can happen in a year...

I pulled out a lot of firsts for me this year. Some were the best, some were fine, and some were so traumatic that I’m still trying to bury them down into the depths of my unconscious. 

I’ve fooled myself into thinking firsts are magical. They’re not. At least, not really. 

I, like everyone else, have fooled myself into thinking that Selecta’s Magnum, Krispy Kreme’s donuts  and 7/11’s slurpee luscious tastes would dance on my taste buds. I’ve fooled myself into thinking that dates are supposed to be romantic. And I’ve fooled myself into thinking that a first kiss could always sweep you off your feet. 

But firsts can’t always be what you think they’d be or what you hope they’d be. I may have learned it the hard way but I know now.  I learned that you can have your first, and you have your nexts and it’s up to you to make the other moments better than your first because sparks don’t come always come the first time around. It’s about taking moments and making them magical regardless of whether they’re your first, your second, third, fourth, last or whatever.

Christmas wishlist.

Gey part 1. Floral shorts. Meheh. They look so cute. I should probably buy one, or two, or maybe, you know, three..

I can't fucking help it. They're just so awesome.

Sky lanternsssssss.

I want that kind of owl-printed top. WHYYYYY -____-

A lifetime supply of cookies and milk. *o*

Mehehe. Kyudie pies. :3 Vintage floral flats. :D

Sea(?) lanternssss?

Still a sucker for shorts. -____-"

Hahahaha i loike this bag mwahaha

Her top. :D

Blouse. Shoes. And necklace. :D

<3 <3 <3

So many Meg Cabot books. And GG too. WOW. Chick lit. :D

 

I should learn how to dye my shorts. -___-"