“How come there isn’t a saying that goes ‘secrets are meant to be told’ when there’s one that says ‘promises are meant to be broken’? What makes secrets more sacred that nobody ever came up with a quote for the slight justification of its violation?”
Newfound Reason
I never really expected myself to feel this way because I’ve gotten so used to the idea that it never gets serious at this point in my life. Unfortunately, life has a wicked sense of humor. I can’t sleep. My whole sleeping sched is out of wack, which could be due to jetlag but I think there’s a bigger reason behind this. My appetite seems to keep getting lost somewhere in this maze of a world. Breathing gets harder to do like my heart suddenly became so heavy that it’s crushing my lungs and somewhat suffocating me. And much to my surprise, the pipelines for my tears are apparently fixed now. It hasn’t even been a week yet since I’ve gotten back in the United American States. I’ve become accustomed to leaving the Philippines that I don’t even cry a single tear when I ride my last flight out. It’s not that I’m heartless or that I’ve grown numb to the situation but because I know I’ll be coming back. However, when the plane leaving Manila was taking off, the droplets of rain that came from my eyes couldn’t be stopped. Ironically, it really was raining when we were headed for San Francisco as if my departure was such a sad thing that even the clouds were crying. It took me a few seconds to figure out that I wasn’t crying because I felt the need to or even simply because I just felt like it. Something was different about this time. Something in my life has caused this change. And, after a little while, I realized that it’s because I now have a legitimate reason to.
What happens when love and hate collide?
Sometimes it gets kinda hard to see the future.
But I don’t think we could fall any deeper.
End of the Spears
- Son: Dad, when the natives come pointing their spears at us will you use your gun against them?
- Dad: No, son. I won't use my gun.
- Son: Why not?
- Dad: Because we are ready to meet Christ. They are not.
“Ironically, when you fall in love, the more careful you are, the more risks you take. Because when you’re more careful with your decisions, words and actions, the more heartache you’re setting yourself up for.”
“If you think about it, you know that you owe it to yourself to discover and uncover the best of you.”
Me?
I still find myself falling for you every day.
Trust in me.
As long as our affections for each other haven’t changed, it doesn’t matter what happens. It can all be resolved.
“You don’t need to worry, knowing in your heart all things will be fine. Just trust. There’s a saying that ‘I trust you’ is a better compliment than ‘I love you’.”
"I do trust you. It’s time I don’t trust."
—M.
1/0 - Inseparable.
You are far but it’s you i see,
You’re always on my mind.
We seldom talk but I always hear
The sound of your voice.
We both didn’t expect
It’s going to be this way.
Everything just happened but I am happy
‘Cause knowing you is
One of the highlights of my life.
It’s just sad that I can’t
hold you everyday.
It wont matter if we’re ten miles,
A thousand miles, a million miles apart.
You’re always in my heart.
I know that time will come that we’ll be together
Inseparable.
I dream of you and keep hoping you’re here.
Do you feel the same way too?
In perfect time you’ll be here by my side
And fill the longing in me.
Distance is just a word
Because our love is strong.
If its really meant to be
It will be you and me. ♥
“Why bother trying to be someone else when, with the number of people in this world, someone is bound to like you for who you truly are? No strings attached.”
Debut.
And, once again, I turned one year older yesterday than I was the day before. Birthdays were always a big thing for me. My parents would throw me a party and more than a block worth of parking space would be taken by those attending the event. A lot of people wonder why I chose to spend my 18th birthday, the most important birthday in a Filipina’s life, in a city in the middle of nowhere with only an estimate of 30 people invited instead of the city where I was born and raised with the whole deal of having a formal party in a huge venue and hundreds of people attending. Well, I just wanted to have a simple party with my closest friends and family because even if it wasn’t a big deal of a celebration, as long as I spent it with the right people, it wouldn’t have mattered where I held my 18th birthday. Unfortunately, not everyone I consider close to me got to be with me during my special day (most importantly my parents) but I managed and was very content with how everything turned out. As for my last words on this post, I want to thank those who came to my party and everyone who greeted me on my birthday. It really means a lot.
But what can I do?
Every time I see you, all I can do is smile.
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
— Plato
“Love itself, sincerely felt and openly expressed, could accomplish in a moment what neither lectures nor punishments could achieve in years.”
Silence...
can hold so many words. When 2 people are just sitting outside at night, listening to nothing but their own thoughts, one wonders what the other is thinking. She’s waiting for him to say something while he’s trying to figure out what and how to say the things he wants to say. The words are jumbled up in his head. His emotions are running wild. He doesn’t know if he should be sad, upset or just be totally indifferent about the whole situation. She doesn’t know if she should speak up and ask what he’s thinking. This kind of silence isn’t the awkward and restless kind. It’s the kind that two close friends share without feeling uncomfortable. They’re simply waiting for each other to share their pain and be there to be the shoulder to lean on.
Class of 2010
All dressed up with a black cap and gown and a tassel that says 2010 hanging on the caps right side. Half an hour later, a diploma in our hands with our names on it and lots of pictures taken by parents, friends and photographers. It’s been 4 years… four years of laugh out loud moments, emotional breakdowns, drama and unforgettable experiences. Some lost friendships but also some newfound ones. For some reason, it feels totally different from moving on from elementary to middle school or junior high to high school. Maybe it’s because this is when we’re all set out to work on our futures. It’s when we break away from our confined space of parental protection and go tackle the world ON OUR OWN. It’s when we end our teenage issues and immaturity and begin being responsible for our own actions and transition into adulthood. We have reached the point where every decision we make can possibly have an effect on the rest of our lives.
It’s goodbye, high school. Hello, college.
