Eyes are the windows of a heart.

These words would either mesmerize you..

Or it would carve a scar on your heart.

Why?

Just because.

-Minsan. Gusto mo na lang ipikit yung mata mo. 💔

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No title, Just You and I

 

 

“Not that big. But it hurts a lot. Not that much. But a lot.

But I’m so grateful that I have you.”

 

 

poi2

 

08|13|2018

Everything was cluttered and my 24/7 was a robotic routine. Then I woke up one morning having a conversation with someone whom I would love for the next days of my crazy life.

I would be honest. I am enjoying what we have. It’s not that perfect, not every inch of it is a happy conversation; we’re starting to have arguments, and I don’t like what I feel, what I have felt, and to think of what I would feel.. But I like the idea of having arguments and silly conversations. It feels like growth.

Well in fact, yesterday, was one of those days.

I started to overthink.

|…|

 

Thinking that I might be a little bit too much (that I don’t talk too much). That if I do, I might over say it, and hurt both of us.

 We have a lot of differences. I agree.

 

The Introvert meets The Extrovert.

 

poi3

 

I know and I was expecting little clashes and thunderstorms with our relationship because of those differences. I was surprised tho. That you were more aggressive on asking questions  how we could work things out. And I appreciate that. It’s like telling me you love me more than how I behave towards silly stuff.

Silly stuff. When I start to create a trivial argument about you and your friends. Haha classic. I ran it like it’s a joke but yeah, I’m human. I get jealous too. I know you love and care for your friends, but you just have to love and care for me more. Or when those multi-colored hair characters start to dance on your screen and you seem to forget that I exist. Silly, but true. And I just thought, maybe it was just me.

But it hurts a lot when you seem not to listen and hear me talk about how rough my day was.. that I left my spoon and fork at home, that I’m having a hard time dealing with my fats, that I’m starting toasdfghjkl……………

Not that big. But it hurts a lot.

Not that much. But a lot.   

And I’m sorry for being childish. I feel like a 26-year old kid. (haha)

Regardless of my silly thoughts, I am so grateful that I have you. 

 

poi4

 

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It’s almost a year since we started to count stars at night. Listen to raindrops and growling thunderstorms. We earned another year on our age. We celebrated the day of the fat guy in red who flies at night, and here we are. Another months to spend.

I hope by this time, I am more carefree. Carefree enough to tell you how I really feel.

So I could tell you what I like and what I don’t. So I could tell you how I feel. And how important you are to me. That sometimes, a simple hug could actually make me feel better. That a simple pat on my head could take away the bad mood I have on a certain day. That you are my fluffy bear and nothing would ever change that.

 

poi1

That you are my cookies, my coffee and my tea..

 

That I love you more than you know.

 

And I will love you, and wouldn’t stop until the moon say so.

🙂

It’s a  rainy 7:47 in the morning of August 13, 2018.

Yeah, this was supposed to be future dated (next year). But I realized that if you want to say something, you have to do it now because tomorrow is never a promise. But we are all hopeful that it will be kept. 

 

And I’m looking forward for another year.. and another year, and another year after that…until the sun becomes a white dwarf star. ❤ 

P.S.

-Dapat hindi na kasali ‘tong picture na ‘to. Haha Pero gustong gusto ko talaga isali. Haha 😛  ❤ ❤ ❤ 🙂 peace! 

poi5

 

Edited|With a HeART|

I love you. 

Madami.

Sobra. 🙂

 

 

|9.8m/s2|

“She needed a hero, so she became one.”

|Someone’s tattoo| 

 

Everyone needs a hero.

It’s not the cape-type hero but at least someone who would be there

when you need someone.

 

Someone who would listen,

not just to your sentiments

but to your endless stories about the ice cream you spilled last night,

 

the bag you ripped yesterday,

the text message you’ve sent,

the jungle-like work you have,

 

your favorite color…

 

your scars…

 

your teeth.

 

Anything under the sun.

 

 

 

Someone who would listen.

 

You know he or she would be there.

 

To lift you up when no one else does.

 

 

 

|9.8 m/s2|V|

 

Thank you for being one! I love you.  🙂

 

A Simple Truth About Happiness: When everything feels right

Before I take my deprived rights on sleeping, I would like to kiss my tears away by spending some minutes on my page while I’m trying to convince you (whoever’s reading) that my post has something to do with your life.. and your feelings.. And your thoughts. Haha nyanya

I am pondering about how people find happiness in different ways. Some find it in shoes stored in cabinets with skeletons. Some find it in food like “Arrghh food is forever and I want to marry as many food as I want because I love to eat and it makes me fat”. Or people find it in books and coffee and cookies and music and beaches and cars and places..

Want some more?

Cosmetics and dogs and cats and alcohol and smoke and dresses and photographs and curtains and papers and stickers and spoons and movies..

Or maybe we could find happiness in family and friendship and work and love and tranquility and peace and time and trust and hope and faith..

And I could add some more and finish this post in year 3000 or even more.

Maybe because we always try to find happiness in everything.

But today somebody reminded me that happiness will never be a “find me” puzzle. Because happiness (I would say) happens not completely because it’s the right time nor person nor place nor situation.

But simply because IT FEELS RIGHT. And it takes tons of courage and guts to jump into that it-feels-right feeling.

(And when something goes wrong that’s the time we forget what happiness is.)

-TOO MUCH FOR TODAY. A very loooong start of the week. My happiness is sleep. 🙂 ❤

Libing ni Marcos na Nababalutan ng Hugot at Pag-ibig

Kasama sa balita kagabi ang pagpapalibing kay Marcos sa libingan ng mga bayani. At bigla ko na lang inihalintulad sa pag-ibig ang nasabing pangyayari. In short, naging crazy ako, tapos medyo naging bitter pero medyo nainspire ng konti na umabot hanggang tenga ko yung kilig. Haha kung bakit, eh ilibing na natin kasama ni dating Pangulong Ferdinand Marcos. :p

Pakiramdam ko, napapanahon na na maihimlay sa tamang lugar ang dating Pangulo. Hindi para ilatag na isa nga siyang bayani sa mata ng bawat isa, pero dahil minsan niyang ibinahagi ang sarili niya sa panunungkulan para sa Pinas. Hindi perpekto ang pamahalaang Marcos. Siguro hindi ko lubusang maiintindihan ang Martial Law na yan. Eh hangin pa lang naman ako nun.

Tama ka. May nasaktan. May nasugatan. May hugot. Malalim. Madiin. Kaya patuloy na may tututol. Patuloy na may mananariwa ng nakaraan. Patuloy na may ipipilit ipaglaban. Hanggang sa mapagod. Hanggang sa mauntog ang mga kaisipan.. Hanggang sa mapagod ang puso na maghanap ng mga kasagutan sa mga tanong ng nakaraan.. Na minsan kahit gaano kasakit ang iyong naramdaman, kailangan nating ibaon sa lupa ang nakalipas. At subukang tanggapin ang katotohanang.. May mga bagay na di mo na mababago kahit kailan. At may mga bagay na kailangan mong isara para bigyang pagkakataon ang mga pintong maaaring buksan. Para bukas makalawa, hindi mo na iisiping sinaktan ka lang at iniwan. Oras na para isipin mong, kaya mong ilibing ang mga bagay na minsang nagpabago ng ikot ng mundo mo. Pero kaya mo pa rin patakbuhin ‘to gamit ang manibela mo.

Hanggang sa matagpuan mong muli ang halimuyak ng pag-ibig. Hanggang sa muli mong mahalin ang iyong sarili.

Yan. Diyan lang magsisimula ang mga katagang

MOVED ON. 🙂

-kung hihimayin ba ang bawat buhay ng mga taong nakahimlay sa libingan ng mga bayani, ilan kaya sa kanila ang talagang masasabing bayani? :/

A man without dreams

A man without dreams doesn’t dream at all. He just sleeps, faces the dawn, soils his body and when sunset comes, he closes his eyes again.

A man without dreams doesn’t think. Because if he does, there will be a chain of consequences, results, hardships and most of all changes. A man without dreams doesn’t change. And he doesn’t think. Where the fuck are your brain cells?

A man without dreams hurt people. Why? Because he’s selfish. He doesn’t allow people to have chances. To grow. To love. To think. To change. To dream. He doesn’t even know how to give himself a chance to do all things. He just lives.

A man without dreams lives alone. He’s a lonely man.

A man without dreams is a chaos. Because he spreads nothing.

But how does a man without dreams, dream nothing?

Maybe because he doesn’t want to dream at all? Nor he wants to chase any opportunity. Nor he lives with idealism. He just lives. And when fate comes, he simply goes back to dust. And the wind blows him away.

And I hope nobody inhales him.

Or maybe, he doesn’t dream at all because his dreams failed him. And it took his time away.

So maybe he’s not a man without dreams.

He is a man who lost his dreams.

-a very sad thought.