Why? Because just this morning he got 4 teeth pulled out from dentist and we found out that a piece of his false teeth that holds it in place was long gone. Meaning he’s manually holding it in place for quite some time now. So we asked why didn’t he bother to tell us to get it fixed. He didn’t answer.
But I know why.
It’s because he always puts us first.
Daddy, you’re the greatest. I love you :)
I’m saying this because I care for you: PLEASE. GET OFF TUMBLR. FINISH YOUR PROJECT. ;]
I will. natauhan ako sa “STOP IT!!” mo. maninidak ka na.haha. Just wait. :)
Just visited a friend (Jyka, for those who know her) at her house a few minutes ago. She got an eye laser surgery this morning. I’m thinking of saving up in the future and have the same thing done. I got poor eyesight from my father’s side of the family and it’s a bummer especially during summer. Oohhh that rhymes! Why? Because you can’t swim with contact lenses on unless you want those to be swimming inside your eyes. That equals blindness. I want the procedure done before summer so that I can enjoy all the pretty colors and the sun, the sand, the people, the places.
In simpler terms, I haven’t enjoyed summer since my first year in high school.Here’s the catch, the procedure costs around 70,000 and that’s less 10% already.
So here’s to waiting.
T_T
I’m in deep want of eye laser surgery too. I don’t want to have glasses anymore.
But holy guacamole, 70,000?
T_T
Yeah, and that’s already 10% less. Mas mura daw sa St. Luke’s. Pero I’m sure di pa din yun malalayo sa 70k T_T
Just visited a friend (Jyka, for those who know her) at her house a few minutes ago. She got an eye laser surgery this morning. I’m thinking of saving up in the future and have the same thing done. I got poor eyesight from my father’s side of the family and it’s a bummer especially during summer. Oohhh that rhymes! Why? Because you can’t swim with contact lenses on unless you want those to be swimming inside your eyes. That equals blindness. I want the procedure done before summer so that I can enjoy all the pretty colors and the sun, the sand, the people, the places.
In simpler terms, I haven’t enjoyed summer since my first year in high school.
Here’s the catch, the procedure costs around 70,000 and that’s less 10% already.
So here’s to waiting.
T_T
I bought a tabloid today for next week’s writing assignment. For that matter, I bought Bulgar and started to scan the headlines and things that might be interesting.
Then I read:
ISANG PINAY ang namatay sa pagsabog sa Kabul, Afghanistan.
- Kahit saan naman kasi ng SULOK ng mundo ay naroroon ang mga Pinoy.
Sa buwan at planetang Mars lang walang Pinoy.
Wala kasing “LILINISIN AT PALILIGUAN DOON.”
Not good :|
(via whitemystery)
Yeah rather than only getting to think only after something bad happens and besides people must be interesting enough first. :)
George Parker: What happened? One minute, everything’s fine… What went wrong?
David: Nothing went wrong. People change.
George Parker: People change?
David: Yeah, people change.
George Parker: Can they change back?
David: [grins] I don’t know. I think it’s harder.
- Pleasantville
In many ways the work of a critic is easy. One subjects his or herself to new palettes that not everyone has even tasted, felt, and even imagined. They take a back seat while some bravely step up to the plate of their judgment.
However even if how distinct one’s sense of taste is, one cannot still easily separate preferences from what is being offered. And from there comparison is made. But there are some I guess, simple as they are still find their way not to the empty stomach but through the cravings of the heart and sentiments of the mind. One where judgment cannot be made and rational thinking can never satisfy. This is where preferences as they say, reign supreme.
“Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my immortal beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us – I can live only wholly with you or not at all.”
“Wherever I am, there you are also.”
“Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together – Be calm – love me – today – yesterday.”
“Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.”
“Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.”
-Ludwig van Beethoven, My Immortal Beloved
Matitiis mo ang hapdi. Pero hindi mo mapipigilan ang “kati.”
- sabi ng nakalagay sa jeep kanina
:|
My heart goes out to my former schoolmate, Lloyd Valen, who is now in a coma due to a severe viral infection. He’s senior student about to graduate in March. I hope he can still make it. He’s my second schoolmate who got a similar viral infection I think. The first one was last year, from UST. She was about to graduate her pre-med course and pursue medicine. Unfortunately, she died. I hope this does not happen to Lloyd.
People be careful:(
Di ko naabutan si Lloyd, but I hope he’ll be okay. Sa mga kwento ni Regina at Jenny kahapon, mukhang mabait siya eh. :(
He is. Sobrang bait ni Lloyd. Sarap kalokohan at maasahan. I thought it was a joke at first, hindi pala :( Ang masakit hindi alam kung saan nakukuha yung infection. So may this serve as a warning.
My heart goes out to my former schoolmate, Lloyd Valen, who is now in a coma due to a severe viral infection. He’s a senior student about to graduate in March. I hope he can still make it. He’s my second schoolmate who got a similar viral infection I think. The first one was last year, from UST. She was about to graduate her pre-med course and pursue medicine. Unfortunately, she died. I hope this does not happen to Lloyd.
People be careful. Viral infections can be really harmful.
:(
FOR THE FIRST TIME I AM LETTING THIS OUT
As much over as I think I am, there’s still one thing about coping up that I seem to have overlooked- verbalizing all the pain. Life moved on and so did we. However, I think it is time for me to speak up and throw away all emotional baggage that there is, have been left, and probably stuck somewhere deep down inside that’s clogging and cluttering me up turning me into an emotional slut.
So this is me making up for my incapability of verbalizing everything that I should have said. This is me stopping to make excuses in your defense. And this is me acknowledging all the pain that you have caused me. And for the first time, in a very long time, this will be about me not you.
I was hurt, you jerk. You should have told me the real reason on why things have to end. You should’ve come clean instead of making up excuses that I was such a fool to believe.You don’t need to tell me that you still want to be alone, not ready for commitment and then see you not even 2 months after, with someone new. Not that I still care or have anything against them or you, but you should have at least spared me some decency.
Not because you owe me, but because you respect me.
And yeah that goes the same thing for breaking up through text. You’re not a bad guy. Avoiding is what makes you one. And I quote Carrie Bradshaw for this, ” I just want an ending to an relationship that is thoughtful and decent and honours what we had together. So my point is this; There is a good way to break-up with someone, and it doesn’t include a post-it.” And in your case, a text message.
We both know that I deserve better, you said that yourself. So I’m not surprised that every time we meet it’s awkward. That even up to this day I make you feel awkward. Actually I’m glad that you feel that way because every time you see me, you see a reflection of your guilt.
I am a reflection of your guilt & that doesn’t bother me at all. in fact, I’m quite happy about it. It gives me that sick pleasure knowing that I’m getting my revenge in terms of a lifetime. Hey, our love might have not lasted forever, you may perhaps got something from me but what I hold compared to yours is priceless. Feelings come and go. They can deifnitely change over time,
but definitely not your guilt.
There I said it. For the first time I did. This will be the first time and last that I’ll be talking about it. So now, this is me freeing myself and this is me over, said, and done. :) Go do whatever it is about this, splice it up, relate, reflect, quote me or whatever.
I’m done.
Here lies all emotional baggage that there is, have been left, and probably stuck somewhere deep down inside that has clogged and cluttered me up that eventually turned me into an emotional slut.
So I have this writing homework once again and for this week we must eat one, our favorite food and two, something gross. I’m thinking of balut/balot for the latter. Any suggestions?
Agree? Some guy in Omegle told me this when I thought he was girl. Wow, there’s hope in good guys. Made me smile :)
