February 2012
Intangible Impulses ♡: BOOK-BOK →
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February 29, 2012
Was able to focus on our documentation study today regarding “Internet vs. Books”. Started our shooting at the UST Lovers’ Lane where we took some still shots at first.
Can’t explain how much I missed spending time with these ladies. Been so MIA lately due to the…
022712
People deny the truth handed down directly to them when they don’t want to hear it, see it, or even feel it. For a long time now I’ve been defending things I should not be doing so, eradicating unnecessary feelings. But things always have an end, a race has its finish line, and a life has its death.
I know that I’ve been running from the truth for quite some time now, but I just...
I delete everyone’s messages except for yours.
theskullcandiii:
Everyone’s texts seem so unimportant when I’m talking to you. I don’t care what we’re talking about. I just like keeping your messages because sometimes I re-read them. They make me smile. Just like you do.
021512
Today I got more than what I deserve. And it fills my heart with so much joy because I’ve been given another chance to get back on my feet. I was caught off guard when I consecutively received failures and along the way I stopped trying. I even let the second half start with me being carefree as ever because I was so sure I was going to fail.
But I did not. And I sure won’t waste my...
Roadtrip 021212
Today I wasn’t confined in my 5-sided room, it’s really triangular in shape but it doesn’t have to do anything with this post. Today I was on a road trip with my grandparents, and as the Subic winds cooled my face, I can’t help but miss the times when every week we would go out and just plunge about anywhere, just as there would be a pool and food, of course.
Today we...
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February 10, 2012
Today was the last day of college week and I guess yo could say it didn’t really matter since we never felt it happened at all. Haha. I started off the day by missing the first subject due to unforeseen events. And of course the only real subject we had for the day was History…
40/366
We’ve reached the finish line, it’s time to part ways. It’s time to grow up, time to spend time apart.
We’ve reached the end, end of a journey that was once so true and sweet.
Now a girl wanders alone on a dark cruel world, savoring every moment, not wanting to be part of any race or journey with another any time soon.
What number is it really?/366
I want a lot of things. Between spending the day horribly doing nothing and wanting a lot, wanting a lot says something.
But despite the fact of wanting a lot of things, I sit.
This post ends with a statement of me sitting, because to sit is what I will do.
For now.
Intangible Impulses ♡: An afternoon with a dear... →
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February 6, 2012
I cut Theology for the first without any valid reason to excuse me. I don’t know what was up, but I was strangely sleep and wasn’t feeling the studious vibe anymore. Usually I’d be able to muster even a little bit of enthusiasm into finishing the day’s subjects, but on this very…
Speaking metaphorically is an escape, freeing every bit of the unsaid...
38/366
I racked my brain for anything I can say. But I know nothing will come out.
This day should end only in two ways: either drastically tragic or excruciatingly satisfying. Sadly, fate, no, it’s not fate, it’s me that led me to the first. My loss of determination and my thinking that everything will be fine led me to where I am now. But everything’s not going to be fine, at least...
33/366
Am I seeing the light of a dead star? The trace of nothingness of what was once there, is it all I see? And I’m very much sure that I haven’t woken up yet from a deep slumber which I now consider my life. The light of a dead star, longing and enticing.
Or is this where I should be, right with the dead star that lies on a still dark blue sky? Deformed reality where I’m in...
January 2012
32/366
Winds brushing through my face, the breeze fiddling with my unkempt hair. Brushing my bush-of-a-hair with my uncanny hands, lowering my face a little too often. It was not one, but three. Boy am I lucky. Three strikes for a day isn’t bad at all. It’s great, even.
