February 2012
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I like last night for a lot of reasons. Never mind the dozen bad metaphors or the surge of chemicals in my head. Last night was one of those quiet little windows we rarely ever get that look out to what’s to come. And it looks like things are going to be okay.
(Even if blalalalala because no matter what blalalalala and that blalalala and lalalala lala)
It’s nice to feel this way.
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I feel that I’ve been naive that I was expecting to see a humble soul in politics. Yes, I do choose to support certain candidates of a certain party and I like to think my decision is coupled with my own story and personal accounts of how I came to firmly believe they can do their jobs well if elected to council. But even so, I will say that I’ve seen no grounded candidate. No one ever...
My Tuesday was a long day. I was awake and asleep and asleep and awake since midnight cramming overdue papers for my English and Creative Writing classes. I finished what I needed and forgave myself for what I didn’t. Maybe I forgive myself too much for things I don’t end up doing but I like to think I make things work out anyway.
My 7am class was a kyoot discussion over happy...
hitRECordJoe: gamblers all →
bethanyjohnson:annietron:
(Chuck Bukowski)
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way
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it’s been a tough fight worth fighting as we all drive along betting on another day.
The thing is, I will always hesitate. I will always think you have it worse. I will always feel a little bad for being a hot head and I will hate bringing you down. I’m not doubting your capacity to listen, I know you try. But I do doubt the good that can possibly come out of coming to you or to anyone.
And this is here because I’m too chickenshit to really address this. Blahhhhh
infinityexpress asked: Seems like you're having bouts of mood swings. Don't worry, that will pass. :D
Anonymous asked: Hi. I like your Tumblr as it is. :D And I like your posts. And if you want to go to wordpress, let it be known that I'd still read what your write. :) I'll leave this hug here! Feel better nao. >:)< Lalalalalalalala
Anonymous asked: you seem like you need a hug. >:)<
I am angry. And I don’t have to right to be but I still am anyway. And I’m being immature about it. And letting myself feel this way isn’t helping. And I don’t really know where to root my reasons. I’m just really angry. And it looks bad on me. Because these face lines eat my tiny forehead. I want to be home in Naga and hide forever.
quirkbuster asked: Shut up and let's go to Breeks. Check your phooooone womaaaan
And dropping all courtesy and fear of public scrutiny, I would like to say “Hello and fuck you” to a lot of things and few people who make me feel anger and rage.
I’m already pissed and let down by my own self and the workload I have piling up and all the little things going wrong and all the fragments of myself I’ve been losing and here you all are topping everything...
And I haven’t been very passionate about books and music and movies. I’m surrounded by people who are. And as much as they inspire me to be driven exploring my own preferences and taste, I can’t figure out what’s been eating my time so much that I’ve been depriving myself of bathing in that quiet little sanctuary. I haven’t been feeding my brain. I’m being...
There’s a song by Relient K that I used to sing along to since sophomore year and it goes “who I am hates who I’ve been.” And even if I haven’t been very fond of the band since then, nothing makes the line less true of myself. I’m well aware I’ve changed a lot over the years, for better or for worse. But I know I still have this one set of values I live by...
And if anything, I have to stop making excuses.
And I haven’t been wise with money and expenses. I’m only lucky my mom has no clue how much I’ve been spending in a week and incidentally sends money at convenient points exactly when I run out. I’m giving up on the Death Cab concert. I’m giving up on a lot of material things I used to say I’d religiously save up for.
And other than not writing as often as before, I’ve been taking less pictures of places I’ve been to, often relying on others. It’s a shame shame shame. And it’s out of laziness of lugging my own camera around. And it’s bad not just because I have nothing from my own stock to remember places by or write about but also that I’ve stopped practicing.
I suddenly feel the need to make a Wordpress account soon. *hypocrite* I need to be that kind of person. And I need to start pressuring myself into it. And the pressure needs to come from my own initiative.
I have several friends and orgmates who’ve gone that path and I’ve always fought for Tumblr being a legit blog site in comparison but right now, I think it’s best I try...
Anonymous asked: UDD!!!
quirkbuster asked: what the fuck is going onnnn with yooouuuu
Anonymous asked: Help, I need a ladder. Do you have one?
Anonymous asked: Mahal kita, Tetelle! Wag ka na malungkot/umiyak/magmukmok hehehe
Anonymous asked: Hi! :D :D
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I’ve had a lot of good days this sem. I’ve felt like shit for a lot of days just the same.
I don’t know what I’m doing. And I spent my end of the semester never figuring it out. I’ve had to say sorry more times than I can count, more times than I mean. I would say it’s humbling but ultimately it’s just a drain on the ego.
But I’m never the...
Anonymous asked: are you single?
Yes maybe one day I’ll put up a blog site and learn to write about issues of social relevance and delve into the intricacies of human emotion but right now all these pages are good for are for visual reminders of what I’ve been doing with my life and rant spaces and photos of James Dean.
Those are the only stories I really have in me right now. Haha
Anonymous asked: Yo.
