Sagala later!
Echos lang. Maka sagala later naman ako e no. Manonood lang! Hahhahahahahahahhahahaa
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Echos lang. Maka sagala later naman ako e no. Manonood lang! Hahhahahahahahahhahahaa
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Hahahahhaa!! Yung may autograph, bio, etc. Naalala ko nung grade three ako humingi ako ng 100 pesos kay papa para mabili yung slambook na tinda sa canteen nun. Nag-iisa lang tapos violet. Instant celebrity! Hahahaha. Tapos unahan yung mga kaklase ko sa pagsusulat dun. Memories!
Di natin maitatanggi ang “Time is gold.” Pwera nalang kung may alam ka pang ibang malalim at mas mahabang quote. Hahahaha!!
Hala sige todo isip ng mga hinangong word sa pangalan nya! Paramihan!
Ang sosyal na sosyal na “Mirror please.”
At walang kamatayang “Surfing the net.” (Sosyal na ‘to kasi ibigsabihin may internet kayo sa bahay.)
Pasosyalan ng favorite food palagi. Yung iba kahit di pa natitikman basta mailagay lang eh. Hahahaha.
Magpapractice muna. Taena. Tapos paramihan ng pasikot sikot para mas maganda. Syempre laging may tuldok at heart sa dulo.
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Wag na kayong mag wechat please :( Hahahahhahhaaha
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happy kid!☺
Yung lalaking:
One of my professors told me that the most intelligent people are often the saddest and most depressed because they actually understand how shitty the world is.
Punyetang “Hi Miss” ‘yan. Naranasan niyo na ba girls na hindi naman kayo naka-seductive na clothing, hindi naman kayo naka-shorts or naka-backless, naka-normal look lang kayo na naka-Tshirt tapos may mga tarantadong tambay sa kalye ang sisipol at magsasabi pa ng “Hi Miss!”.
Naiirita talaga ako. So one time, bibili ako ng halo halo sa tapat na sari sari store tapos may mga tambay sa kanto sabi “Hi Miss!”.
Sagot ko: “PROBLEMA?”
Promise, ayoko talagang hina-“Hi Miss” ako. Boyish ako sobra, I grew up with 2 older brothers, ako lang babae. Ugh. Suntukan nalang please.
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Hi mama!
O diba dinaig mo pa ko sa album mo na ‘instagram photos’ samantalang ayaw mo ipadala yung android phone mo! Huhuhu. Isa isahin natin yung pictures para masaya. Hahahahaha!!!
Last, yung family picture naten. Oh dba!? Para-paraan lang yan. Ganda na nga ng pagkaka-edit ko, ganda pa ng anak mo. Ts. Hahahhhahaha!!!
Umuwi ka na! Napakadaya mo. Sbe mo nung grade five ako e dalawang buwan ka lang aalis. Tapos naging 5 years!? Tapos di nyo pa ko ginising nung aalis ka na. Ang sakit kaya sa kin nun. Gigising ako wala na pala mama ko sa bahay. Zz.
Sakin lang, wag ka namang KJ palagi! Kaya ka namin napagtutulungan eh. Hahahahhahahaha!!! Bawal ang sad!! \m/ Isa pa, wag na kayong mag-aaway ni papa!! Jusko naman tanda nyo na eh. Baka mag hiwalay pa kayo nyan ah?! Ang hirap sa part ng anak yung makita nilang nag-aaway magulang nila, sa phone pa!
Pero nakakamiss din yung bunganga mo, madir! Naalala ko dati magigising ako ng 2AM. May maingay sa baba. Tapos pagkita ko nalang pumapatay ka ng ipis. Galit na galit. Yung totoo, Ma? Inaano ka nila? Hahahhahahahaha!!!
Five years. Alam ko namang di mo rin ginusto yun. Tsaka gusto ko umuwi ka na para happy happy tayo. Kahit mahirap buhay dito keri lang no. Kesa andyan ka no. Sguro hindi tayo katulad nung ibang mag-nanay na sobrang close. Ksama bumili ng damit, mag-sm, picture picture, etc. Nung JS nga mga nanay ng kaklase ko ksma ko sa pagpapatahi ng gown e. Pati nung second yr, nanay ng kaklase ko umakyat nung recognition. Ayaw pa kasing umuwi -___-
Gumraduate ako ng elem, wala kayo ni papa. Gumraduate ako ng highschool, wala pa rin. Sana naman paggraduate ko sa college, kasama ko na kayong umakyat ng stage. Sana mapapakilala ko na kayo sa mga kaibigan ko na, ”Uy! Magulang ko nga pala. Gandang lahi no?” Hahahahhaa!!! Lol drama pucha.
Laking pasalamat ko kay Lord kasi ikaw naging nanay ko. :) Happy Mother’s Day, mama!!!! Love u! xx
I have lived more than a thousand years. I have died countless times. I forget precisely how many times. My memory is an extraordinary thing, but it is not perfect. I am human. -Ann Brashares
I was attracted to him. I was attracted to all the normal things, and then weird things, too, like the back of his neck. I caught his smell once, and it made me dizzy. And I couldn’t fall asleep that night. I seem not to blame him for me being allured-level-stalker-level beguile or dupe by this person named xxxxxx.
Let me use the first-person point of view. This may not be the typical intros for formal with sorts of informal narration I think. Shouldn’t I start with a specific sequel rather than once upon a time, or in a far far away land phrases? :)
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It was a ground crowded by learners of this institution; surroundings are dark but spotlights coming from somewhere made our skins gray, yellow, magenta, and gray.. once more. Apparently a night of a late fall. The night that felt good on everybody in bringing about their dreams, and aspirations. It was always this feeling to be closest to something that was just a castle in the air, before.
I received a signed diploma tonight, with my chosen college degree. I’m on my graduation dress, and I was with my hair on curls; as they eventually fall off, I pictured you watching me and wondering why I was staring at something. We will just look at each other’s corner of eyes, at first. You and I wasn’t walking anywhere, or you carrying anything. Neither a bouquet of Glory Jane’s nor a graduation card. We stood still. You were with your arms dangling at their sides, gazing at me with that lost expression.
I turned and met your eyes, and neither of us jumped away this time. You stood there as if you were trying to remember something.
There was a bit part of me wanting to wave or make a comment that seemed clever or memorable. But another part of me just held my breath.
It seemed that we really knew each other, not simply that I had thought of you obsessively for a year or two, in high school days. It seemed that you were trusting me to just stand there for a moment, as though there were so many important things we could have said to each other in a long time being that we didn’t need and want to say any of them at all.
Lack of chance, perhaps, or lack of courage.
It seemed that we’re looking likely by memory more than sight. I often thought of that. Embarrassingly, often. What ever I was doing, I would imagine you there with your thoughts and opinions.
And though they’d never really spoken, I always had a clear idea of what you would think. You wouldn’t like a lot of makeups for instance. The blow dryer thingy would strike you as loud noise and pointless. My false eyelashes would probably be like a torture for my eyelids.
Beyond shadow of doubt, you’d come to me, and hug me. That hug would seemingly be the best part of my night. Then you’d dance with me slowly, even without any music. People around us would be startled and astound. You’d tell me not to care so I would.
It would take time until we’re done; our hands holding, filling the spaces between our fingers. You’ll spread your hands even more. They were the hands of a man and not a boy.
We were quite and I wanted you to say something.
“How was you? Everything?” you said as you glanced at the little pin on my hair.
“I’m okay,” I said. “I didn’t realize you’d be here,” I said, forgetting to think how I revealed myself by saying so.
You nodded. “Am I, by any chance, late?”
I’d smirked a bit. You smiled at me. There was an anticipation of my birdlike brain that I could have never seen that smile again.
“I thought, the last five years would end and we would both go our separate ways and we would never have talked to each other, like this way,” I said bravely. I felt like my words echoed in the silence, and always hated being stuck with them for so long. I wished you’d say something to cover them over.
“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” you said.
“You wouldn’t?” I was so genuinely surprised I couldn’t help asking. “Why not?” I wasn’t sure if you were to say something or if there ever were.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.. Always,” you said slowly. “But I wasn’t sure.. when the right time would be.. But this is a strange night,” he went on. “Maybe not the best time. Tonight, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
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And I often thought of that. Pointless though.
P.S. excuse my lame narration hahahahaha
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Maganda kasi instagram hahahahaha
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