Post this in your journal, asking your friends list (or whoever happens to wander by) to respond with whatever they know about you. It can be as matter of fact as 'Your name is Bridget, you're 25 and attending Harvard.' to the absolute useless 'One Thursday, you tried to hop down a flight of stairs and you fell on your face ( Read more... )

I know you wouldn't understand right now but I hope in time...

And i know I wasn't right, but it felt so good.

... and that goes for me as well.

( Two years of single-ness )

I'm done waiting. Really.
So would you please stop rubbing it in.

Not having someone to call your boyfriend doesn't mean anything. I'm not waiting, hung up or even looking. Don't you think it's possible that I'm just enjoying what I have or what I don't have right now (however you want to put it)?

Stop it.
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Work is killing me. And my tata will too, if I don't get my ass on time tomorrow later at the office. The question, to sleep or not to sleep. Anyone?

By the way, HELLO. I AM STILL ALIVE. IT'S BEEN CENTURIES SINCE I'VE POSTED. How are you my friendsAnyway, I miss Dagupan. I don't know how many times I've said this but I do. Don't get me wrong, I ( Read more... )

Use your head, Follow your heart.

I found myself saying that to MB when she decided to air out her concerns to us (I was with im_happy). It was actually funny cause we knew each other for what, 5 minutes? Haha. The heart, it makes you crazyyyy. Which reminds me of my conversation last night with the bestest friend anyone can get,

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Just finished packing and I'm off to Pangasinan tomorrow morning later.

AAAhhhh. Have to go. Dad's calling. Have a nice holy week guys. =)

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KUYA AND JIM, I'LL MISS YOU. ;(

..Love is something else. It's the weather being good everyday because wind and rain is just another kind of good weather.

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Hey you, you will find your tragedy. In time. *yaaaaakaaaaap*

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Of all the ways that love can be true, there is one way -- and that way is the sum of all the others.