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Welcome. Mundane clichés lie in wait for people who don't know me.Otherwise, to keep this rather short and[if you could taste it] sweet, enjoy yourself here and make my day. I'm no alien. Music runs me like a treadmill.Basically, I'm half-minded, wholehearted and a little physical. I am faithful and i think thrice. My story entails a lifetime of adversities and quiescent encapsulates my lifestyle as simply as it gets. I'm no alien and I'm deeply in love. disappointment haunts me like a ghost. I'm not as short as this box. |
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right now, i wish myself away. BULLSHIT.
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i'm in school now. i mean in SP. yeah. first time blogging in many days and first time blogging in sp. tsk. i tell you, the fc5 is like a prospective lanshop. lol. powerpoints under every seat on every table. well, almost. cept for the ones at subway. and, it's pretty cold too. can pass can pass.k poly isn't so much of slack and play. the cellbio notes. ahhh, ya. k nothing much to say la actually. sooooo. byebye. :) i'll update more when the time comes. :) I'm trying my heart out.
i try. and i try so hard. but why do you keep playing a fool with me?i'm beginning to see that you're intentionally drifting away from me. Tell me what exactly makes everything worth it? i hate how everyday makes you a different person. I love you so much and i will never let go of what you are. i just need to know that you want it just as much. and i need to see it. feel it. Telling isn't everything. there's something called a lie. that's why telling isn't everything. A letter to you.
To: Novia Astina; the love of my lifeI cannot promise you a fantastic life with no worries. I cannot promise you riches and bounties. I cannot promise you fashion and excess amenities. I can, however, promise you my heart, body, mind and soul. As promised, I've given them up to you. I don't want them back. They're my gifts to you. I'm not the best person on this Earth in this life to be with you. I'm sad to acknowledge that fact. But that's if only you judge happiness by the things you want, not the things you need. you toldm e on the phone last night that I'm the best you could ever ask for. I want to believe you, so please tell me that it's the truth. On the other hand, you're all that I could ask for and much more. Last night i sat in bed thinking about what life would be without you. I cannot imagine, and I felt down and depressed. Your words were stuck in my head. Both the good and the bad. But I knew that I'll be nothing more than a coconut husk, or a groundnut cracked open and the shell thrown aside, empty. I will never forget the things you've done, both to and for me. Come over after school to wake me up, get angry when i get lazy, give me massages, feed me chips, buy drinks over for me. You've not been the greatest girlfriend ever in history, neither have I been the best boyfriend. And we both know that it's not possible too. I just want you to know that it's the little things we do wrong that make me love you. Even more. And all the more I can't let go of you. I just can't. you make me want to take care of you when you keep falling sick and getting spells. you make me want to look after you more carefully when you keep slipping up with your clothes. you make me want to push myself to be a better person. I'm sorry that I haven't been all you wanted me to be too. If you promise me that you'll stay by my side and guide me through life, let me carry you and walk across the sand, I'll promise to never let you fall again. I swear my life on it. I love you. You're my cupcake. Believe it or not, it's alright. I will show you that I mean it. With Love, Yours Truly, hopefully. |