Sooooo. ATM…..
- im at the corridor of my dorm
- few steps away from the trash can
- i look weird with my hair all tied up
- i can smell the trash
- it doesnt smell good
- i have tons to do
- i dontknow how and where to start
- the people i need to finish all these stuffs… Y U NO REPLY?
- SRSLY?! I need yo help guise
- im frustrated
- oh please
- fck slow internet connection
- fck dorm
- jeez
- god of internet, are ya sleeping? bear with me please?
- ..|..
Your past, shouldn’t ever be a reflection of who you are. Cause what you are now, is who you weren’t last time. People grow, not change.
(via pandemicparade)
Source: takemyfuckingclothesoff
Yesterday, we had our Recollection. I miss our Elementary and Highschool Recollections back at my old school, La Consolacion. I remember how it was almost close to impossible that someone will walk out that door with dry eyes. I also remember how all of us would feel “holy” that day. Yung tipong di manlang makabanggit kahit isang mura. Haha. Good timesssss
So yeah, we had our Recollection… though it didn’t really feel like it. I guess the highlight was the Confession. I had a second thought of going to confession. However, being raised “Catholically” it didn’t feel right to avoid that deed. And so I thought of all the sins I’ve made, especially the past year. But it made me wonder, how can you consider that something is already a sin? Temptation or pleasure? Are things that bring pleasure to us, considered a sin? I’m torn between being a human being, defined scientifically and being a human that should be molded morally. Actually, this was one of my frustrations. Sometimes I live my life base on the idea that experiences are what make life worth living for. Occasionally interrupted, however, by the idea that living between the lines is the best way to live without regrets. But then again, my mind and my body hunger and thirst for things even I cannot put a finger on. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Aaaaaand within just a few minutes….
after my last post, the frustrations became a bridge for a wonderful night! I’ll make kwento next time. Sleepeh. Jajajaja.
I’M IN LOVE.
I’ve been drinking for almost 2 weeks. I started this year with a positive outlook. And yes, I still feel positive for this year. However, life just really fucks you as long as you’re living.
I’M IN LOVE! Of course I’m lying. Minsan nga iniisip ko sana yan nalang talaga problema ko. Having a broken heart, I may not know when I’ll be able to heal myself again, howevfer, at least I have an idea how. Because right now, what I’m going through doen’t even give me a single itsy bitsy clue as to how to solve it. I’ve disappointed myself for the nth time. But before drowning again, I’ll paddle my feet. “Not anymore. Not anymore.” I say. I’ll be able to help myself up again to walk on the shore. That I promise. I’ll wait for no one. No more. No more.
THISISSOSOSOSOSOFRUSTRATING!!! BULLSHIT.
Calm down, woman.
My words can’t speak right now. And so, I’ll fill this with someone else’s.
Pag Thomasian ka, mataas standards mo pag dating sa fireworks!
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans. Latin that means that stomach-flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination. A phrase I’ve recently come across with in An Abundance of Katherines by John Green that I think perfectly describes how I felt during the fireworks. Oh god, it was breathtaking. Hands down, UST fireworks and all the glory that you bring. And although I have always been discreet at saying this but yes, I am a proud Thomasian!
(via heartlabyrinths)
Source: mademoiselle-keixie
Arch of the Centuries
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Another shot of the Arch of the Centuries during the Neo-Centennial Celebration yesterday in UST.
(via angelowillruletehworld)
Source: litratonijuan
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here.
