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2011 was a colorful blur. It seriously was. It was a year of parties, cultural trips and eventful career-related drama that didn’t give me the permission to be still. Looking back at the year that was, I can say that it was more than eventful, it was  a year of being bullied into constantly keeping up with what’s happening with my life as well as that of my friends’. It felt like we were a

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You lose what you don’t want to, retain what you want to be rid of. You wait and feel the weight. You weigh if it’s worth the wait. ----------- image from POSTSECRET

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Because what happened is happening, And I already saw what I’m seeing. I helplessly felt what I’m feeling. I’m bound for the same old ending. ---------- image from Tumblr

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"It felt so real.", you ponder.  Your feeling? Oh, it is real. Sometimes your mind can trick you into believing that you’ve already given everything and done anything to show how much you like a person only to realize that your exhaustion comes not from doing but from mere thinking.  That after experiencing this imagined but elaborate pseudo-reality where you have allowed yourself to

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"So just live, make mistakes, and have wonderful times. But never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is that you are going." - Sex and the City The Checklist Last night, my friends and I got into a discussion of how we picture our significant others to be. What would s/he be like? What qualities do we expect them to have that will endear

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Sometimes, all you need to do is listen to your heart. How many times have you met a stranger and felt that your heart has suddenly skipped a beat? How many times have you shared a cigarette break with a newfound friend and felt your heart scream, “This feels right!”? All people need to do is to listen to their heart more intently, to be more attentive to their irrational self to understand

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Ikaw na hinihintay ko pa, Hinahanap nanaman kita, katulad ng maraming mga gabi na ramdam na ramdam ko ang pag-iisa. Katulad ng maraming mga pagkakataon na hinihiling kong sana nandito ka na. Minsan may mga oras na hindi ko maintindihan kung paanong naiisip pa kita habang pinapaligiran naman ako ng lahat ng bagay at taong masasaya. Na kahit ilang beses akong tumawa, ang isip at lalong

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image from Tumblr “You always act like you don’t deserve to be loved, or even be liked by the other person. Hence, the pep talk.” It struck a chord in the guitar that is my heart. Looking back at how my (non)romantic life has taken shape through the years, I must say that I have always had very low self esteem in terms of loving and more importantly, in terms of being loved by another

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“I wake up, feeling nothing. At one point, I was looking forward to seeing him with another woman so I can feel again, but when I did, that thing that I was scared of happened. I felt nothing.” (7 September 2011) Last night, after a wonderfully challenging Quiz Night in Capricciosa, Greenbelt 3, three of my friends and I opted to end the night with a round of alcohol. Yes, we do one

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One night, I promised I’d someday write about you, and tonight, I shall keep that promise. I have an inkling of how you feel. I see in your eyes what I used to see when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see longing, I see grief, and most importantly, I see a lack of understanding. How can it hurt so much and when did it start to hurt this much? You don’t know what hit you. One moment,

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I remember when I was in grade school, I would dream of prom night as some kind of a panacea. I imagined myself to be dramatically transformed into a swan from being the ugly duckling that is my normal self. I’d dream of being asked out to be someone’s date, of slow dancing and of an innocent good night kiss that will become the topic of a month long conversation with my girl friends, making a

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‎ We'll always have our corner- where our dreams meet and people wonder how  we can still be there  without wondering. ----------- image from Poor Artists

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I could be writing this for you. I remember how I looked at you from afar with a stare that could make the hardest and most stubborn of metals melt, only to look away during that split second that allows our eyes to meet.  I see you, clearly, you never see me. There are times when I would allow my mind and my heart to wander into the possibility that is you and me… where your hand will not

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"... no woman wakes up saying "God, I hope I don't get swept off my feet today!" Now, she might say "This is a really bad time for me," or something like "I just need some space," or my personal favorite "I'm really into my career right now." You believe that? Neither does she. You know why? 'Cause she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying! It's not a bad time for her. She doesn't

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"The need for love is akin to emotional diabetes. Who needs another when you can produce insulin yourself?" -Pao Soriano Last night was supposed to be “SAKITAN NIGHT”, an event that happens every Monday in Good Earth Roasts, Rockwell with my closest friends in law school, just because a live band plays emo songs and we are reminded of our stupid mistakes in the past. True to its form, there were

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How to Date a Funny Girl Find her at the center of a group of people, watching her, eagerly listening and anticipating her next punchline. Find her staring at the intimidating but inviting light of a bonfire, with a goofy expression that discreetly demands and silently commands respect and attention. Wherever you find her, find her eyes sparkling, her lips moving and her hands flailing with

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So, let me be resignedWith this path of happinessThat does not need YouWho break my heart Everytime you can. It cannot break anymoreFor you and with you.It refuses to. Take your flowers with you. Like our love, it will never bloom, too.

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Friend1: Yay! Tapos pwede kaming mag-orgy, kaming dalawa! Friend2: Hindi orgy un. Ang orgy more than three. Wag kang bobo.  ------- Ces: If you were to wake up as someone else and can live his/her life for one day, who would you be and why? Euns: Nina Dobrev. Ces: Ambilis lang. Euns: Alam ko ang gusto ko. Hindi man lang relevant e no. Pero ok din un Angelina Jolie. Kaso, konti lang... Brad

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Friend: E kayo, kelan kayo magpapakasal ng boyfriend mo? Girl: Ewan ko ba dun. Sabi nya pag hindi raw nag end of the world ng 2012. Friend: Paano kung nag-end of the world? Girl: Edi wala. End of the world na diba? ANG LABO! Overheard in Agave, Serendra

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"We need to discuss." That was the definite conclusion that we all came up with after watching the very divisive movie that is Something Borrowed. We can outline it into a number of chapters, in my mind the issues at hand are the following: Is he or is he not into you. Would you REALLY fall for your best friend’s guy? Should a girl tell a guy how she feels at the risk of being too

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And without any word, he knelt with one knee, Offering what would seem like an engagementRing to the one he loves. His eyes, shining With tears and his lips, quivering In anticipation of her uncertain reply. “I love you, please let me love you more.” She took the ring, looked into the eyesof the boy who has turned into a manright before her very eyes and said, “Ang arte  mo.”He knew. It was her

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Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it – which of these two attitudes is the least destructive? I don’t know. -Eleven Minutes Let me talk about that thin line between being insensitive and careful. When I was younger, I must say that I did not have restraint. I will assume wholeheartedly, fall in love fully, and get my heart broken carelessly. But that’s just it, right? In the

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"Waves are selfish entities, they push and pull you,without thought or regard. You are my wave. Carry me away." “Miss is a funny word, one moment it can mean longing when in the next it can mean never.”

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Growing up, I’ve been accustomed to my Mom being the disciplinarian. Not because my Dad doesn’t mind, but because my Mom has always been hands on, literally and figuratively. If there is one thing that I can say about my Mom, she is one brave woman. She has stood by my Dad’s side all these years, enduring being the wind beneath his wings, scratch that, beneath OUR wings. She is highly

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Excerpt from Jessica Zafra's "Aunt Janey’s Old-Fashioned Agony Column # 10: A return on your emotional investment" "If you wish to win someone’s affections, never give that person gifts for the purpose of making him grateful to you. Gratitude can become a very heavy obligation and often leads to resentment. Whoever employs such a tactic immediately becomes transparent and will be prone to abuse

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Repost: Bar info- 72.50% passing grade, 982 passed, 20.26% passing rate, no more below 50 DQ per subject

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Filing of petitions to take the Bar has been moved to July 1, 2011 up to August 15, 2011.You will need the following:1. Birth Certificate (issued by the NSO or Local Civil Registrar)2. Marriage Certificate (original or certified true copy)- for Married females only3. Three testimonials of good moral character each executed by a member of the Philippine Bar (form attached).4. Official Pre-Law

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“I am absolutely certain that despite the odds, I love her.” She looks at him, with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow while signaling to the obviously eavesdropping waiter to give them an ashtray. “Well, I know exactly how you feel. Although, I still cannot grasp your brilliant idea of ‘fessing up to me when you cannot even find it in your heart to reveal the identity of this muse of yours. You

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Another great site! ENSOGO PHILIPPINES

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Hi everyone, Signing up for a PAKYAW account automatically enters you into our amazing raffle contest - THE PAKYAW DAILY DRAW! From January 10 to 31, 2011, Pakyaw will be giving away a prize a day - Nintendo Wii, Apple Ipad, MacBooks, and even a flat screen TV! Yes - 3 weeks of prizes with a winner everyday! The best part is - the more people you refer that join Pakyaw, the more chances you get

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Dear You, Last night, in between that unrecognizable silence after the first song and before the next, I would find myself reaching out for your hand, only that I did not see your hand, and more significantly, that you were not there. I did look for you, in the crowd, so exhaustively that it seemed appropriate to shout. Breaking away from the party, I looked up and watched in awe as colors

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So, it’s that time of the year again, when everything is heightened and emotions are exaggerated and what seemed like a clear delineation between what is real and fiction becomes a broken line. It’s time to look back, shake your head in amusement and well, disbelief while counting both your blessings and mistakes. Say it with me, “It’s been a good year, dammit!” If people interpret my blogging to

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"You know that thing that when God closes a door, he opens a window? Well, sometimes out of nowhere he’ll throw you one better. He’ll take a whole wall down... " -GLEE 2.08 "FURT"

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Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to get over yourself and stop basking in the glory of being my “the one.” And when I blog about love, please don’t arrogantly presume that it is your love that I speak of. When people tease me about not being able to move on from this one great love, don’t give me that knowing smile that glorifies your certainty of it being you. If I say that I don’t

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When you make fun of my heart, You don’t make fun of me But of the you that my heart Found so worthy to love. When you mock what I felt, you don’t mock my love But the friendship that we once so proudly spoke of. When you make fun of yourself and decide to mock this friendship, You help me not regret pretending we never met. Now, go play with your friends, while I continue loving mine.

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  quoted from http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hp ... http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs308.snc4/40714_1671613505964_1106184106_31878799_8257287_n.jpg   CORRECTION: The SHORT SHORTS Day against the SHORT, SHORT UP Budget is a SYSTEMWIDE activity. So every Iskolar ng Bayan from Baguio to Mindanao is INVITED to wear their SHORT SHORTS on November 19. Para sa Bayan,

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It's okay to repost my entries but please, PLEASE give credit where credit is due. They say imitation is the greatest form of admiration. BUT plagiarism is ANNOYING and BLATANTLY OFFENSIVE.

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Wow.! You're welcome. I'm glad to be of help. I'm an open book.

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Dear You, Please do not think that I have, even for a second, forgotten my quest to finally find you, to finally find us. I do get it. I do get why I haven’t met you yet. I sometimes find myself uttering defensive statements like, “I don’t see myself getting married in the near future, not even in the far future.” Or “I am content with being who I am, single and fabulous.”, and honestly, I mean

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When you do your part, you don't earn the right to judge people on the basis of what you do. Why? Because that is YOUR part. You don't go around making yourself the standard. Their part, no matter how seemingly insignificant to you, may be most significant to another. When you volunteer for something, and when you feel so selfless helping strangers, you do not become better than people who choose

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First, this whole taping someone who's dying / who died has got to stop. Seriously. Second, I still don't understand why the police had to focus on their conspiracy theory re: the hostage taker's brother. Third, if only they watched Denzel Washington's The Negotiator, they could have at least known that CALCULATED and ...not POINTLESS PATIENCE is the key. Fourth, it seemed like they didn't take

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picture from POSTSECRETOne chance after another,I waited, and hated.One mistake after another,I remembered and regretted,One moment after another,I faded. One chance,One Mistake,One Moment. For the last time, Turn this all around. Or I will never be around.

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picture from POSTSECRET It wasn’t just my imagination, it was ours. Yours and mine are these daydreams,Delusions and memories, blurred into onePortrait of the (be)loved, fading into The intricacies of our creative non-fiction. Open your eyes, or open mine. Look at me, stare (at you) blankly. I miss missing you. I miss missing you miss me. All because I  missed. All because we missed. 

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Confessions of a Closet Daddy’s GirlA Father's Day Entry One of my most favorite memories that relates to my dad was a scene that happened when he wasn’t even there. I think I was around four years old, when my mom was giving me a bath and I was being a bratty kid. Obviously, I wasn’t enjoying being bathed because I was sleepy, and my mom was aggressively pouring water all over me and

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picture from POSTSECRET So, you get hurt. Big deal. One thing I learned about living is that, “Pain is inevitable.” The moment you are able to come to terms with that, you realize that pain, really, is just a wonderful front act. You get hurt, once in a while, with some periods more painful than the others. The danger really is, not in not enduring pain, developing an addiction to pain. When you

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picture from POSTSECRET Some stare into each other’s eyes, while we take quick glimpses and sideway glances.Together, they dream of forever, Yet we, for what seems like forever, dream of “together.”They hold hands, and instead, we hold hearts.And when they make love, we wait to see what love will make of us.

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Eunice fem. proper name, from L., from Gk. Eunike, lit. "victorious," from eu- "well" + nike "victory."ZULEIKAGender: FeminineUsage: LiteraturePronounced: zoo-LAY-kə Possibly means "brilliant beauty" in Persian. According to medieval legends this was the name of Potiphar's wife in the Bible. She has been the subject of many poems and tales. I'm an open book.

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picture from POSTSECRET In the context of, “I’m so bored… at wala NANAMAN akong issues,” I shall write today about that really sucky concept we call, “The one that got away.” A majority of the men and women in this paawa sad world will, without batting their eyelashes, tell you that they have it. The person whom they think will be the perfect guy / girl for their very own fairytale, the person

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Mang yari Lamang by Rico Abelardo Mang yari lamang ay tumayo ang mga nagma hal nang makita ng lahat ang mukha ng pag– ibig ipa malas ang tamis ng malalim na pagkakau nawaan sa mga mal abo ang paningin mang yari lamang ay tumayo rin ang mga nagma hal at nasawi nang makita ng lahat ang mga sugat ng isang bayani ipadama ang pait ng kabiguan habang ipinag bubunyi ang walang kat u lad na kag itin gan

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picture from POSTSECRET “So it was me. It has always been me?” You asked.I rolled my eyes and blurted out, “Yes. It WAS.” Way before you liked them, way before all your storiesOf admiration thrown at unsuspecting friends,Way before I realized that it was never ME.Weighing what I feel, if I still feel and when I started feeling you wrote, “Why?” “I was stupid.” In the same way that you were.For

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picture from POSTSECRET But every time you look at me,(Or is it I who look at you?)I see it. Through your eyesYou say “Sorry.”And through my smile I scream,“I love you. But please let me love me more.”

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>This is what democracy should be all about, having the right to vote your candidate without being judged for it. If we honestly believe that the other is making a mistake in voting his candidate, let that person commit that mistake. If these candidates really want a better Philippines, they should be able to help even if they lose. That is how true public service should emerge. Kapit lang,

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picture from POSTSECRET We hear I love you’s being haphazardly uttered, displays of affection indiscriminately shown and we wonder, how far should we go to fulfill these spur of the moment promises? After we experience all moments worthy of feeling these silly butterflies in our stomachs, after every possible sweet nothing has been done, after all the mind games have been solved, How did this

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Hi friends!I would like to plead to you to announce this election service that we are extending to ALL FILIPINOS NATIONWIDE for FREEEEEE! It's Gabay Halalan. It is an election call center that educates people and gives information via telephone. Your employees and their families can ask anything about the elections and we will use our database to answer it or RESEARCH further if it's not in our

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picture from POSTSECRET I can see clearly now. What used to be a series of blurred promisesHave become a series of encrypted messagesDECODED.Now, the message has come across.You were saying NO to that THING.Because NO and THING add upTo NOTHING.

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Picture from POSTSECRET We try to do it on our own. Our pride stops us from acknowledging that there are things that are out of our control. We forget that when things are going our way, it is because God deems it appropriate.How could we forget?  Why would we forget? When did we forget? Who are we forgetting? Jesus died for us. It is the ultimate sacrifice. It is the ultimate act of salvation

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The following people made my passing the BAR possible: 1. My family, my brother Aldrich and my sister Hazel, especially my parents for not saying a word despite my spending too much for coffee and having to deal with an absentee daughter for the past months. For believing and loving me unconditionally. 2. My relatives, both the Nallas and Monsod families, especially my Lola Seng for

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Of all the days Facebook... you just have to put my profile under maintenance on the day that I am waiting for my BAR RESULTS. Great. Really great.

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On paper you wrote, “Never give up.”, so you’ll be reminded of what you already did.Then you start questioning, why two such hopeful words,’ give and up’, ended up with a meaning so hopeless. But this is not the first time. YOU are hopeful. I am hopeful. ‘YOU and I’? Hopeless. picture from POSTSECRET

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picture from POSTSECRET When you have decided that what matters is how much he means to you,You go on and realize that you really need to know how much you mean to him.And while to you, he is everything, it does not cover the fact that to him,You are nothing. If only you can choose your world. If only you can be his world.

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THIS IS IT. God bless everyone!

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picture from POSTSECRET  I’m writing this piece just so I’ll remember  what I felt a few days before I finally am out of this limbo. I have always been the calm one. It could be attributed to the fact that I have been through a lot of dilemmas in the past that didn’t give me the option to panic and pass on my stress to other people. I have lived my life independently, choosing to handle

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picture from TUMBLR Minsan dumadaan ang mga araw na parang ikaw ang dinadaanan nito, na parang habang nakatayo ka lang, ang mundo ay masigasig na pinapakita sa’yo na tuloy tuloy parin ang pag-ikot nito kahit ayaw mo. At kahit ilang beses mo isigaw na gusto mo munang magpahinga, na gusto mo munang maramdaman na kaya mong mag-isa, sa isip at puso mo alam mo… alam mo na hindi pwede at hindi mo na

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picture from POSTSECRET Somehow, I too started believing. Because when you hold her hand, I feel a squeeze inside my heart.When you walk with her, I instinctively walk away,and when you look into her eyes, my eyes swell up with tears.

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Picture from POSTSECRETI fall and I crawl and I fall and I crawl…You’re my constellation.Not of stars but of scars. You don’t have to shine,Just be mine.

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Picture from POSTSECRET The truth is, I’ve been trying to tell you. But my words get drowned out by the beating of my own heart. That’s my secret.

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Picture from POSTSECRET I know that you know that I know you know. I don’t know why I know I guess we’ll never really know.

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Picture from POSTSECRET So I blew my birthday candle, The one you brought as a surprise. You asked what I was wishing for, I kissed you and said, “Surprise!”

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Picture from POSTSECRETLeave me in the darkAnd spare meFrom the love that I canNever have.At least while I’m here,I can dream. While my eyesAre open and the only colorI see is the very colorThat can protect me.

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I haven’t written anything in a while. It could be because I’m busy or it could be because I haven’t felt anything genuine for quite sometime now. I still haven’t felt anything anyway, so might as well capitalize on what I haven’t been feeling. So today, I am going to talk about this painfully boring thing that is the status quo. The status quo is like a prelude to the impending doom. It is

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Love is never pareto efficient. Its invisible hands are defective. Regress it... figure it out.

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Picture from POSTSECRETIn that exact moment that darkness surrounded us,You held my hand and promised to be my light.I like it when my eyes can’t see and the only musicThat I hear is the maddening sound of the rain.I want to stay in the dark longer, to observeThe flickering light that shyly illuminatesOur once proud love.I want my hand back.your light is no longer enough.

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pic from POSTSECRET You keep looking at the cracks in the ceiling, Constantly wondering when water will seep through. I continue watching you breathing, blinking, staring, While I let my mind and my heart paint you.

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picture from POSTSECRETYou intended them to be bulwarks.I see them as promises.Build as many walls as you want.I will always be on the other side, waiting.When it’s over, I’ll fly over each and every one of them,and save you from your misery.

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Picture from POSTSECRETWhen the laughter stops, and my smile fades,All that will be left is your sadness.I will protect you, drag you to the rawness of my chaotic happiness…… away from your miserably organized mediocrity.

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Picture from POSTSECRETYou sleep at night and look forward to tomorrow.Carefully, you tiptoe your way to the future.If only you stayed awake and looked around instead of forward.If only you ran and played with the present.Now all you have are plans… and a lot of wasted chances.

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picture from POSTSECRETAmidst the bursts of green,I long for the biting brown.Stemmed bruises on white,thin black strips swaying.Everything was spinning around me.Except when you held my hand,Until logic merged with magic.I am logic and you are magic.Work on me. Let me be your masterpiece.

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Picture from POSTSECRETLike a promise carefully engraved in stone,Like air that stealthily surrounds us,Like water that aggressively flows to infinity,Like the slow blinking of my eyes,You still stubbornly inhabit my heart.You are my heart.To me, you are indispensable.You are my constant.

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Picture from POSTSECRETWe worked so hard to not mess everything up.Luckily, we didn’t. We didn’t have to.It was messed up to begin with.You’re the “order to my mess.” and I, to yours.But when it’s time to clean up,What will be left of our emotional landfill?

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Picture from POSTSECRETI wish things had ended differently.But it could mean starting things differently.And “differently” might mean not knowing you.So I take it back,I don’t wish things had ended differently.I just wish things didn’t have to end.

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Picture from POSTSECRET“Am I doing the right thing?” you hesitantly asked.With pretentious nonchalance, I answered, “Figure it out.”Looking back, I should’ve said, “Figure ME out.”

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picture from POSTSECRETI saw this coming. From the moment I cried my first tear, had my first fall and got my heart broken over and over again. It was a maze, an ugly, cruel and twisted maze. I didn’t find my way out but I did find my way… TO YOU.

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picture from POSTSECRETBecause our conversations are not mere conversations, they are a series of secret correspondence between a heart in denial and a heart with blind optimism. Yes, we have moved on, but if we just keep walking, we’ll either meet each other’s gaze at the end of this circular road or get lost - forever. Stop being AN idiot. Start being MINE.

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((thank you Inaanaks for the wonderful poster. SAPAK!)I say, "BABAHA BUKAS... ng BEER! Ateneo 100% at 150! CLAIM IT. Pray and believe!" ♥ ♥ ♥

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picture from POSTSECRET“In all languages in the world, there is the same proverb: “What the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.” Well, I say that there isn’t an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we’re in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far from the

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I drew this picture when i was TEN. I am so close. ♥

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Plain White T'sI'm sittin' here all by myselfjust tryin' to think of something to doTryin' to think of something, anythingjust to keep me from thinking of youBut you know it's not working out'cause you're all that's on my mindOne thought of you is all it takesto leave the rest of the world behind[Chorus]Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it didAnd I didn't mean to get so close and share

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I'm still not convinced that Noynoy can handle being president...but if he is AT LEAST a fraction as honest and as patriotic as his parents... I will choose him over all the other crappy choices. It's time. Down with katrapuhan at kagarapalan! Th...is is the worst and the best time to be a lawyer but I will effin' try to be one this month... and when the smoke clears... I will be a part of

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