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Checkered ftw! HIhi. These pictures are some of my gazillion selfies for 2nd semester. For me 2nd semester is magnificent lol. I decided to be enrolled in a bloc section. This semester I gained a permanent group of friends whom I can talk to all day and whom I can hang out every vacant. So yeah this semester is not easy. I nearly forget the meaning of complete sleep. I experienced a lot of things. Like went clubbing, procrastinating, yolo-ing, vice ganda-ing (only AAA can understand this), introducing Anna and many many more. For this semester my fave subject is Rizal because our teacher discusses the subject accurately and clearly. I’m glad that we survived our major accounting subjct. god bless everyone.

8 Ways To Say I Love You

1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”


→R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012 (via guacoma)
March 20, 2014

First day of vacay. My nephew’s birthday. Back to reality. Back to internet life. Back to no more worries days. But someone doesn’t want to send me messages.

Texting is not an effort. It is maintenance. Kailan pa naging effort ang pagte-text?
→Tangina naman kase e. Kelan nga ba kasi?  (via supladangretarded)

I’m sorry because I can’t love you back. I’m sorry if I’m not the right one. But I’m not sorry for giving you hurtful words because that’s the only way to save you from more hurtful situations,

This will be another melodramatic post. I took an exam in our Business Math subject and when I passed my paper I was so confident but then I found out that my answers were wrong because I didn’t read the questions carefully. Then here came Finance again my answers were wrong because I didn’t write the correct given :( Right now I didn’t review anymore :(

I’ll probably miss you Cali. How I wish Ph is just 10-minute drive. I’ll miss the cloudless sky of yours. The tall mountains that surround you. I will also miss the pretty weather. The city lights and the tall palm trees. I’ll miss everything. ‘Till we meet again.

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