i immensely miss papa, and mama, and ate right at this very moment.
i dont know how my parents did it, but i'm very proud of the family we've become. i just couldn't imagine being permanently separated from them. i dont know how else to say it, but they're just everything to me.
my parents are the coolest ever. how many parents would actually care to hear their daughter blab about her crushes? i've probably told my parents most of my crushes...i even told them about that time when i had a crush on papa's friend's son. yes...they would criticize him.."naku yan lasenggo, gimikero, andami kong narinig about him kay tito mo..." but they would tease me too sometimes. ^_^. and when i told mama how i fear dying an old maid, she always tells me that i shouldnt worry because im still young and someone out there is meant for me..."na baby pa daw kase ako." and when i told her about mc...she even joked "na ligawan ko na daw si mc." i just realized how lucky i am to have them coz not everyone can experince the moments i had with my parents. kinakarga pa nga kami ni papa even when my sister and i are fifteen times heavier now than we were when we were kids.
and my ate. she's just the best. i used to wish i have an older brother but now that i think about it, i dont need it anymore because my sister is a kuya and ate wrapped in one. we've had the best times together...from jumping garter to piko to bahay-bahayan to miss-universe-miss-universan to barbie (even until high school...^_*) to tamagochi to collecting mcdo happy meals to teddy bears to pc, from pretending to sleep during siesta time when we where little [after which i rumple my hair to give it that 'i-just-woke-up-mama!' look (i realized years after that it was just me who does that coz my sister actually sleeps ^_*)] to watching wrestling with papa to watching ultraman tiga (and other japanese violent 'for kids' series on tv) to our short-live westlife obsession to watching CSI (and america's next top model and survivor and gilmore girls, my sassy girl, in the mood for love...) to sharing our devotion to sad lovesongs, from baclaran shopping with mama to sm to g4 (why do they call it g4 anyway?) to wag-wagan in baguio to tutuban to greenhills to ukay-ukay in laguna, from her helping me with my elementary and high school homeworks to listening to my unnumerable no-one-loves-me monolouges, from teaching me and the rest of my highschool section a number of our winning song interpretation (through dance) masterpieces to teaching me how to be strong just by seeing her handle her sometimes messy life, from being inseparable to her to just phonecall conversations...aaahh..:*_*: theres just soo much to tell...she's been in every fabric of my existence.
i dont know why..its just that today i miss them a lot...just like how i miss them the other day..and the day before that...and so on...i cant imagine losing them. ill die. :-_-:
they're my 'happy thought.' you know in peter pan's never never land where you can fly if you think happy thoughts and sprinkle a bit of pixie dust? all i need is a pixie dust...^_^
(hehehehe...in random order...^_^)
(hehehehe...in random order...^_^)
How to make a Falling Star |
Ingredients: 1/2 cup of naivety 3/4 cup of laughter 1/4 cup & 1 tsp. of insecurity |
Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of sadness. Sprinkle a bit of craziness (it's not complete without that!). Serve chilled with a smile. And recently, i discovered that if you add a pinch of faith, it'll be a lot better. Yum!*Do not overindulge!* |
When i lost you, I was the one who loved you most, but between us you lost more. For someday I can love someone the way that i loved you but you will never be loved again the way that i did...
everything happens for a reason, nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. illness, injury, failures, love lost, memories of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of one's soul. without the small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved straight flat road to nowhere. it would be safe and comfortable but uttery pointless...
do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others, it is because we are different that each of us is special...
do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. by living your life, one day at a time, you live all the days of your life...
do not be afraid to encounter risks, it is by taking risks that we learn how to be brave...
do not run through life so fast that you forget, not only where you have been, but also where you are going...
Humankind get bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again...
We cannot make anyone love us. All we can do is let ourselves be loved.
"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." - Eleonora Duse
"This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends." - Euripedes
"Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark." - George Iles
The hardest thing to do is to watch someone you love, love someone else.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then its not the end.
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Men are not worthy of precious tears, they just make us look terrible...
Its amazing the things you realize when you lose someone; you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for grantd the days doing nothing when you could have been with them. anyone can be taken at anytime in our lives, but we always wait until theyre gone to say the things we never had the courage to before
Watching you walk out of my life hasn't made me bitter or cynical about love, but rather, it has shown me that if i wanted so badly to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along...
in the movie "in the mood for love," if someone had a secret they didnt want to share, they go up to a mountain, find a tree, carve a hole in it and whisper the secret into the hole...then they cover it with mud, leaving the secret there forever...
this is my hole...