Kung alam ko bakit nangyayari yung mga bagay kahit ‘di ko ginusto, hindi na sana ako nasasaktan at nakapag-move on na sana agad ako. kaso wala eh, ganun talaga. lahat ng bagay, dumadaan sa proseso, hindi minamadali, para matutunan lahat ng dapat matutunan. Ang mahalaga naman, kahit ganu pa kahaba yung proseso, magiging okay din ang lahat sa huli eh. Sabi nga, “In the end, everything’s gonna be okay. if it’s not yet okay, it’s not yet the end.”
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Di naman KRIMEN ang magmahal eh. Kaya pag tinanong ka kung mahal mo sya, UMAMIN ka! :)
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ONE MORE CHANCE..
wahhh. may naaalala ako dito! :D
Love Story ni Boy at Girl #1: Baka aso.
- May nakitang laruan si Girl.
- Ito ay stuff toy na Aso ngunit mukhang Baka.
- Girl: Babe, tignan mo, baka to diba?
- Boy: Aso kaya yan.
- Girl: Baka to!
- Boy: Aso yan.
- Girl: Baka nga ito.
- Boy: Tignan mo uli. Aso yan!
- Girl: Bahala ka na nga! Break na tayo!
- Boy: Ano ka ba? Baka kaya to! Sinong nagsabi na aso to? Ang layo ha! Baka to' babe! Promise!
Alam mo ba ung feeling kapag iniwan ka ng taong Mahal mo?
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Para ka lng NAHULOG sa 100th floor ng building
at LUMAGPAK ka sa kalsada at NASAGASAAN ka ng RUMARAGASA
at HUMAHARUROT na 10 wheeler truck at sa KASAWIANG PALAD ay- BUHAY KA PA!!!!
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone’s eyes.
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
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