MARCGELL ADRIAN,
Sorry for the times that I've been maarte. Sorry if naha-hassle ka dahil sakin. Sorry if I'm demanding. Sorry if I ask too much sometimes; sorry for the many times that I am irrational. Sorry for always making you an utusan. Sorry for being impossible. Sorry for bullying you. Sorry for harassing you, and by that I mean, sorry for biting you.
Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for giving me what I ask from you, and more. :) Thank you for the extra effort to make me smile. Thank you for being my personal clown. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for letting me bite you~! You train the inner lion in me. Rawr~! (Okay, no innuendos intended.) Thank you for letting me harass you, for being my human punching bag. Thank you for the hugs and kisses. Thank you for the times you set your pride aside for me. Thank you for the times you'd proudly show the world you have me, that you love me. :))
I really love you. I know how you're conscious about yourself. I want you to be yourself. Change when you're ready to change. Change when you see a good enough reason to change. I'm not pressuring you to be someone ideal. I want you to be who you want to be. And I hope you want to be someone good, atleast. :) And, I love you. I love you for being my stress-reliever. I love you for being my critic. I love you for being my Dad, most of the time. And, I love you for being mine.
Let's keep it that way, shall we? I'll be yours, just be mine. :)
//Bumawi ng buong post dahil hindi ko nabasa agad 'yung iniwan mo sa chatbox ko. :P
Labels: #cw, %taglish, `life, fireworks
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I've been one, I know. But, seriously. I can't believe how unlucky I am with groupmates/partners lately.
1. Comm3 - Interview Shiz I've been contacting my partner 10 days before the deadline. We have a whole week to do the interview. And since classes are cancelled for the field work, I don't really see him. I hate how he wouldn't reply to me. It's not that he didn't have load, or maybe he didn't know who I was.
We're friends and I hope he reads this.
2. Physics Lab One time, I went back to the dorm to get my worksheet. My groupmates texted me and told me to bring a flashdrive. Since I didn't have one, I borrowed my roommate's. When I got back to NIP, they asked me if I brought my laptop. :|
DUDE, do you f-ing know how far NIP is?
And, it's not really "they". Just her. We're supposed to meet tonight. She scheduled to meet me tonight. NOW, GUESS WHAT. She said she can't make it 'cause she has other appointments.
Now, why, please, tell me, would you tell someone to meet up with you at this certain time if you know you're not even available? :| YOU WASTED MY TIME.
3. ArtStud1 I've been a bad groupmate in ArtStud 1. I was a good partner to ZJ, of course. But, faith tore us apart. :( Now we have groups, and we're not together.
So, we have to have topics for the final presentation or something. And each of us needs to make our own topic and pass all of them. I made the Outline for my groupmates topic already. So, I thought, atleast, she would make mine. BUT NO. She expects me to make my and her outlines.
Okay, fine, it was my idea to make three separate topic outlines anyway, but, how dare she tell me to make mine ASAP when I made hers. >:|
Argh. I really really hate groupworks. Labels: #update, %english, `school
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Smile at the right reasons.
I know when I'm doing something wrong. I know when what I'm doing isn't acceptable to someone who's very important to me. And, usually, I ignore that fact, thinking: "I've already started this, I might as well go on."
Why is it so easy to say "don't do bad things" when in reality, it's easier to be bad?
[A/N: And before people speculates I'm having sex or drugs, or joining cults, PLEASE, it's not that. ]
There shouldn't be wrong decisions. It's up to you to make your decisions the right one. And… I'm doubting myself RN. It seems like I can't see enough LOGICAL reasons to keep this, uhm, thing that bugs me, in my life.
I've started caring about it, invested time and effort, and all those clichés. I've already started this journey, I might as well get it over with. Right?
Or is it right? :/ Aren't I doing this for the wrong reasons? I should keep on going because I want to, not because I don't want to give up.
I'm so confused. :|
Labels: #cw, #life, %english, `life
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SOO... I really, really, really wouldn't post this if not for the sake of argument. And, besides, God wants us to dialogue, so, I shall raise my concern.
LOVE. Yes, AGAIN. I keep on talking about it because everyone's just love-crazy. Either they believe it, or they argue there's no such thing. And I'm helping make it a popular topic by doing another post about it. Maybe I should have a love tag.
I think love is the feeling of satisfaction when you make someone happy. You love someone when you get triumphant by making someone happy... Or, atleast, not making someone miserable. I think love is feeling safe when you're together, and growing even more immersed with each other while apart. I think love is learning - learning when to say yes, when to say no; learning what's right, from what's not right; learning to be an individual.
I think love should be voiced out, be exhibited. I don't mean PDA. PLEASE. DO NOT DO YOUR THING WHERE OTHER PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU. I mean, if you really love someone, you should be able to say it. Maybe not directly to that person, atleast to others (not just one) who are very much alive. Saying something, hearing it from your own voice, is admitting. 'Wag kang mahiyang sabihin sa iba na love mo 'yung person na love mo. And I think that's love. You should admit you love someone. You should tell someone. Actually, tell the world. Love is not a crime. I know my God would want me to be vocal and expressive. I know my God loves me, and I love Him. I know He would want me to share what I feel. I know He would want me to know how others feel about me.
If you can't say you love that person, if you're not brave enough to admit it... then maybe it's not love afterall. Just an idea of love, infatuation, maybe. Or it's almost love, or it is love, but since you're not yet brave enough to say it, it's love at a wrong time. A crush, maybe. Something. But it's not love.
[I should come up with a word with this love-like feeling/idea.]
SOOO... Here's the catch: Ang kabit, andyan kasi, hindi satisfied 'yung kinakabitan(?) sa real partner nya. SO, they just want their kinakabitan to be happy. Tapos, sabi nila, okay lang na hindi sila ang number one (well, madalas, okay lang), basta mahal nila 'yung person. 'Yun lang ang mahalaga.
I don't think this should be. ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE THIS TYPE OF PEOPLE AND WHY THE FUCKING HELL THERE ARE SUCH PEOPLE.
First of all, ARE YOU FUCKING MAD? If you're not satisfied with your relationship, please, FIX IT OR END IT. Don't wait for things to get worse. AND DON'T EVER GET A NUMBER 2. You're not just destroying your Number 1's life, your Number 2's as well. You ruin their reputation and their self esteem. If you want to destroy your own life, don't bring others down with you.
AND TO NUMBER 2's, WHAT THE FUCK. Have you ever heard of "Love yourself, others will love you."? Have some dignity. Don't you respect yourself? Don't give me that "hindi ko hinihinging mahalin mo rin ako" bullshit. LOVE, for me, should be acknowledged. It's either (1)accepted and reciprocated, or, (2)denied. 'Wag kang magtyaga sa hindi ka priority. KASI, kahit bored ka, hindi talaga tama 'yun. Makipag-chever ka sa single, sige. Atleast masasabi mong wala kang kasalanan. Pero sa commited, iba na 'yun. Kahit hindi pa sila kasal, DUDE, a sin is a sin... (Side note, a sin is salt :))) HAHAHA...)
I believe there's someone for everyone. Some people find their perfect match, some people don't. There's someone who'll love you with all their heart and soul. You just have to be patient. You just have to have faith. Maybe the perfect one for you is not the one you imagined, but, I'm sure there's someone. Don't waste your time being with the wrong person. Every hour spent with the wrong person, is an hour less spent looking/waiting for the right person.
But then again, life is pro-choice. You can choose a person to be your perfect one... The question is, do they want to make you the one for them?
Do I even have a point?
Labels: #life, %taglish, `life
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Let me tell you about how I got to be the awesome me I am today. No. Of course, I'm just joking. I'm born awesome.
Let me tell you about things that people keep on asking me about. This is the dawn of another series of posts. And then maybe I should put up a FAQ page.
When did you last cry?
It's such a cliché question. And, well. Almost every single time I have to answer this, it would be last night. If not, it's just now, yesterday, the other day, just this week, last week…
So, let me tell you, I'm a cry baby. I cry about almost everything. I cry when I miss my Mom. I cry when I miss home. I cry when I think of the days that will never be. I cry when I think of the days that could've been. I cry when I think of the happiest moments of my life. I cry when I realize those moments are all a bunch of lies. I cry about things I could've done. I cry about things I can't do. I cry a lot because of people. Even if I try my best not to attach myself to others, I'm weak. I get easily friendly, thus, I get easily disappointed. I get easily broken. I get easily torn to pieces. Thus, I cry a lot.
And then I have this problem of not wanting to share my problems, ASAP. I'm always thinking, "I'll shut my mouth, it'll be okay." But things get worse. And I cry. Things get bigger and uglier. And I cry. I tell someone about it. They get sad, they get involved. And I cry. I turn out giving up. And I cry.
I also cry when I'm super happy.
I cry over movies, novels, music, art... I cry about things that are not really my concern.
That's how it is. I'm a cry baby. Labels: #cw, %english, `life, `me, let me tell you, suicidal
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MARCGELL ADRIAN,
Sorry for the times that I've been maarte. Sorry if naha-hassle ka dahil sakin. Sorry if I'm demanding. Sorry if I ask too much sometimes; sorry for the many times that I am irrational. Sorry for always making you an utusan. Sorry for being impossible. Sorry for bullying you. Sorry for harassing you, and by that I mean, sorry for biting you.
Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for giving me what I ask from you, and more. :) Thank you for the extra effort to make me smile. Thank you for being my personal clown. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for letting me bite you~! You train the inner lion in me. Rawr~! (Okay, no innuendos intended.) Thank you for letting me harass you, for being my human punching bag. Thank you for the hugs and kisses. Thank you for the times you set your pride aside for me. Thank you for the times you'd proudly show the world you have me, that you love me. :))
I really love you. I know how you're conscious about yourself. I want you to be yourself. Change when you're ready to change. Change when you see a good enough reason to change. I'm not pressuring you to be someone ideal. I want you to be who you want to be. And I hope you want to be someone good, atleast. :) And, I love you. I love you for being my stress-reliever. I love you for being my critic. I love you for being my Dad, most of the time. And, I love you for being mine.
Let's keep it that way, shall we? I'll be yours, just be mine. :)
//Bumawi ng buong post dahil hindi ko nabasa agad 'yung iniwan mo sa chatbox ko. :P
Labels: #cw, %taglish, `life, fireworks
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I've been one, I know. But, seriously. I can't believe how unlucky I am with groupmates/partners lately.
1. Comm3 - Interview Shiz I've been contacting my partner 10 days before the deadline. We have a whole week to do the interview. And since classes are cancelled for the field work, I don't really see him. I hate how he wouldn't reply to me. It's not that he didn't have load, or maybe he didn't know who I was.
We're friends and I hope he reads this.
2. Physics Lab One time, I went back to the dorm to get my worksheet. My groupmates texted me and told me to bring a flashdrive. Since I didn't have one, I borrowed my roommate's. When I got back to NIP, they asked me if I brought my laptop. :|
DUDE, do you f-ing know how far NIP is?
And, it's not really "they". Just her. We're supposed to meet tonight. She scheduled to meet me tonight. NOW, GUESS WHAT. She said she can't make it 'cause she has other appointments.
Now, why, please, tell me, would you tell someone to meet up with you at this certain time if you know you're not even available? :| YOU WASTED MY TIME.
3. ArtStud1 I've been a bad groupmate in ArtStud 1. I was a good partner to ZJ, of course. But, faith tore us apart. :( Now we have groups, and we're not together.
So, we have to have topics for the final presentation or something. And each of us needs to make our own topic and pass all of them. I made the Outline for my groupmates topic already. So, I thought, atleast, she would make mine. BUT NO. She expects me to make my and her outlines.
Okay, fine, it was my idea to make three separate topic outlines anyway, but, how dare she tell me to make mine ASAP when I made hers. >:|
Argh. I really really hate groupworks. Labels: #update, %english, `school
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Smile at the right reasons.
I know when I'm doing something wrong. I know when what I'm doing isn't acceptable to someone who's very important to me. And, usually, I ignore that fact, thinking: "I've already started this, I might as well go on."
Why is it so easy to say "don't do bad things" when in reality, it's easier to be bad?
[A/N: And before people speculates I'm having sex or drugs, or joining cults, PLEASE, it's not that. ]
There shouldn't be wrong decisions. It's up to you to make your decisions the right one. And… I'm doubting myself RN. It seems like I can't see enough LOGICAL reasons to keep this, uhm, thing that bugs me, in my life.
I've started caring about it, invested time and effort, and all those clichés. I've already started this journey, I might as well get it over with. Right?
Or is it right? :/ Aren't I doing this for the wrong reasons? I should keep on going because I want to, not because I don't want to give up.
I'm so confused. :|
Labels: #cw, #life, %english, `life
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SOO... I really, really, really wouldn't post this if not for the sake of argument. And, besides, God wants us to dialogue, so, I shall raise my concern.
LOVE. Yes, AGAIN. I keep on talking about it because everyone's just love-crazy. Either they believe it, or they argue there's no such thing. And I'm helping make it a popular topic by doing another post about it. Maybe I should have a love tag.
I think love is the feeling of satisfaction when you make someone happy. You love someone when you get triumphant by making someone happy... Or, atleast, not making someone miserable. I think love is feeling safe when you're together, and growing even more immersed with each other while apart. I think love is learning - learning when to say yes, when to say no; learning what's right, from what's not right; learning to be an individual.
I think love should be voiced out, be exhibited. I don't mean PDA. PLEASE. DO NOT DO YOUR THING WHERE OTHER PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU. I mean, if you really love someone, you should be able to say it. Maybe not directly to that person, atleast to others (not just one) who are very much alive. Saying something, hearing it from your own voice, is admitting. 'Wag kang mahiyang sabihin sa iba na love mo 'yung person na love mo. And I think that's love. You should admit you love someone. You should tell someone. Actually, tell the world. Love is not a crime. I know my God would want me to be vocal and expressive. I know my God loves me, and I love Him. I know He would want me to share what I feel. I know He would want me to know how others feel about me.
If you can't say you love that person, if you're not brave enough to admit it... then maybe it's not love afterall. Just an idea of love, infatuation, maybe. Or it's almost love, or it is love, but since you're not yet brave enough to say it, it's love at a wrong time. A crush, maybe. Something. But it's not love.
[I should come up with a word with this love-like feeling/idea.]
SOOO... Here's the catch: Ang kabit, andyan kasi, hindi satisfied 'yung kinakabitan(?) sa real partner nya. SO, they just want their kinakabitan to be happy. Tapos, sabi nila, okay lang na hindi sila ang number one (well, madalas, okay lang), basta mahal nila 'yung person. 'Yun lang ang mahalaga.
I don't think this should be. ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE THIS TYPE OF PEOPLE AND WHY THE FUCKING HELL THERE ARE SUCH PEOPLE.
First of all, ARE YOU FUCKING MAD? If you're not satisfied with your relationship, please, FIX IT OR END IT. Don't wait for things to get worse. AND DON'T EVER GET A NUMBER 2. You're not just destroying your Number 1's life, your Number 2's as well. You ruin their reputation and their self esteem. If you want to destroy your own life, don't bring others down with you.
AND TO NUMBER 2's, WHAT THE FUCK. Have you ever heard of "Love yourself, others will love you."? Have some dignity. Don't you respect yourself? Don't give me that "hindi ko hinihinging mahalin mo rin ako" bullshit. LOVE, for me, should be acknowledged. It's either (1)accepted and reciprocated, or, (2)denied. 'Wag kang magtyaga sa hindi ka priority. KASI, kahit bored ka, hindi talaga tama 'yun. Makipag-chever ka sa single, sige. Atleast masasabi mong wala kang kasalanan. Pero sa commited, iba na 'yun. Kahit hindi pa sila kasal, DUDE, a sin is a sin... (Side note, a sin is salt :))) HAHAHA...)
I believe there's someone for everyone. Some people find their perfect match, some people don't. There's someone who'll love you with all their heart and soul. You just have to be patient. You just have to have faith. Maybe the perfect one for you is not the one you imagined, but, I'm sure there's someone. Don't waste your time being with the wrong person. Every hour spent with the wrong person, is an hour less spent looking/waiting for the right person.
But then again, life is pro-choice. You can choose a person to be your perfect one... The question is, do they want to make you the one for them?
Do I even have a point?
Labels: #life, %taglish, `life
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Let me tell you about how I got to be the awesome me I am today. No. Of course, I'm just joking. I'm born awesome.
Let me tell you about things that people keep on asking me about. This is the dawn of another series of posts. And then maybe I should put up a FAQ page.
When did you last cry?
It's such a cliché question. And, well. Almost every single time I have to answer this, it would be last night. If not, it's just now, yesterday, the other day, just this week, last week…
So, let me tell you, I'm a cry baby. I cry about almost everything. I cry when I miss my Mom. I cry when I miss home. I cry when I think of the days that will never be. I cry when I think of the days that could've been. I cry when I think of the happiest moments of my life. I cry when I realize those moments are all a bunch of lies. I cry about things I could've done. I cry about things I can't do. I cry a lot because of people. Even if I try my best not to attach myself to others, I'm weak. I get easily friendly, thus, I get easily disappointed. I get easily broken. I get easily torn to pieces. Thus, I cry a lot.
And then I have this problem of not wanting to share my problems, ASAP. I'm always thinking, "I'll shut my mouth, it'll be okay." But things get worse. And I cry. Things get bigger and uglier. And I cry. I tell someone about it. They get sad, they get involved. And I cry. I turn out giving up. And I cry.
I also cry when I'm super happy.
I cry over movies, novels, music, art... I cry about things that are not really my concern.
That's how it is. I'm a cry baby. Labels: #cw, %english, `life, `me, let me tell you, suicidal
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tagboard soon
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The cat loves to purr, and meow, and hiss. She's a very noisy cat, obviously. Kitty loves to sleep, next to her love for food. Food she loves include pizza, pasta, crepes, pancakes, cakes, milktea,burgers, etc. She loves being worshipped. Bow down to me!!! She loves cuddles, unless we're not close, eew don't touch me freak.
This kitty is in-love with a non-reacting bunny. He's always acting cool, and fails at it. He is crazy and loves computers.
This is still pretty much under construction; hence the emptiness.
Adopted Trees.
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