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MAINEGASM: read and i don't freakin care. it's my blog, and no one should care. concerned, there's a tagboard there. alright. Quotes: get 500 million friends and in the end they'll be your enemies.
I had nothing to do but to cry.
Thursday, March 22, 2012, 6:21 PM
It's been months since that very tragic day when my girl and I got caught. It all happened too fast. Little did I know, the individuals I used to call my friends were the ones behind this. From that moment, I felt alone. Well of course, I still got her. And so I tried keeping us away from the spotlight. It was as if we aren't together. Days have passed, and months as well,  until we were able to see each other's face again. But, I had nothing to do but to cry.

I did everything that I can. I've even sacrificed classes just to meet up with her. Of course, there are instances when I forget to text her or give her a call. All these would lead to a fight. A fight that's beyond someone's capability to just let go. Those were the times when I feel remorseful. All the crappy stuff you can come up with, I was called that. I had nothing to do but to cry.

She told me I've never learned. I keep doing things again and again. Nakakapagod. I had nothing to do but to cry.


We had a row last night, the other night, and the night before that night. It's never ending. She has her friends who are expected to be on her side. I was a bad ass girlfriend. They all say that. My girl posted our fight on her social site's wall. Her friends commented on it. It was as if they're excited to witness our break up. I had nothing to do but to cry.

Right now I feel alone, I got no friends, no one to talk to, and no one to cry on. I have nothing to do but to cry.

Love. It's a light that blinds us. It's beautiful but it kills. And again, I have nothing to do but to cry.

i will follow you into dark
Tuesday, March 20, 2012, 10:15 PM
Lately, I've been interested with shallow things that I've already looked past all the wonderful things that happened to me. And that includes all the lessons I've learned each and every waking minute I have.

Looking back, I've noticed how important it is to keep track of your thoughts. The thoughts that one way or the other will aid you in the future.

So here's the catch. There are a couple of things I wanted to do before my teenage years end. You see I have 2 more years left, and time is running too fast..

Things to achieve:

  1. Reach out to the children, and put a long term smile on them.
  2. Get involved with charity works, be a member or better yet create one.
  3. Direct a wanderlust film about the Streets of Manille.
  4. Organize a music festival.
  5. Find real friends.
  6. Travel alone, or with a good companion.
  7. Take good pictures in good and hidden places.
  8. Set up a business.
  9. Learn how to drive then escape.
  10. Finish something
The list may still go on you see. But for now, I hope this will serve as a catalyst for me. I wanted to stepped out from the huge shadow that is covering me atm. And I wanted to do things that one day my future self will thank me.

, 9:38 PM
I want to live a life worth writing about.

let's all blog
Saturday, March 17, 2012, 8:35 PM
Shallow. 


This is the only word I could say about putting up my fashion/random blog on Tumblr. I used to blog about beautiful things, not just  the things I wear. I don't know why I let vanity swallow me whole. But I guess it is somehow connected with the things I feel.


"Is there someone you want back in your life right this moment?" 


What if yes, what should I do now?