051112, UPD
I was about half in love with her
by the time we sat down.
That’s the thing about girls.
Every time they do something pretty…
you fall half in love with them,
and then you never know where the hell you are.
- Holden Caulfield
in J. D. Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye”
October 2009 and April 2012.
“Many people think that if they were only in some other place, or had some other job, they would be happy. Well, that is doubtful. So get as much happiness out of what you are doing as you can… And dont put off being happy until some future date.”
- Dale Carnegie
fits the ‘pink mood’ perfectly. =P reminded me of my favorite movie flashback to highschool days.
Me on my 28th birthday and what I’d like to describe: my life after a year of ‘lent’. And while we celebrate the glorious resurrection of our Lord, some have been asking as well, how my lovelife was (seriously, out of the blue?).
with that picture, I wrote the caption:“There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life.”
and ex-mom-in-law replied (after I greeted her a ‘happy easter’): ”happiness is having spices on wounds as antiseptic and aloe to heal and soothe breaks and tears Sid Cardenas.”
funny. weird. sweet. (dont want to include ‘pathetic’! XD)
I’ve been doing photography for quite some time. How would it feel if I’m the model of these students for a change?! Funny to consider ourselves as guinea pigs for the Fashion Marketing/Photography class.
…and a student just asked where was her ISO settings. btw, she’s paying roughly P200K for her semester fee. shit! =)
more of that MAGE-TANK HEALER combo. :) sometimes a NINJA. *teehee*
Just because you eventually realized
That you weren’t the match for each other
That you hoped & thought you were
Does not mean you have to rewrite the Love Story you once shared.
Because he DID love you when he said he did
And she truly BELIEVED in you at the time she said so.
Nothing can change those moments
It was still your Love Story
And it always will.
Maybe it’s time to move on to a New Chapter
But you don’t need to close the Book of Love.
Every Chapter that came before can only lead to the Next One
And all these Past Chapters say the same thing:
Love will always be a part of your Life.
And just like with all Stories
(as Leo Tolstoy says),
“Everything is alright in the end.
If it’s not yet alright
Then it’s not yet the end.”
— Aileen Santos
loverboyontheloose’s note: this was taken from my multiply account written 4 years ago (sept 19 2008). from the insight of a scared little girl losing one of the most important person in her life.
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the most vivid nightmare that i had when i was a kid was when my lola let go of my hand while we were walking towards her house. i got scared and cried even if i could see her house in less than a hundred meters away. the sky was so dark, it could rain anytime soon. she kept on walking without looking back at me. i called her but it was as if she didn’t hear me. that’s why seeing dark, heavy clouds give me an odd feeling. was it an omen of potent things to come?
when i was young and were exiled then in bulacan, my lola visits us when she can. she’s very lakwachera by nature. but even if she visits us as frequent as every other week, i (for some unknown reasons) cry everytime she leaves. it’s not a whining-kind of cry but tears that i need to hide from everyone to be spared from sermon and embarrassment (oo, tin and nani. if you’re reading this, you’d really laugh. insane but true). same goes after christmas and summer breaks that i get to spend staying with her. one time when it really got the hell out of me, i gave her the hair clip that my crush actually gave me during the christmas party. considering that her hair is usually boyish short at curled, it was stupid to give the clip. but i did together with a short note explaining…(i forgot. i think i let go of the fears of why i hate seeing her alone. for some unknown reasons i always wanted to be just close to her). then i left it on her drawer before i left. note that i was only 9 or 10 or 11 then.a few years later, i accidentally found it where she kept the letter and the gift. she even wrote a small note as a reminder of the person who gave it. thinking about it now, i used the hair clip (with her permission). as for that old letter, i have no idea.
