kung ayaw...

..eh di wag!

madali akong kausap..and besides i got a lot more important things to do than push myself to something that will not work for me..

best friends

"Best friends"

"...are the ones who are most closest to you..but they do have some quirks compared to "friends"...they are so close to you that they don't ask permission to take something of yours...they take it...they make you laugh until you choke on your own phlegm when your sick...and then laugh about that...they are the ones you can tell your deepest darkest secrets..and they share the burden of that secret..with the gift of laughter....they can see something horrible...as an opportunity spend a great day..and enjoy that darkness..in the lightest way possible....basically...having a a best friend is like an oxymoron...they make you feel the anguishes of life as the most dreamiest things in the world...but no matter..a best friend..always has limits...and sets rules..and loves you like a sister/brother..and cares for you like a mother/father...and teaches you like a grandma/grandpa (even with little experience)..and enjoys spending time together like lovers ..."

but sometimes, i see it as a word that have a "curse" with it because i've known a lot of "best friends" breaking up or are still together but doesn't get tired of fighting..but i'm not saying that it's true for all cases.

which is why i don't label someone my "best friend" but i call the chosen few as my "true friends" and have God as my "best Friend". For years, i never heard someone to call me his/her best friend. well, i guess it's something not to be broad casted but still, being considered as one is an overwhelming feeling. it should be.

i should be. but im not...

...because it was different yesterday. we're not in that boat before. you just made things harder for me. you should have just let me run away and get another life. selfish...


nice role for me to play in your chaotic stage...

trixie

i finally met ms. patricia lopez today. my art stud2 professor. i was really shocked when i saw her. i didnt knew that she was a professor. i thought she was just a student when i see her in our parish, most of the time a sunday or on special occasions with the choir. she's very model- like and she has this tiny voice that explains why all her classes are held in that small cupboard room. she just gives me goosebumps.

she's so young to be a prof that nobody calls her maam lopez or ms. patricia lopez, she's called TRIXIE. and that rang two big bells for me. she was in havaianas, leggings and backpack! fashionista! sino ba naman mag-iisip na prof cya... :))

she checked her attendance sheet...and called names then suddenly, i heard a familiar name...tsk. umiling na lang ang ulo ko....