Sunday, August 26, 2007
Katatapos lang kahapon ng Freshman Math Quiz. yehey. Congrats sa lahat. Pati sa mga nanalo.. Pero nadedepress pa rin ako. -_-
Saka anubayan, nagdefer na talaga yung crush ko. Wala na tuloy akong dahilan para hanap-hanapin siya sa buddy niya at sa mga kaklase nya. huhu. Pwede pa rin naman akong magsit-in sa mga klase niya, pero duh. Anong gagawin ko sa higher math classes? I mean, syempre tititigan siya, pero anong excuse ko pag nagtanong yung prof di ba?
Just cheering myself up.
janis | 5:32 pm 
Priestley
March 31, 2008 01:28 AM PDT
hey i luv ur pics! do u have more?
dyan terese
January 31, 2008 12:53 AM PST
hii i hope u dnt mind that i borrowed your picture (the one in the corner) for my re h/w about being left alone...
salamat!
dyAn teres33... |
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Have you even been in love?
Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nobody should be able to do that. Not even love.
I hate love.
- Rose Walker, from Neil Gaiman's SandmanA Better Resurrection
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
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