bawal magkasakit. puta, fucker, tite.
It is weird to read about the past. There are things kept there unsaid, forgotten, forgiven, hopefully settled and done. But for most of us, the past silently haunts us like grape juice aftertaste: bittersweet. We will never be who we are now nor even get to our present point of happiness or sorrow if we haven’t done the virtues and the sins we did before; or if we haven't met, hated and loved the ones who appear only in our dreams.
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I have never gotten sick for so long and nothing more serious than an itch has hurt me for the past four years. I was talking to a friend a while ago and told me that if a person really likes someone, he or she can feel the joy or sadness of the other almost to the point of having physical symptoms synonymous to either joy or sadness.
This morning I woke up with half of myself still lying on the bed dead asleep. I worked restless the whole day. Everyone drank after, but I kept off the alcohol. I came home and my half was missing. Pweh, mahirap magkasakit.
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I would like to know how fireworks look like from its side if seen.
I would like to know how the worst and best taste in world would have been.
I would like to know how cold it feels between the dark and light side of the moon.
I would like to know how some can just think it and bend a spoon.
I would like to know how the song of dolphins and whales move through the bay.
I would like to know how freshly cut grass smells on a dawning day.
I would like to know how you are simply you.
I would like to know what you like to know too.
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sometimes, the shoe doesn't wanna fit you.
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I have never gotten sick for so long and nothing more serious than an itch has hurt me for the past four years. I was talking to a friend a while ago and told me that if a person really likes someone, he or she can feel the joy or sadness of the other almost to the point of having physical symptoms synonymous to either joy or sadness.
This morning I woke up with half of myself still lying on the bed dead asleep. I worked restless the whole day. Everyone drank after, but I kept off the alcohol. I came home and my half was missing. Pweh, mahirap magkasakit.
…
I would like to know how fireworks look like from its side if seen.
I would like to know how the worst and best taste in world would have been.
I would like to know how cold it feels between the dark and light side of the moon.
I would like to know how some can just think it and bend a spoon.
I would like to know how the song of dolphins and whales move through the bay.
I would like to know how freshly cut grass smells on a dawning day.
I would like to know how you are simply you.
I would like to know what you like to know too.
...
sometimes, the shoe doesn't wanna fit you.