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So pano yan, kwits na tayo? Natawag kong mahal si Baby Kai. Natext mo si mama ng mahal. Ganti ganti lang ano? HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Loveyou! ♥
I am no writer. I can write endlessly over and over again but the words I dabble into my journal or type across my keyboard are never anything grand. Yet, I keep on writing. It’s my escape. This heart of mine feels too much. It’s not sensitive but rides the emotion that consumes it. Sometimes the emotion is too strong and needs a way out. So I write. Over and over again. Until these emotions dissipate. these emotions create alternate realities and stories are created. Other and most often, the words are vomit. First drafts of what I feel.
Sometimes, people usually hate to write. Maybe it’s because of it being forced upon in classes. Maybe it’s because it can reveal parts of you that you don’t want to see. If people write though, maybe they’ll see what I see. Experience the feelings I feel. Writing is a form of escape. Where reading takes you into the world of others, writing let’s you create your own. It is self discovery. It’s a place no one else can create because it’s yours. The words I write is a form of me that no one can take away. It’s a part of my identity.
Writing is wonderful. I am no grand writer but regardless, writing is a lot of me and no one else’s.
There’s this park near the review center that everytime we go home, we can pass through it. That park’s like designed for outdoor activities for anyone. But dominated by kids who holds their board and try to flip it. And then I miss myself doing that. Getting home acquiring hematoma all over my extremities. Then listens to an hour or two session of getting scolded by my parents.
But of course, since I am an obedient daughter, I still do it after two to three days. Hahaha. That was fun tho ☺
I don’t believe In luck, I believe in grace.
I’ve never been one to believe in luck. Or coincidence. Or superstitions. It’s not because I’m a realist – I’m a dreamer, a romantic, a lot of other things – but I don’t believe in luck.
What I do believe in is a God who blesses us beyond anything we deserve. I believe in a God who makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him. I believe in a God of second chances…and third…and more. I believe that working hard and praying harder will take us places we never dreamed of going. I’m thankful that I don’t have to live my life hoping for good luck – I can live in the hope of an awesome God. His grace says it all.
- Amanda Holland
cheloxxix asked: Ikaw ba ung nag txt sakin nung nakaraan na nasa paranaque si bry? XD hahaha. Jaimee daw kase. Why so sweet omaiii <3 more power sainyo.
Yisss :) :*
I had to scrub the smell of the saltwater from my skin tonight. It was much stronger then it ever was before. When I looked at the ocean for the first time in months, I saw past the tides and the rhythm, and I looked into our future. I envisioned the way you would wake me up with your lips, and how the only way I could ever be able to sleep soundly was to fall into the imagination of the life we could have had if you would have just stayed true to what you said would always be unbreakable.
all i ever say is “ugh” because it can show confusion, lust, disgust and contempt, and that’s pretty much my life