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I think how close I came to never knowing you. If I’d done one little thing differently and we never met, I wonder how different things would be. Could it be that I’d care about someone else as much as I care about you? Or would I feel as though something were missing, even though I’d never be able to know what it was?

how did i get so lucky (via emptymidnights)

Time is a shit. Being hurt is temporary.

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#160429

Success is defined as “the accomplishment of aim or purpose.” People aren’t born with it, the reason why it is achieved. In our lives, we trip and fall, it make us uneasy and we forget what our real aim is. We tend to lose our focus when life play its tricks on us. But when we stop, relax and think for a while, we regain the essence of success. We remember the reason why we started and how we dreamt it. It is not about getting there fast and easy, it is about the journey we took to achieve it.

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#160419 #03162015

deeplifequotes

It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

you met me, tho

Beach

I remember the time I was at the beach with my dad, it was in Boracay to be exact, and we were drinking (drinking sea water charot), we were quiet and he frequently asked wether I’m fine or I still want to have another bottle. We were watching the fire dancers, we were looking at the sea, or I believe it was just him who was looking at it for a long time. I regret not having a lot of conversation with him just because I was so busy texting, I regret not feeling the sea and the moon infront of us and I regret that I did not savour that moment with the greatest man I know.

I miss my dad hehehehe, too much drama for this post I believe. I’m so sorry.

P.S. I also remember him telling me what to eat and not to eat when drinking alcohol so I wouldn’t be easily drunk haha!

#150908 #eypruhhl #drama101

One of the people I love just passed. It hurts, sobra.

Saturday. Plano naming puntahan si sir kinabukasan pa, sunday, pero may nagsabi kay mama na pumunta na kami dahil baka wala na kaming abutan.

Around 6 PM narin kami nakarating sa ospital. Nasabi na sakin kung gano kalala yung sitwasyon, pero di ko na-imagine na ganun na pala. Walang pumapasok na kahit ano sa utak ko, naghihintay lang ako ng texts para maabala. Papasok palang kami sa kwarto, maingay na yung (mga) makina. Hinihintay kong imulat ni sir yung mata niya, ang dami kong gustong sabihin sakanya, ang dami ko rin kwento sakanya lalo na’t hindi na volleyball ang P.E. ko ngayong sem. Kausap ni mama yung kapatid niya, lagi niyang kinikwento sakin ‘yun, kung gaano kabait at kung gaano siya nahihirapan makipag usap sa asawa ‘nun dahil inglisyero. Nagdadalawang isip ako kung hahawakan ko ba siya o hindi, natakot akong baka huling beses ko na siyang mahahawakan. Sobrang daming kwento ni sir kapag nauupo kami sa court ng Judge, naging busy ako sa UST, hindi na ko nakakabisita. Nanibago ako, yung sir Laudit na strikto at madaldal, hindi na nagsasalita, kahit igalaw lang yung sarili, wala. Sinabi narin ng kapatid niya na hindi siya magtatagal, pero hindi ko inakalang pagkaalis namin sa ospital eh ‘yun na. Ang laki ng binigay niyang suporta sakin lalo na ‘nung nasa Judge pa ‘ko. Nandun siya hanggang sa grumaduate ako. Binigyan pa niya ‘ko ng award bilang kadete. Madami akong hindi nasabi at sigurado akong hindi naging sapat ang pagsasabi ko ng salamat sakanya, kaya sir, kung nasan ka man ngayon, salamat.

Hindi na sasakit ang ulo mo sa mga pasaway sa school! Makakapag pahinga ka na. Rest in Peace, Sir Henry T. Laudit.

Pugay, kamay!

#160307 #eypruhhl

gyfveneth

I remember the first time we met. We both said hello, and then what happened? We instantly became friends. So many similarities, same interests and we speak in our own language. It’s funny how that thin line of ours separates us from what could be. But who am I kidding? What was that “could be” that I am even talking about? It doesn’t even exist. I remember the traces of your eyes, nose and lips. We would talk like we’re in our own universe. It’s funny how weak I’ve become. That’s why I’m never fond of the thought of love. I can give you up but I won’t. To see you in the arms of another would be my pain and happiness. It’s really amazing how our similarities can be the reason why there’s a separation between us. Because after all, friendship would always come first than love.

-k.g.t.p. (via gyfveneth)