#dkna

[girlonpjs]

Sulat

Magaling magsulat ang jowa ko. Feeling ko nga minsan mas magaling siya magsulat kesa sa akin. 

May mga salita siyang ginagamit na kailangan ko pang buksan ang dictionary app ko para malaman ang meaning. 

Magaling magsulat ang jowa ko. Nagme-maintain siya ng dalawang blog: sports and literary. Yung sports blog niya, iba ang pagkakasulat. Parang beteranong sports writer talaga siya. Minsan lang ako humanga sa mga manunulat na kasing edad ko at kakilala ko, pero hangang hanga ako sa sports writing skills ng jowa ko. 

Pero mahirap kausap ang jowa ko. Ayaw niyang nagtatanong ako sa mga problema. Ayaw niyang naguguluhan ako kahit sobrang gulo naman talaga. 

Kung anong kinagaling niyang magsulat, siyang kinapanget niyang kausap. 

Pag nagagalit siya, bigla siyang tatahimik at maglalaro sa iPad. Hindi niya ako kakausapin ng isang buong linggo (minsan tatlo). 

Ang lakas ng topak. 

Akala ko dati topakin na ako, mukhang nakahanap ako ng katapat ko. 

Kung anong kinadaldal ko, siyang kinatahimik niya sa bawat away namin. Hindi ko siya makausap, parang bato sa tigas. 

Sana kung gaano siya kagaling magsulat, kung gaano siya ka-eksperto sa paghabi ng mga salita at letra upang makabuo ng pangungusap, ganoon din siya kaeksperto sa pagpapagaan ng loob ko. 

Kasi ang bigat. 

[annieomeow]

🐳 #bluehair #flowers #blue #sunday #rainyday #hairstyle #dknastyle #dkna #undercut

[2min-aholic]

argggg

[aaavria21]

Change.

Change is the only thing that's constant in this world is change. Yes, that was a cliched quote I just used. But it was true in every bit of its meaning. Everyday people change, rapidly, sometimes unseen. We age, we'll never get back the time we spent, wasted even. The cells that died would never be revived, the tears shed & wiped away could be replenished but it would never be the same tears. People get tired and eventually, they change. Especially if they realize that it's too much.

Don't wait for me to change.

[scattered-thoughts-mm]

DKNA

I thought i've moved on. I thought it would be okay to go hang out with somebody else, go to bed with someone else, cuddle and kiss. But no. I still think of you every time i'm with him. And that's wrong, totally fucked up. I hate it. Why can't you just go back and feel the way we did before even though every thing we do screams just friends? I missed the old times. How i lay down beside you, not even touching. How i could just throw you pillows and you'd throw them back with yourself. How i tease you of being stupid and you wouldn't take it offensively. I dunno. I just miss you. I remember everything about you. About what we used to do.

[citiesinflight]

my mom wants me to go around my university asking colleges if they still have slots open for my little brother

she wants me to submit a letter to the regent of CFAD asking him for help with my brother's case 

she wants me to deal with the waiting and fighting with impatient parents and student assistants and clerks and 

i have a major training program tomorrow we spent 14k on it and we still aren't finished with the preparations there is still so much to be done

i have another self portrait to do for art app only this time it's a video and i don't know how to edit videos for shit i still don't have a concept - it's due monday 

i have another project in lit due on saturday and i have no idea what to do for that 

and an exam in psychomet on saturday which i have yet to study for and i don't know if i can study for it in time 

chapter two of our thesis is due on monday i don't know what to do with that

the student council president just asked me to head her gender discrimination committee yesterday and wants me to submit 12 plans on tuesday 

i have to go to the facilities management office today and follow up on the letter i gave them a few days ago and make sure everything is ready to go for tomorrow 

and yet my mom is like "siguro naman pwede kang pumasok an hour before your class para asikasuhin to di ba? para naman to sa kapatid mo eh" 

i want to cry 

[thecomplexfellow-blog]

Diligence. Ambition. Nurturing.

Right now, I'm thinking about some serious stuff. Like, maybe really something big as going for a high post in an organization.

I hope my Adver classes helped me in looking at what's needed now and knowing what the strategy and insight should be. But whatever happens, I'm positing that Diligence, Ambition and Nurturing are significant.

[thecomplexfellow-blog]

Post-valentine

"Sometimes you love people in a language they cannot understand."

I have always been struck by that particular quote.

That night, when the music faded out to give way to a special act on stage, I swore there was something.

You were there, near the platform. The actors were improvising lines from a version of friendship - kind of like ours; or it's just something I related it to.

Because I just couldn't take my gaze away from you.

And even if I play between the lines of uncertainty and hopefulness, I saw and I knew you were keeping your regard, too. As if looking at my person and seeing right through me. Then again, I hope you did not just stared nor looked away.

Because honestly, in that brief moment when our eyes met, in that transient pause of silent tension, and in that something that I wish was true, frankly, you gave me hope that I might have a chance.

But at the moment, I shall still love you in a language you may or may not understand.