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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Youn Yhang, 2023
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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Youn Yhang, 2023
#christmas has never been so sweet and loving until i open that #gift with an epic and hilarious card, lakas nga lang maka valentines #babe 😘😘 and those throbs and thrills inside made everything so pleasant and #kiligmuch. we may be having some away and tampo but the #love binds us #stronger. sorry for being #topakin but dont worry that makes the #love even hotter daw 😜😜 and stronger 😊🙏 kaw dina naman kasi, you're always #loading and #emotero 😜🤣. remember always im not making away with you for nothing and that will just serve as #reminders for you that im still into #you . #iloveyou so much #yhang and merry merry #christmas #babe. #thankyou for being there and for being my #strength whenever im #down . thank you and iloveyou 😘😘🎁🎊💌❤️ (at The JADE Palace - JJC and MSDC Hub)
Sinabon nya naman ba't ayaw kuminis? #Yhang #Lovely #MKML
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Its hard to start a day,, i miss you! I love you still:(
a twenty-year love story
he was nine and she was seven.
he saw her at the park near his house. she was sitting at a swing, a blonde Barbie doll in her hand. she was smiling brightly and talking with the doll. she looked so cute so he asked what was her name. she looked at him with her big brown doe eyes.
“my name is Barbie.” she smiled and walked away.
later he found out that her name was Jane. she was a liar.
he was seventeen and she was fifteen.
it was Monday. he saw her sitting at the bench inside the campus. she smiled at him when she saw him. her smile was contagious so he smiled back. she gave him a box of cookies. he thanked her and asked if she made them.
“my mom made them. she asked me to give them to you.” she smiled sweetly and walked away.
he called her mom to thank her. her mom said she did not bake any cookies. she was a liar.
he was twenty and she was eighteen.
it was Sunday and he’s at the mall. she was walking hand-in-hand with a guy. she was giggling non-stop while he was making funny faces. she smiled and waved when she saw him. he did not smile back. she introduced them with each other.
“my boyfriend,” she added with mischief in her eyes. he faked a smile and walked away.
he did not want to believe her because she was a liar.
he was twenty-five and she was twenty-three.
he was at a café with a girl. she suddenly appeared at the entrance. she was smiling while looking around. their eyes met and her smile disappeared. he approached her and led her to his table. he introduced the girl with her and before he could say that the girl was his cousin, she suddenly said she had to go. her face looked very pallid so he asked her if she was okay.
“i'm okay. i’m happy.” she tried to smile and walked away.
she was lying. he knew because she didn’t look okay. she was still a liar.
he was twenty-nine and she was twenty-seven.
he found her at a bar talking with a bottle of alcohol. she was obviously drunk and she probably didn’t recognize him. she told him a lot of her secrets. she told him she liked a guy since god-knows-when. she baked cookies for that guy every Monday so he would think of her the whole week. she introduced a gay friend to him as her boyfriend to make him jealous. she said the guy didn’t like her and only see her as a little sister. tears fell down from her doe eyes.
“he was my first love. i love him.” she passed out and he walked away… with her.
she was a liar. she was drunk. it’s probably the alcohol talking but didn’t they say that the most honest people were drunks? and he wanted to believe her.
he wanted to believe her because, even though she's a liar, she was his first love, too.
(01-10-2013 / 9:37 p.m.)
(c) younganonymous
an indolent monday
i am supposed to be reviewing today but i'm too lazy to do anything, to read anything, and at this state i'm sure my foggy and sluggish mind won't be able to process anything. it's raining outside and i'm home alone and avoiding exertion is the order of the day. i'm sure everyone would be feeling the same way. no? ok.
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What does it mean to be 21?
I believe I’m at this point in my life where I am desperately seeking for something that will define me. I have questions and I need answers. Am I really 21? Have I done something worth remembering? Do I deserve to be 21? Where am I going? Am I on the right path?
It’s a never-ending cycle of trying to be someone we want to be. Some people might have accomplished whatever they want to be in life at an early age; maybe in their teenage years. Some at 21. And some are still trying.
I’m at this point in life where I am comparing what have I become at 21 to those with the same age. I know it’s not reasonable because we all have different status and, as cliché as it may sound, life is unfair. But I can’t help it. I am trying not to be bitter about the fact that other people have already accomplished something great at 21 while I am still in the process of trying to be someone I want to be.
I am thinking that 21 sounds so old – it’s passed my teen years – and it’s like by this time I should have at least found the answers to most of my questions, that I should have at least accomplished something not really great but something worth remembering.
Unfortunately, I haven’t. And it kinda freaks me out because maybe I don’t deserve to be 21 just yet. I haven’t evolved enough to be 21 yet. And I don’t feel like 21. I still feel like a teenager and maybe I still act like one. I’m not even sure if I know what does it mean being 21 because I believe that at this age I should have at least graduated from college. And I still haven’t.
So what does it mean to be 21? How should I act? I was thinking that I’m not mature enough to be 21. That I still don’t have enough experiences to be 21. So how can I be 21? Where does it happen? When does 21 happen?
But then, maybe I am being too hard on myself. Maybe I should just enjoy it. Maybe the fact that I am in the process of trying to be someone I want to be is already an accomplishment. Because not everyone is given the chance to reach their goal in life. And while I am writing this I realized I’m still lucky. Some people may be already successful at 21 but at least I have something to look forward to. Maybe I don’t have anything worth remembering but at least I have something worth waiting for. Maybe I should just be thankful that God has given me another year; another year to prove myself; another year to find the answers to all of my questions; another year to complete the process to be someone I want to be.
And, maybe, I still haven’t found the answers to most of my questions. And I probably will never know. But right now, one thing is for sure. The answer to ‘When’, happens today.
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