If you are tired of doing everything just for the sake of everyone who doesn’t even care or you’re just afraid the they might get mad at you or blame you for something, then don’t do everything. Let them do their part. You are not a hero, you are just a human being that has its own limitations. And I think that no one had said that you should do every single little thing. I guess you just oblige yourself to do so…
Pagbigyan niyo na ko. Ilang araw ko nang dinadala to. Wag niyo na lang basahin para di kayo maistorbo :)
Kapag naiisip ko yung debut ko nalulungkot ako. Sa totoo lang hindi naman siya debut eh, birthday na nga lang. Masaklap pa sa pagiging birthday niya, isasabay pa yung pasko saka binyag ng kapatid ko para isang handaan na lang. Hirap talaga kapag ang birthday mo 2 days before christmas, minsan wala kang choice kundi magcelebrate ng pasko or noche buena. Although ako din naman yung nagsuggest na isang handaan na lang para tipid kasi wala na ding pera si mama, nasasaktan pa din ako araw-araw kapag iniisip ko.
Siempre nung bata ako, lagi kong iniisip na magiging magarbo at sobrang memorable nung debut ko katulad nung mga napapanood ko sa TV. Ngayon kasi imposibleng nang mangyari yung mga yun. Bukod sa wala nang pera, wala pa halos mga kaibigan ko. Magpapasko na nga kasi diba? Kanya kanya nang bonding sa pamilya. Sakit din nun no. Yung tipong nandun ka sa lahat ng birthday celebration nila kahit san mang lugar ganapin tapos sa birthday mo wala sila </3 ouch.
Ilang araw ko nang dinadrama to. Nasasaktan lang kasi talaga ako. Mas sumasakit pa kapag may nagtatanong sakin kung anong balak ko tapos wala akong masabi kasi sa totoo lang wala na talaga akong balak na magcelebrate. Pinapanalangin ko na nga lang na sana hindi na dumating yung birthday ko. Sana after December 22, 24 na agad. Naiinggit talaga ako sa mga kaibigan ko. Ang sakit sakit.
If they respect you, respect them. If they disrespect you, still respect them. Do not allow the actions of others to decrease your good manners, because you represent yourself, not them.
I once had a perfect dad. I can’t fully say how perfect he was but he is an all-in-one package of all the best dads you ever saw in real life. Of course we all consider our loving fathers to be the perfect dad in the world, but I will still insist that my father is the best.
I miss having him beside me. I miss how he can manage to help me with every problem I had. I miss how he can make a table for me when I said I needed a study table. How he manage to provide a working space for me. Our wooden bed/sofa that he made by himself, the tin cans he turned into recycled chimes. He made the whole house furnished through all his efforts.
I miss the times we spent watching movies together and playing PS2. I miss seeing him having the time of his life finishing the game he bought the other day. I miss eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with him. I miss seeing him around. I miss all the amazing dishes he made. One thing that I was absolutely proud about my father is that he’s the best cook in the world.
I’m proud of my father. Even if he’s not a college graduate. Even if he works in the Janitorial Services of NAIA and MIA. Even if he is not professional unlike other dads, I still love him for what he is. He is the perfect dad for me.
I really miss him. It’s painful to think that he needs to go away. It’s been 7 years, 8 months and 29 days since he died and yet, I still think that I will see him one day. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll see him picking me up from school just like he used to. I never stop dreaming that I will see him soon. I miss him so much. Perhaps the 10 years of my life with him is not enough, but God think it is. I know He have good reasons from taking him away from us. But I will forever miss him.
Wherever you are Pa, I miss you so much and I love you. Whatever happens, you will still be the best dad for me.
Meeting people’s standard is a very difficult task. Accept it or not, we live in a world where the eyes of the people around us become the scariest thing we could ever think. Every criticism is hard to endure and every praise is the greatest word. We ought to live by laws the environment bless us. Most of the time we would want to escape and to be free, but when you think of it, it also means dying. There is no key to the door that leads to freedom from all things. Even dying does not guarantee self-ruling. We should live by standard of mankind. The standards the kill us. We should die to it. A million dying times perhaps to feel immortal. The immortality from bruises and stabs society throw us. The kind of immortality that is given to few.
In a matter of hours on Friday, Typhoon Haiyan completely devastated parts of the central Philippines. It was one of the strongest storms ever recorded. The death toll is estimated up to 10,000 with hundreds of thousands more displaced. The country has declared a “state of calamity.”
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Sa mga nangyayari sa Pilipinas ngayon, napakahirap nang magtiwala sa mga tao sa Gobyerno. Napakadami nang pera at panahong nasayang dahil sa kasakiman nila. Kung tutuusin kung napunta lang sa mga tunay na proyekto yung bilyong nawala dahil sa Pork Barrel Scam na yan, siguro kahit papaano nabawasan na yung hirap na nararanasan ng mga kakabayan natin sa Visayas. Nakakalungkot isipin na yung mismong mga taong pinaniwalaan at pinagkatiwalaan ng nakararami yung titira sa’tin patalikod.
Ngayon, magpapadala ng milyong milyong tulong yung ibang bansa para sa mga nasalanta ng bagyong Yolanda. Kapag nababalitaan ko yung mga nangyari sa mga kababayan natin sa Visayas hindi ko mapigilan umiyak. Tapos ngayon, wala tayong magagawa kundi ipaubaya sa taksil na gobyerno ang perang nakalaan para sa mga kababayan natin. Nag-aalala ako. Natatakot akong mapunta na naman sa mga ganid na hayop ang perang para sa mas nangangailangan. Pero ano bang magagawa natin? Hindi ko na magawang magtiwala, pero umaasa ako na sana kahit ngayon lang, maramdaman ng mga kababayan natin na meron ang Pilipinas ng isang gobyernong mapagkakatiwalaan at maasahan sa oras ng sobrang pangangailangan.
I miss the old days. I miss blogging and opening my heart and mind through words. I miss the excitement when someone gets to enjoy what I told. I miss the times when blogging was my way to express what bothers me the most. I guess the old days will never return. I will never feel the freedom of blogging again. Things will never be the same. Welcome to a new era.