Our eyes met while smiling.

i haven’t posted for a long time. Felt like i only not lost words for post but also the accompanying feelings with it.

de notepad~


3:44 PM 8/20/2013
it has been raining all day.
Airing nothing on TV but news.
Being confined inside this house is fine, would have been better if it isn’t Tuesday.

I am looking forward in going to school today. But got the bliss cut early by an advanced announcement of class suspension yesterday.

Unfair. If only the skies agreed on my motives and approved of it, that would be amazing.

How could i be happy, lazying around?
There’s someone that i want to see but can’t. i did my pancake right for the first time. Burned a side but the insides are weell done, so its my first A for my pancakes.

i don’t feel worried for him. He is an adult.
He’s smart, practical, and capable.
He wouldn’t really whine by experiencing this typhoon. Maybe, he’ll think, its quite weird and bothersome but he’ll get by. The guy’s always thinking of solutions and possible worthy activity. He is not someone who’ll ruin his own day, sabotage his own routines and by now, i hope he’s doing really well like reading the diary of samuel peyps, playing his baroque violin, or cooking something warm to fight the breezy air.
He’ll be smiling on the book or maybe while blowing hot soup. Who are you with right now? Are you even home?
Masasabi bang “mababaw na kaligayahan” ? O napag-iiwanan ng panahon ? (parang Lost World lang ni Arthur Conan Doyle ~time capsule ?)

Pero di ba ang kaligayahan, mababaw man o malalim, ay kaligayahan ?

im so creepy.
freaking waiting for a facebook update, im so pathetic.



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