and it is tiring and sickening that i want to puke all the way from my bed to the john. tsss. wala lang. i just want to make my thoughts appear beyond comprehension. haha! e, naiintindihan niyo pa rin naman, 'diba? never na yata talaga akong magiging isang pantas.
so, my younger sis lent me a book that she borrowed from her classmate. ang funny kasi ang babata pa nila to read such compilation of stories. siguro akala nila parang SVH lang yun. but noooo! akala ko rin nung una, Über mushy, pero hindeeee! the bessst!
THE book: Heartbreak edited by Cel Coscolluela
and so...
i have read a part that really got me..got me..nodding. haha. it is so concise, so exact that i want it on my epitaph when i die. yun e.
so here's the shit, biatches!
"They all wonder, love, why I always write about pain. I'm never too happy, never placid; it's like a thrive on getting hurt, such a pushover for love.
But wouldn't you? Write about pain, I mean. When you've reached the threshold, the very edge of pain, and know that it is only to get worse, wouldn't you write about the very thing that's ripping you apart? When there's nothing left of you, wouldn't you write about the person who's made you love like that?
Ah, but what do i know. I just throw away these words because I can't bear to keep them, love. No, I can't bear to keep them."
-- E.C. De Los Reyes, Letters to Joaquin
tamang - tama. EXACTLY!
wag niyong akalain na naka move - on na ako sa tv prod. hindi pa. hanggang ngayon, dala - dala ko pa rin ang tampo. kaya nga naman, bukas, sa church, magdadasal ako ng taimtin at hihingin ko sa Maykapal ang ibayong pasensya at pag - intindi.
ayun e. sorry. kapag rainy talaga, medyo maulan din ang brain waves ko kaya naman anu - ano ang lumalabas sa utak ko na sinusunod naman ng mga daliri ko.
bow.
Currently listening to: wala.
Currently reading: same as the above.
Currently watching: hindi ko pa alam
Currently feeling: natatae.