"She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes ‘plum-blossom’ at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark."
Neil Gaiman (The Sandmain: Endless Nights)
"Because what if one day I slip? What if one day I fall through the cracks and no one is willing to pull me back? What happens to me then?"
from Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
How could I not love this man?

from Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

How could I not love this man?

"The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing."
Charles Bukowski (Ham On Rye)
"Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness. There’s love and emotion trying to express itself, but at the time, it just ends up being awkward."
Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
Say hello to the motherfucking bitches and assholes who made my entire high school life miserable by making me think I am not good enough and that their “coolness” and “popularity” earn them the right to humiliate and mock other students like me for being “boring” and “uncool”. Just because some people don’t waste their time on looks, the latest fashion trend, who hooked up with who, and pleasing others doesn’t mean that we are free to be bullied and looked down upon.
Oh and look where you all are now. Some are still backstabbing each other, spreading rumors and shit about their supposed “friends”. Some are struggling with their academic lives. Some ended up knocked up and got left by their boyfriends.
Ha. I know that I am such an evil shit for saying all these stuff, but hey, at some point, some people just had to blow out steam before they really burst and explode. So, sorry if you knew anyone in this picture. But trust me, you’ll be better off not mixing with them.

Say hello to the motherfucking bitches and assholes who made my entire high school life miserable by making me think I am not good enough and that their “coolness” and “popularity” earn them the right to humiliate and mock other students like me for being “boring” and “uncool”. Just because some people don’t waste their time on looks, the latest fashion trend, who hooked up with who, and pleasing others doesn’t mean that we are free to be bullied and looked down upon.

Oh and look where you all are now. Some are still backstabbing each other, spreading rumors and shit about their supposed “friends”. Some are struggling with their academic lives. Some ended up knocked up and got left by their boyfriends.

Ha. I know that I am such an evil shit for saying all these stuff, but hey, at some point, some people just had to blow out steam before they really burst and explode. So, sorry if you knew anyone in this picture. But trust me, you’ll be better off not mixing with them.

Tried reading somewhere other than my room:

Went to the living room, cannot concentrate while my mom’s talking on the phone. NOPE.
Went to my sister’s room, cannot stand Justin Bieber’s faces staring down at me from numerous posters. NOPE.
Went to the kitchen, unfortunately the smell and the noise of all the cooking distracted me. NOPE.
Finally tried going outside, in front of our house where the lighting was so nice, damn neighbor was hammering who-knows-what and my ears were bloody wringing. Plus passersby kept looking at me. First time seeing someone read?! Ugh. NOPE.

Conclusion: My room is still the best reading spot in our house. Ugh. I wanted to read outside. Effin’ neighbors. :|

"Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit."
Neil Gaiman (M is for Magic)
A message from Anonymous
I'll go with FEAR para maraming sagot :)) This is your #1 fan so alam mo na ;)

OH HELLO, JERVIS. =))


My fears aren’t really deep or whatever. So here they are.

  • DOGS - Ever since I was bitten by our neighbor’s dog while riding my bicycle when I was in grade school, I despise every single dog I see. I cringe and go as far away as possible even if it’s just a small and “cute” dog. I mean, imagine my fear and pain when the dog bit my ankle and didn’t let go even after pedaling for another two cycles. I even got my legs scraped against the bicycle chain. -____-
  • DESTRUCTION OF ALL MY BOOKS - duh! I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if all my books get ruined due to fire or any other accident/calamity. I am not kidding when I say that I would probably go insane and depressed. I invested a lot in my collection and some of the books I have a really special and hard to find. So, I just couldn’t picture losing them. It’s too scary and painful to even think about it now.
  • DEGENERATIVE DISEASES - Now that we’re studying about degenerative disease of the brain, such as Parkinson’s Disease and Multiple Sclerosis, I somehow felt worried about experiencing or having these kinds of conditions. We’ve seen patients and learn about how the illness progresses and honestly, I am too wimpy to face life if the control I have over my body is slowly deteriorating. Coupled with amnesia or dementia, I think I’d rather choose death than having to experience all those things. I was never a fighter after all.

Satisfied? Hahaha. 

"This has been her problem all her life: picturing other people’s responses. She’s too good at it. She can picture the response of anyone—other people’s reactions, their emotions, their criticisms, their demands—but somehow they don’t reciprocate. Maybe they can’t. Maybe they lack the gift, if it is one."
Margaret Atwood (The Robber Bride)

I miss having a real friend. Like, a very close one. A friend who’d notice it whenever I feel bad and would ask, “What’s wrong?” and would actually want to listen to what I have to say.

"It was February sixth (twelfth): eight (two) days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in."
Joan Bauer (Thwonk) 

If I really do get a heart attack every time a good book is butchered by its movie adaptation, I would probably be dead by now.

"I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do."
Erin Morgenstern (The Night Circus)

I don’t really mind people who don’t read. Maybe they haven’t discovered the beauty of the act, or maybe they just haven’t found the right book yet. What really gets me are those people who look down upon other people who enjoy reading. I despise them for thinking that people who read books are lame. I mean, who the hell are you to tell us that doing what we love most is useless and stupid. Because honestly, I think its more lame that you consider such a mind-consuming and mind-enhancing act as worthless.