Kilig quota reached

Pipinoy showbiz ako for this post BECAUSE ngayon lang ako kinilig sa isang Pinoy loveteam ( hindi counted ang mga John Lloyd team-ups kasi pakiamin, kay JLC lang tayo kinikilig dun). Anyway, i'm tallking about Sarah and Gerald na nadiscover ko ay tinatawag pa lang Ashrald or Sasa and Gege by their fans. I don't really care kung ano pang tawag sa kanila, basta ang masasabi ko lang, owwvvverrr para akong highschool ulit kung kiligin while watching itong recent videos nila from Sarah's new show, Sarah G Live. And of course mas lalo pang nagkameaning lahat after Gerald admitted on The Buzz last Sunday na he's courting Sarah for realz. geddemmet.

Wala lang, i'll just put these here as a reminder  of how wonderful wonderful yung feeling na in love ka.

And with that, naka-quota na ako sa kilig this month, lol.

(filed under WTF Tinnnn.)

Raaaawr

THIS. Totally adorbzz. I miss this. Waaant.

Jelly

I love how he leaned in to give her a kiss! Sweet! OK, it's more of love and

  envy. Lucky lucky Anne V. :)

It isn't ugly in my mind after all

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These words have always spoken to me since the first time I read it, and now I post it because i've come to realize that the words are not ugly in my mind after all. But once they escape my lips, they feel rusty and old - even dirty. Perhaps of being hidden too much and of being played over and over again in my mind, but of never really being heard. Rusty and old and dirty - my own words scare me. So let's just say that these are my own words, voiced out by the young protagonist and that you, you are its object and let's leave it at that.

the best we could wish for

 

"I think…that if life separates us, and we end up in totally different places, we’ll always remember when our paths in life in this period’s like, and I’ll be thankful for that… And I hope that wherever you are, you’ll be thankful too… And I think that’s the best we could wish for."

Just as a good friend told me a few days ago, there are  broken relationships that we can no longer salvage and severed connections that are best left that way simply because it is where life is taking us already. We may never know why fate has nothing more for us other than that brief encounter or how our unicorns turn out to be shams, but the thing is there was a time when that moment was eternity and the unicorn was the realest thing.  And if only for that, we should hope that even in the messiest of our goodbyes that there will be a moment when you look back and you smile and you know that somewhere in the world is the other half of that memory and that it is eliciting from its bearer even just the faintest trace of a smile.