Yung tipong gustong gusto mo pero hindi pwede. Bakit?? Dry lang, sobrang dry.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sunday, May 1, 2011
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Future Love

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Saturday, November 6, 2010
Heart over Mind.
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Friday, November 5, 2010
Lalalalala
Cos if one day you'd wake up and find that you're missing me,and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be...
And you wont see me anymore waiting for you on the corner of the street. Cos I'am moving.
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Sunday, August 22, 2010
Here it goes.
The lady decided to leave the man. Mistrust, disappointments,heartaches, a girl were the reasons why. It's been how many months since the the lady tries, the man wouldn't care, for he knows she cant.
What about facing the real score. I don't wanna be the looser like i was before. I could be insane,yes. But i know in my heart i can, whether or not i love him i could sacrifice. For i know its for me. This feeling is no longer healthy, it caused me stress and decreases my body's fluid. My friends says don't think about him, leave him,find another guy etc. I cant wait till the time i can face any reality any decisions that will come. I know I'll be strong I'll be brave and I'll be wise.
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
SO IMMORAL :((
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me!
Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every abortion is just...
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
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