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I was born as Happiness.

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:02:49 +0800

I think there was a mistake made in the universe, and I was accidentally born into a human body. Because I want to be everywhere, all the time, and linger in the air. I think I should have been born a concept, like a feeling.
What kind of feeling was I meant to be?

I think something bittersweet; the kind that you feel when you listen to a folk song about loneliness, and it makes you feel less alone. Or the sweet melancholy of acceptance you feel when you find out that the one you love is happy with someone else.

But you smile. You smile when you think about other people’s happiness. And their happiness makes you happier in a way, even though you’re sad. That’s the feeling I was meant to be.

Unsolicited Late-Night Advice

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:50:55 +0800

Unsolicited Late-Night Advice:

It’s simple:

Try to hold on to nothing.

Ours is a universe of gravity and orbits. Things come around and they stay around when they are meant to and don’t when they are not.

Your own gravity will hold what it can and what it should. Big things pull more things than small things. If you want to take this literally, become morbidly obese and live in space. If you want to take it how I mean it, be as big as you want. As loving, as angry, as funny, as hollow, as fulfilled, as broken, as optimistic, and as lost as makes you comfortable and feels like your own clothes and not something borrowed.

The people and things that are drawn to that will stay drawn to it until they don’t. That isn’t your concern.

Don’t cling. Don’t hold. Just be.

They’ll come and go. But while they are in orbit, it will be right. It will be good. It will be physics and love and everything in between.

Enjoy that. But don’t try to keep it. That’s just not how this place works.

Then stop thinking about how you don’t get to hold on to people, and start thinking about how – because of that gravity – you don’t need to.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:19:54 +0800

I feel like crying.

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:01:00 +0800

I don’t know what to feel. I want to write, I want to tell you how I feel. But I couldn’t get my words out of my chest. They’re like sitting square inside, never wanting to be released.

"Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:57:54 +0800

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

- Stephanie Georgopulus

I read.

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:51:25 +0800

I read your posts. I read your comments. I’m a lurker. I’m an observer. I may not exist, I may not gather all the notes that I can get but I’m learner because my eyes are letting me.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 09:39:14 +0800

Because I love you more than anything else.

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:20:19 +0800

Because I love you more than anything else.

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:47:17 +0800

Small World. For how vast our world is, it’s amazing how small...

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:07:04 +0800

Small World.

For how vast our world is, it’s amazing how small it can seem when you think about it. It’s odd thinking about how interconnected we are - how similar we are.

For all you know, that stranger you walked past today on the street today without a second glance back could be someone you follow on youtube or someone that follows your blog. That child you saw cheerfully playing on the swingsets as you went past the playground could be the son or daughter of an old forgotten classmate you once saw everyday. That cashier you bought something from could of have already been part of your history, for you could of already had a conversation years ago that has since been long forgotten. For all you know, every face that you see could be connected to you in some way that you will never know about. It could be as simple as you two going to the same concert before to maybe falling in love with the same person at two different points of your lives.

Is it so hard to believe that a song that you sing along to every time it comes on the radio be the same song someone across the world sings to whenever they hear it as well? That the feelings of loneliness, heartbreak, being misunderstood be similar to someone who stays wide awake at night as thoughts swirls rapidly throughout their heads? How crazy is it to think that at this very moment, a complete stranger could be reading these very words that you are reading right now? For how vast our world is, isn’t it crazy to think about how small it really is?

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Wed, 22 May 2013 08:02:33 +0800

Keep holding on, okay? We’ll be together soon. I love you.

Tue, 21 May 2013 17:04:54 +0800

Keep holding on, okay? We’ll be together soon. I love you.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 16:57:25 +0800

Hello world! This is the man I’m gonna spend the rest of...

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:44:30 +0800

Hello world!

This is the man I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with. I love him so much. :)

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Tue, 21 May 2013 16:23:03 +0800

I think we'll spend the rest of our lives together.

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:18:44 +0800

Alam mo yung pakiramdam na nakikishare ka sa lungkot ng iba? Wala ka namang rason para malungkot...

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:19:28 +0800

Alam mo yung pakiramdam na nakikishare ka sa lungkot ng iba? Wala ka namang rason para malungkot pero pag may nakikita o nababasa ka na message galing sa ibang tao na malungkot sila, nalulungkot ka din.

Ganun kasi yung nararamdaman ko ngayon. :(

Ang tagal na natin naghihintay. Magtatatlong taon na tayo parehong mag-isa. Kelan ba talaga tayo...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:24:00 +0800

Ang tagal na natin naghihintay. Magtatatlong taon na tayo parehong mag-isa. Kelan ba talaga tayo magkikita? Tanong ko yan, tanong din ng iba. Ang dami ng nag-aabang sa susunod na mangyayari sa love story natin. Ang dami ng nagsasabi na baka hindi ka na nga uuwi sa akin, at baka ng niloloko mo na lang ako. Pero alam mo, kahit kelan hindi ako naniwala na sasaktan mo ako. Kasi alam ko na mahal mo ako at wala ka ng ibang ginusto kundi mapasaya ako. Lahat ng bagay na ginagawa mo, ako ‘yung inspiration mo (sabi mo eh.) Kulang na nga lang idikit mo mukha ko sa bawat sulok na puntahan mo. Gaano mo ba ako kamahal? Gaano mo ba kagusto na alagaan ako? Lagpas langit siguro no. Kasi mas inuuna mo pa ako kesa sa sarili mo.

Magtatatlong taon na tayong nagmamahalan. Para sa iba na di naniniwala sa long distance relationship, magtatatlong taon na tayong naglolokohan. Pero anong pake nila di ba? Kanya kanya tayong trip. At trip kong mahalin ka.

Sinusulat ko ‘to kasi sobrang namimiss kita. Konti na lang kasi yung time na pwede tayong mag-usap kasi may work ka na. Pero kahit na mahirap, alam ko naman na ako yung reason kung bakit mo to ginagawa. Gusto mo na makapunta sa akin.. para masaya na ako.. para masaya na tayo pareho.

Hihintayin pa rin kita. Alam ko konting hintay na lang. Malapit ka na sa akin. Mahal kita.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 17:46:21 +0800

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Mon, 20 May 2013 17:32:39 +0800