if only he understood

proven right.again

guys and girls work differently.period

they are insensitive.when they decide to do something.it only seems right because its fun.they wouldn't understand what it implies to girls.they wouldn't know what they are getting girls into.it is true that no matter how independent and strong a girl seem to be.when it comes to something that matters to the girl.she goes awry.and that's why girls are meant to be doted on.in whichever way deem fit.this is from a guy in a drama.but oh well.don't fantasize about the existence of such guys.because these guys are plainly following scripts written for them which i bet is a lady

that doesn't make them bad.they probably didn't want to hurt the girls.but the result is all the same.and this is scary because it just means that girls just have to protect themselves because the real world is practical after all.don't invite a non-constant into your life unless you can bear the consequences.no one does anything without benefits.either you get the assurance you need.if not kill the hope.because as cliche as it sounds.no expectations.no disappointment

its not a big deal, its no one's fault, but a little depressing all the same

No Such Thing

Welcome to the real world, she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat, take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits and maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

words I really love for awhile now
-

eye contacts can be scary at times.especially when fuzzy and warmth is not the only description to it.especially when you sense protection but yet you are afraid that you were mistaken.that everything said was misintepreted.that you may just be led on again.that it may once again become a shattered part of your memories.but yet cannot be swept away

so I keep myself safe in the comfort of my friends.I know I am blessed with great friends when they agree to study with you though their semester technically starts next week. and when I don't have to find any excuse for being late because I know they'll wait. and when S walks up mt. Sopheeeyerr and roll down the hill just to get us awesome panna cotta.i rather count my blessings and be happily married

karma

when harsh words come out because I simply can't take it anymore
and I actually start contemplating that I meant them
it makes me rethink myself as a person
that maybe I've just been living by standards
and that maybe I'm just a bad person in the core

and so I should stop lamenting
about nice people ending last
but because bad people are just undeserving
period

Unbeautiful

everyone's precious to someone
so before you hurt someone
who does not mean anything to you
think twice
and be nice.
-
I was randomly looking through pictures of a friend we use to laugh at
and reflecting on what we've done in our immature days
though they can't be undone
I really hope they did not leave a scar on her
if they had, I hope it was for the better
on the other hand, seeing all the friends that she has now
and her smile
i'm really happy for her

i'm not a very nice person

Fast on profanities
Fast on lethargy

am i glad to have you around farts(:

we're only humans

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could
-

One is suppose to feel good being nice
but why lately
I can't stop questioning myself
why do I have to be so nice
I am even disgusted with myself
when my being nice seems so detach from my real self
like a sign of weakness
it makes me want to cry ):