I met a guy who works at the Barangay hall last Thursday, the one who processed my barangay clearance. He’s approachable, kind enough to instruct me on how to get a postal Id, talkative, gentle — I say this based on the way he talked to me and the way he treated me. I actually like him for the most part but the problem is… he’s courting me now already. 20 minutes of time with me and that’s all it took him to decide that he likes me as his girlfriend. Uh-oh, so fast, so early and so so wrong. He’s texting and calling me. Well, he got my number from the form I filled up for my clearance. He also added me on fb. But I don’t like what’s happening. This is not good and the worse part is I don’t know how to reject him. I don’t like rejecting people and I actually do not know how to reject someone without really hurting or offending them. Haah. So I talked to my leader and my friend, they told me to just not reply on his messages and not answer his calls. And I’m like ‘Okay.’ The end.
Lord, sa’yo lang ako di ba? Sa’yo lang ako.
At wag na wag ninyo pong hahayaan na may ibang taong mag-angkin ng puso ko. Lord, ayoko. Sa’yo lang ako. At kung darating man yung oras na may mamahalin akong lalaki, gusto ko dumaan siya sa Inyo. Kung magmamahal man ako, gusto ko yung taong inilaan Ninyo para sa’kin. Yung lalaking mas mamahalin pa rin Kayo kaysa sa akin kahit mahal niya ako. Yung lalaking kahit may mga anak na kami, Kayo pa rin ang pipiliin niya. Lord, protektahan Ninyo yung puso ko kasi po ito yung ginagamit ko para mahalin Kayo at ang mga tao sa paligid ko. Alam ko malayo pa yung panahong mag-aasawa ako kung yun man ang calling ko pero Lord ayoko lang na masaktan ulit. Ayoko na masaktan dahil napalayo ako sa Inyo nung nagmahal ako. Lord, ibigay Ninyo sa’kin yung lalaking kasabay kong lalago sa spirit, hindi yung lalaking magiging dahilan ng pagkalayo ko sa Inyo. Yung lalaking magpe-pray para sa’kin at yung lalaking magpe-pray kasama ko. Lord, salamat. Basta sa Inyo lang ako. Sa Inyo lang yung puso ko. Sinusurrender ko na lahat dahil kung may pangarap man ako para sa sarili ko, alam kong mas matindi yung pangarap at plano Ninyo para sa akin.
We always have so many negative things to say. Always.
Today, my Papa cried because an insensitive and judmental boy, a crew in Mang Inasal, shooed him away from that fast food resto. Without knowing that there’s a number and first come first serve basis on who’s getting a place on tables, he sit there waiting for my Mama to buy a take out order. Then, this annoying crew went to tell my Dad that there’s that system going on. And because it was so unusual to happen on restos my Dad reasoned out calmly that my Mom is already on the line and he’s just waiting for her. This guy suddenly shouted at Papa the word out. I can’t believe he said it. He should not be rude on customers. He could’ve been kind and polite, you know. My Dad, of course, got mad. “Bakit? Porket ba ganito itsura ko ginaganito ninyo ‘ko?… “Papa was so mad and he was also so humiliated that he really cried in front of my Mama when they reached our car saying, “Kaya ayokong di makatapos yung mga anak natin. Ayokong maaapi sila dahil wala silang pinag-aralan.” I am telling you, my Dad is so simple. He’s always just in his sandos and shorts and slippers which housed his wrinkled and muddy feet. So maybe that crew thought he has dominion over my Dad because he looks like that. He’s the type of guy that when strangers see him they will always think that he has no money and does nothing good in life or in society. My father did not even reach college. But oh my God, people are so judgmental. He didn’t look like he has money or he was educated but no one has the right to humiliate other people especially when they actually did nothing bad. My Papa is a very kind person, a very responsible father, and he is also a man of principle. I can’t believe something like that happened to one of the best father a child could ever have. I can’t believe someone who cannot even level on the sufferings and sacrifices of my Dad treated him that way. Who are you, people? Who are you to judge my parents? In many instances, this kind of judgment was already experienced by my Mom and my Dad. The sales ladies from department stores tell them, “Mahal po ‘yan.” when they ask them how much the items are. The guards on banks shoot them looks like they are going to rob them when it’s their first times on going in that bank. This really hurts me. How could you treat these lovely people this way? :(((( I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at what you did. You hurt the feelings of my Papa. You hurt him. No one hurts my Dad! Okay? :((((
Another moment of clarity
s-stuttered:
thoughts on HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER:
Marshall Eriksen: This may be a little shallow to think of but I really believe that Marshall was the one who received the toughest losses in the show. Looking back at all the seasons, from losing Lily, to losing his dad, to losing his car, even if he’s just there for no apparent reason other than look stupid or gay in front of everyone else, I think Marshall had been the toughest among them guys.
Have you ever been in a situation where your feelings lie between you feel nothing and you feel everything? Nothing comes between them. If you feel nothing, you hurt people and if you feel everything, you hurt yourself. It’s the type of pain that you just literally swallow and somehow you can feel the tears and the pain going down inside your system. It’s so poisonous and in the long run it will kill you. So maybe we just have to choose feeling nothing. But it’s so funny ‘cause when we pick that choice, we know deep inside we’re instantly dead. Both choices are leading to dead ends. Where are we going to run?
“Mamamatay ako pag nawala ka. Real talk. Mamamatay ako.”
How could I ruin someone’s life like this? It’s so sad. Just why?
sekicruz:
Yung mga malapit sa red cross na 18 years old above na Type AB yung dugo. PLEASE LANG PO. May dadating na 6 bags ngayon gabi dito para kay chelai, tapos bukas isusunod na yung iba, kailangan na kasi ngayon ng dugo ni chelai, hindi na pwedeng ipag pa bukas pa hindi na talaga kakayanin ni chelai. please lang guys alam ko hindi ko kayong kilalang lahat, pero para sa girlfriend ko, nag mamakaawa na ko sainyo. Please lang.
bakernd120:
808sknocking:
teenag3-dreams:
hey-chill-bro:
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wow…totally worth reading…
(Source: dallasmariie-ae)
I realized something about myself tonight. I really am not good at multi-tasking so when I’m doing something and you try to converse with me, you’ll just be ignored — not intentionally — then you’ll get pissed. I and my family already know this for a long time now but that doesn’t mean they never tried conversing with me when they see me busy on things. The truth is, they do not care if I’m focusing on something or not, they just tell me what they want to say or what they want me to do for them even though there’s a ninety percent possibility that they will be ignored. But the thing here is that they seldom get pissed about all the ten percent care I give on their demands because they understand me. Because they are my family and they know me well enough to adjust on my weakness. So tonight, a scenario of something like this happened, that’s when I realized that I should also know how to pick the things I get my attention to. People hardly get any response from me when I’m focused on something and I think the situation I give my care to should be something important or of value. I shouldn’t waste my time focusing on irrelevant things so from now on I will already be picky of the things I give my focus to. Yes, that’s what I realized.
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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
(Source: myownlittlecrazyworld)
Look, it’s not a sign. You’re doing the right thing marrying Barney. The universe isn’t sending you some message. As we know from science, rain is liquid water in the form of droplets which have condensed from atmospheric vapor and then precipitated! It’s not a sign.
Ted, this is a sign, and you know it! The universe is screaming at me right now! How can you, of all people, tell me to ignore that?
Because it’s dumb to look for signs from the universe. You know, maybe the universe has better things to do. Dear God, I hope it does. Do you know how many signs I’ve gotten that I should or shouldn’t be with someone, and where has it gotten me? Maybe there aren’t any signs. Maybe a locket’s just a locket a chair is just a chair. Maybe we don’t have to give meaning to every little thing. Maybe we don’t need the universe to tell us what we really want. Maybe we already know that. Deep down.
(Source: idsavethereceptionist)
