Mas Nakakabuti Kung Wag Mo na Muna Syang Ilagay Sa Isip Mo

eto naman siguro yung tamang oras para isipin mo naman din yung sarili mo-tama na yung minsan na pagasa mo sa isang taong alam mo namang di mapapasayo-tama na sa paghihintay sa isang tao na-hindi naman dadating sa buhay mo-magpakatotoo ka-minsan kelangan din natin maranasan masaktan at magkamali sa buhay-hindi ibig sabihin na-araw araw ka ng magiging ganun-kelangan mo din naman syempre lumangoy hindi yung hahayaan mo nalang na anurin ka ng dagat patungo kung san-sa mga lugar na di mo naman alam kung ano ang mapapala mo-tao ka din naman diba-mas nakakabuti siguro na-wag mo na munag isipin yung nakakabuti para sakanya-hayaan mo naman yung sarili mo na isipin din kung san ka talga magiging masaya-pero nasaktan ka diba-naranasan mo kung gaano kasakit ang umasa at magmahal sa isang taong mali- pero isipin mo-pano naman magiging mali yun diba-kung tiyak mo naman na tama yung nararamdaman mo para sa taong yun-hindi ka naman duwag kung hahayaan mo syang mawala-ang akin lamang ee-wag mong sagarin ang sarili mo-kilala mopaba ang sarili mo?harap ka sa salamin at tanungin mo yung taong kaharap mo sa mga oras na yun-makikilala mo kung sino at ano kaba talga-normal lang sa buhay masaktan-mas mabuting gagawin mo ee-gawin mong inspirasyon yung mga taong ayaw sayo-galit sayo-at yung mga taong di makita ang kakayahan mo-masarap mabuhay sa mundo-kung malalaman mo lang kung gaano kasaya kapag ka nabubuhay ng nakakangiti ka ng malaya-siguradong aayawn mo ng mamatay at pumanaw sa mundo-pare pareho tayong tao-sa mundo-hindi ka lang sasaya kundi ppatak pa ang luha mo dahil alam mong-nagawa mo ng tama yung mga mali mo noon-kelangan mo din matuto sa buhay-lahat ng tricks malalaman mo kapag kusa mong pinagaralan yun.. at ang wag na wag mong ggawin sa sarili mo ee-WAG KA MAGSISINUNGALING SA SARILI MO-yan lang ang pinakamabisang paraan para maging masaya ka.

when there are a million things you want to say to someone

Love is when there are a million things you want to say to someone, but when they look you in the eyes and hold you in their arms, nothing in life matters other than being with that person at that moment.

I'm Never Alone, Yet Not Alone

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone. I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your wieghty wavering reflection. I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like anew word I learned and embraced, like the everyday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.

Love is Like Waiting for A Bus

I was standing in the bus stop at my place waiting for a bus to going somewhere.. After a couple of minutes, I saw a bus coming.
When the bus came, I looked at it and said to myself, “eeee… so full…cannot sit down one”, “I’ll wait for the next one.”

So I let the bus go and waited for the second bus. Then the second bus came, I looked at it and said, “eeee…this bus so old… surely very uncomfortable one.” So I let the second bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.

After a while, another bus came. It’s not crowded and not old but I said, “eeee… no air-condition one…and the weather is so warm, better wait for the next one. So again I let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus. Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. I panicked and jumped on to the next coming bus. It is not until much later that I found out that I had boarded on to the wrong bus! Got down at some appropriate stop and hired a taxi payed him thrice the money and finally reached, Thus I wasted my time and money waiting for what I want! Even if an air-conditioned bus would have come next, can I ensure that the air-conditioned bus won’t break down or will the air-conditioned be working fine?

So people.. I want to make sure that what We Want Is Not Wrong. But it wouldn’t hurt to give other people a chance, right? If I find that the “bus” doesn’t suit me, I would just press the red button and get off the bus! But wait…I am sure all of us have this experienced this before. I saw a bus coming (the bus I want of course), I flagged at it and the driver acted blur by pretending not seeing Me and zoomed pass !

The bottom line of being loved is like waiting for a bus and whether I want to get on the bus and give the bus a chance depends totally on Me and walking alone is just like being out of love If you love someone set him/her free. If he/she comes back to you, you know they are yours. If they don’t then it was never meant to be. Remember to always say what You mean. If you love someone, tell. Don’t be afraid to express it yourself. Reach out and tell someone what he or she means to You. Because when you decide that it is the right time, it might be too late. Seize the day. Never have regrets.

SILENCE IN THE CAB

I'm woke up late in the morning- so i got paranoid to complete my task this day. MULTI-TASKING is my job. FACEBOOK'hahaha but i dont think if i was really happy having this kind of job, but i need to work hard- just for my own needs- for my mom to prove that i can do more than what she expect to me. It's a brave morning yard. After taking bath i put a cologne just to keep me smell good. I admit that im not that super great smells. I have similarity with my dads personality. A bored boy who dreams for somthing SMALL- just for his family. It was 8:13 o'clock, i need to be hurry. I texted our HR.to update what time im arrive in our office. Standing beside the street whil waiting for a cab.

A minute, there was a gurl who wear great dress, a girl with a blonde hair, it's raining she doesnt even have umbrella to keep herself from the rain, so i ask her where was her location.

ME: hi, your too wet. were you goin?
GURL: hmm (she stair at me) VALERO. why?
ME: oh, (great eyes) that was near from my office. would you like to come with me?
GURL: sure?
ME: yah, im late, so you want?
GURL: okay,c'mon.


We ride in a cab together. I give her my handkerchief just to make her dry. Her voice is great,so lovely, i was with her while looking outside the street. It's almost 8:45, we keep silence, and then suddenly she speak.


GURL: by the way thanks. (give her hand to me)
ME: oh, no problema, its my pleasure.
GURL: okay.


9:34 when we reach our building, i open the door of cab to goin down-i hand her next to me. She smile and then I ask to send her in the office.but she cant. She said that im too much late and i have to hurry. TIME IS TOO SMALL SO I DECIDED TO GO FIRST. SAYING bye. This is not the first time i was with someone everytime i went to our office. Is this destiny or it is only meant to be? Anyway im late so i have to go.


But im so stupid, why i always forgot to ask their names-everytime ive encounter somebody else outside.

There's Always Gonna be that One Boy

theres always gonna be that one guy. you know. that boy who could make you smile no matter how pissed you were at your best friend. the one who you could stay up all night texting and go to school the next day surving on an hour or two of sleep. the boy who warms your heart .... and your body by sharing his big, cumfy hoodies. the boy whos smile touches you deeply, and laugh you love to listen to. theres always that one boy who you turn to. the one boy you could hold hands with 24/7. the boy you get in trouble for, because you just HAD to sneak out to see him. the boy who kisses you just right, and you fit so perfectly in his arms. theres always gonna be that ONE boy who has to turn his back. no matter how much love you give him, he gives up. theres always gonna be that one boy who hurts you so bad you go numb. that one boy you can't get over... there's always gonna be that one boy.

I can sit here with you forever

I can sit here with you forever. I don't need to touch you. I don't need to hear your voice. I don't even have to look at you. As long as I know that you are here besides me. If I can smell your scent that I've grown to adore more than that of roses, hear you breathe and feel your warmth in the air around me, I'll be happy all my life...

The Worst Feeling in the World

I think that's what's wrong with the world; no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't dance or sing. They're angry, but they don't scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.

the BIGGEST impact in someones life

every girl dreams that one day she will find a boy that does these things for her. even the smallest action can have the BIGGEST impact in someones life:

• give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.

• leave her cute text notes.

• kiss her in front of your friends.

• tell her she looks beautiful.

• look into her eyes when you talk to her.

• let her mess with your hair.

• touch her hair.

• just walk around with her.

• forgive her for her mistakes.

• look at her like she`s the only girl you see.

• tickle her even when she says stop.

• hold her hand when you`re around your friends.

• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.

• let her fall asleep in your arms.

• get her mad, then kiss her.

• tease her and let her tease you back.

• stay up all night with her when she`s sick.

• watch her favorite movie with her.

• kiss her forehead.

• give her the world.

• write her letters.

• let her wear your clothes.

• when she`s sad, hang out with her.

• let her know she`s important.

• let her take all the photos she wants of you.

• kiss her in the pouring rain.

• when you fall in love with her, tell her.

• and when you tell her, love her like you`ve never loved someone before.

You’re Not An Angel Cause Your My Wings

Do you remember what I’ve told you before?

That you’re like a flower I’m afraid to pick.

That hard to find and hard to let go.

You know how much fear i overcome

When i start liking you.

I don’t know how to say this in a way that I hope you believe in me

I'm not god; I know it, so how can you believe me right?

But Yana, you know that you’re the only girl

That I compared to a flower.

A flower that has thorn to protect from the strangers

Whom trying to pick you and threw your gentle petals

For the long time that we still have a communication

I learned to care about you,

it started when i realize that

Even though the world left me alone,

I know deeply in my soul that I still have you

So i would like to make a promise for you

And its only for you Yana, so listen.

I promise to be here whether you need me or not, whether you felt cry o glad, or when you feel all alone, I will be your one and only companion in your world, I’m can't promise to give you the love that you really want to get but I will do my best just to be next to you. you’re the best gift that Jesus sent me from heaven-you’re not an angel cause your my wings-I can never fly without you, I don’t feel in heaven when you are with me cause I feel so much high even though your not here, and how I wish I could be an air just to go through with your body and hug you so much gently. lalala

To: Yanna Mae Fernandez

From:  Lee Wishh

HOW ANGELS SLEEP

Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. They know so little about what it's like to fill a new prescription for glasses and suddenly see the world again, with a mixture of disappointment and gratitude ... Also, they don't dream. For this reason, they have one less thing to talk about. In a backward way, when they wake up they feel as if there is something they are forgetting to tell each other. There is disagreement among the angels as to whether this is a result of something vestigial, or whether it is the result of the empathy they feel for the Living, so powerful it sometimes makes them weep. In general, they fall into these two camps on the subject of dreams. Even among the angels, there is the sadness of division.

A Boring Day with A Stupid Things

Everyday of my life,i only live just to GET UP-WORK-SLEEP-and then repeat. I wonder how i used to live in almost everyday like this. A feeling of nothing, seen nothing,and hear nothing, it's like i'm the only man who lived here in my own world,but i guess this is what i want,people dont blame me for acting like I-DONT-CARE,when i know that what i feel is what i ACT.but still people doesnt ever learned to understand me,maybe theres a few of them but i dont even know who are they. Everytime i go along with myself outside and stay nowhere to go,i feel like i'm invinsible.Those people who only see me are the people who used to live as a people but when i start to count them into with my fingertips theres still a few numbers of count i always have. I don't know why people disagree what i was about to talk or to speak. I speak what my mind tell me, i can share what my heart feels. i can't see those things i don't wana see,specially when it was all about nonsense or worthless. I know i'm a worse or a loser or whatever people call me but this is me,this is what i am and i can never change it. Love? what do you mean by love? i dont remember i was inlove by someone who just bring me the biggest mistakes in my life but i nver regret having this things. I'm immature, i'm fit like a skinny man walking alone in the street but this is me this is who i am. If you dont understand me, you never learned how to love me for who i am. When a morning comes i get up,and my thoughts works like a superman in the sky,i'm not a genius to make all people answer the stupid questions that even them doesnt ever know. Yeah i know i'm stupid and you dont have to talk to me again-A phylosopy man that doesnt even know how to say SORRY or how to make an apologize. This is the person,one of the god's creating mistakes. If you dont like me-i will actually think you doesnt exist at all- I love talking to strange people its like those things make me feel so much excited,i dont know but when i talk to them i feel so boastful, i can pretend, i can act as if im a winner,as if im a great and as if i dont have any sins or mistakes at all.What a boring day right? Walk alone, go to the market and then buy my own food,i dont have friends to have and feel a good band with them,i with myself,always and forever, i dont wanna teach people to understand me,to love me or to please just to be with me-if they doesnt like me i dont care-.