Paper bags and plastic hearts
Precious. 17. Eccentric.

She acts like summer and walks like rain.

Blogging since November 25, 2009
I’m embarrassed that I held on for so long. That I really thought we could go on like we were. Like he was this poece of a really happy time that I could take with me.


Oops i can’t believe i said i like him (check previous post). I’ve always been in denial about how i felt about him but now i’m just confused. Do i really like him? Do i still like him? I hope not.

Add me on BBM: 7431b088

So I started using BBM again since he’s using BB now. Worst part, it eats up my (broken) iPhone battery.

He kept on sending me selfies thru bbm and he also asked me to send a selfie. So i did. He told me i looked pretty in that photo nonstop. With all those mushy emoji/bb emoticons. And now i seriously want to set it as my profile picture in every social network accounts i have.

Seriously though, i really felt pretty (despite the fact that i havent taken a bath yet when i took that selfie) that time since it came out from the guy that i like!!


It’s Kind of a Funny Story, 2010 


The Breakfast Club, 1985


How come I didn’t watch this as soon as it came out? Thank good heavens I have watched it now. Too much feels

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

Sometimes you don’t want the stars and the moon. Sometimes all you want is the promise that he’ll always be yours.



I’m a bundle of contradictions,
You’re a bundle of mixed signals. 

No, this is not going to end well.

Yo, Grammar: What’s up with “shall” and “will”?



Hello, thenickedwards.

The traditional rule in standard British English is that shall is used with first-person pronouns (“I” and “we”) to form the future tense, while will is used with second and third person forms (youhesheitthey):

  • I shallcall you later tonight.
  • They will not be in stock if you wait too long.
But when it comes to expressing a strong determination to do something, it’s the other way around: will is used with the first person, and shall with the second and third:
  • I will not eat green eggs and ham!
  • You shall eat it, Sam-I-Am!

In American English, “shall" is virtually interchangeable with "will,” except in asking questions (see below).

Therefore, all of the following sentences are correct:

  • She called to say that she will be late.
  • shall play the role of Hamlet.
  • Melanie will bring doughnuts for the entire class.
  • Soon, they will heed Gandalf’s warning.


However, “shall" and "will" are NOT interchangeable when it comes to questions.

We use “will” in the following types of questions:

  • Will the test be difficult?
  • Will you marry me?
  • Will you be sad when we’re gone?


We use “shall" in questions that involve "I" and "we":

  • Shall I bring you a cup of tea?
  • Where shall we go next weekend?
  • Shall we dance?



Disappointment doesn’t kill, expectation does.

My love had died long before I had the chance to let it out

So I have already deleted all my posts about him. I’ve just realized that he’s bot worthy of my time, effort, and a freaking space on my blog. This is mine, not his. I just want to get over him. AGAD-AGAD

Just a piece of another foodtrip two weeks ago. I’m not really into cheesecake but this one’s mango and I’m a sucker for such. In all fairness, I started to like cheesecakes as well. Thanks to Café Quezon. Hahah :-) I posted a review of Café Quezon on Zomato!  (at Cafe Quezon)

Just a piece of another foodtrip two weeks ago. I’m not really into cheesecake but this one’s mango and I’m a sucker for such. In all fairness, I started to like cheesecakes as well. Thanks to Café Quezon. Hahah :-) I posted a review of Café Quezon on Zomato! (at Cafe Quezon)

me: ok i’ll study at 8:00

clock: 8:00

me: *pretends i didn’t see*

(via pizza)