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Travelling. Food. Appreciation. I enjoy the finest things in life. I read religiously and I bake, in my spare time. I love the fact that I share this instinctive relationship with the stories authors narrate. Believing in hardwork has its setbacks because with that in mind, I'm not easily pleased for great expectations come great responsibilities. My inspiration comes from people of different walks of life who embed strong character with an astounding positive mindset and amazing individuality to endeavor.

I belief in giving back and there's so much I want to do, achieve and accomplish especially when there's no other disease worse than poverty. I'm just looking forward in meeting various people and places. Big heart, wide personality and a great sense of humor are just my cup of tea.

Exploration of better moments has only waited beautiful days for me.

Something out of it. [ 11:08 PM ]

It isn't real and it can't be real, that would have preceding notion. It doesn't exist and how could it be anything other than a farce? I mean, how can one possibly be anything but wary of the lines? But what if it has gotten to a point where social normality is breached and normal recognition of social forms do not matter just as much?

...what if words were your life and narrates the truth?

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Paz Vega reminds me of my mom. [ 8:00 PM ]

Your acceptance, while it would thrill me, will not define me. My identity rests firmly and happily on one fact: I am my mother's daughter.

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In an endless search, do you think I'll let it go? [ 12:33 PM ]

We have been through phases and between pernicious zones, to and fro that could question and doubt our every intention and security we’ve placed in this relationship like a trial that effortlessly give away the thought of not being there for each other, well, never more after that in the shortest period of time Yet, among the limits and the paths we’ve crossed, I feel like I’ve known you for a very long time.

The amazing thing we have, is our honesty that doesn’t necessarily ripe the good outcomes for its visits bear excessive tears, uncontrollable anger like a tempest, that has been shun into our hearts. The inconsiderate, the self-seeking and the unabashed identity of characters would never gain an ounce of self tolerance, in their superfluous lives to have an innate or inherited immunity to withstand what we have. They’d probably take the first train out of here for it’s not a place for giving up.

There are nights, we have spent crying and conversations we’ve spent racing in a reckless fit to continue and always voice what’s on our minds, only to be compelled or otherwise, for shelter. It’s something so valuable, I wouldn’t defy gratitude. I’m in a good place after what seems like a very long time which turns out to be one and true. I wish you patience, hope and strength to get through the worst predicaments that daunts your existence but needlessly, understand each other through uncivil calling of times, that goes without saying.

The best stories I’ve told are of you and the best times I’ve spent are with you.

Out of the catastrophes we have been through, some actually happened and if you took a second to look back, you’d see me as I continue my journey and help you in yours.

You mean the world to me.

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I'm glad it's you. [ 8:38 PM ]

If I don't say this now I will surely break

As I'm leaving the one I want to take

Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait

My heart has started to separate

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

If ever there was a doubt

My love she leans into me

This most assuredly counts

She says most assuredly

It's always have and never hold

You've begun to feel like home

What's mine is yours to leave or take

What's mine is yours to make your own

For no one else.

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The hope is making my face ache. [ 3:03 PM ]

This is for the “I really like you, so let’s still be friends” comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more, because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

(For what it's worth)

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This is my song. [ 9:49 PM ]

I wasn’t among the other girls who dreamt of a prince charming, sweeping her off her feet even as a little girl. I wasn’t among the other students, best in their elite, progressing through the stairs of success. I wasn’t among the other adolescents who had a friend she could call her own till I was 18. I wasn’t among people who could embrace my hopes, and my fears because I was blessed with a mind some girls feared bearing, some students feared sharing, some adolescents fear perplexing and some people feared risking. Pessimism they called it. Realism, some mocked.

It was a plan, I’d tell them. As people, we plan our lives in our little heads. Yet, reality isn't as nice as we want It to be. Our minds, imaginations, they cause our greatest known weakness; they cause our delusions.

But I sit here, completely swayed by a calling, a reason to what I hear His plans for me are. How he has made me realised that my entire life can be paved with what I truly believe in. I laid in bed, keeping faith that the night would stretch longer so I could eventually reach some shut eye. My heartstrings tugged to and fro. Then, for a moment, everything else made sense.

I pictured my wedding. From the familiar faces to the familiar dress. I see my dad, I see my mom. I see my best friend, smiling in the familiar crowd. I see my first dance, as a bride, as the daughter of the most admirable man in my life. I see how moments were truly captured through a lens. I see my favourite flowers. I see my favourite girls. I see the ocean. I see you.

I pictured my life. I pictured how it would work if I had a choice, to relive and let live every day of my life and if I chose to take the road not travelled by. I witness how the passion grew with time, how my inspiration became me as a person. Someone worth being, someone worth loving and someone with a purpose in life worth fulfilling. And I know, deep down, that the clock has no hands for guessing to toil for me this time and I’m letting hesitation abscond at this red light.

Because I could have all I wanted, I could have the simplest things and be happy. I could have seen what blinded me all this while. I could have saved myself from me.

Just like how I dreamt of it to be when I was a little girl.

Our minds, imaginations, they are our greatest known strengths.

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Loneliness as I see it. [ 8:43 PM ]

But he just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. He watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He’s going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

Eat, pray and love

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It was no stroke of luck. [ 5:55 PM ]

Prayers answerd, a milestone achieved.
Pack your bags, best friend.

Here's to our dreams.

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