But You Are Beautiful Too

     You are too delicate to ignore. And I know you won’t believe me. But you are worth a velvet palm to be tainted with blossoming blood ‘caused by your thorns because you’re a diamond in the rough. In that way, I’ll let it gush over your entirety so that you’ll know how beautiful you are to make you realize that you are not that pale to be reached by its pigment. You are skinny but believe me that it’s a physique many people have been trying to attain. You are blessed for that because one could easily cup your bones and feel the depth of your soul for I know you also want to be loved in an eccentric way but you are just too shy to place it atop of your priorities because you believe that one should love themselves first before loving someone else. But one day would come that you won’t be waiting at one corner in a concourse to be noticed by the one you admire anymore, because someone would feel like the tendons of his/her heart is a roadtrip to yours. And please, believe me when I say that you are weirdly beautiful because you could catch attention effortlessly. And dear, please do take away your insecurities, because you are beautiful too.

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Dear Nicole

*I hope you’re not related to uniqecole and thediaryofayounglady*

*Forgive me for my grammar.*

You are the one that I’ve been waiting for decades! Gahd! FINALLY! Praise the phillipine electoral process! LOL! WHUT?! I never expected you to come. It was a long story, but to shorten things up, I have been waiting for someone to read my blog before they click that follow button. And you are that someone, and I’m really glad that you came. Oh oh oh oh oh oh Im glad you came! The sun goes down the stars come out and…blab la bla. Hahahah!But I really gald you came. *You should sing those italic words, because I sang them while I was typing them down, so you better sing them too*. LOL

I don’t know how you found my blog, but maybe, I guess, its because your tracking post with john. Because you know, I read your blog, just a little, and I have read this post, “Dear John”. So it reminded me of my ask page, in my blog, so I suppose that’s how you found my blog. Hahahah! That’s just my story, so I want to know the real one.

And yes, I have to admit, you are, indeed, THEMOSTAWESOMEBITCH!

So I’m running out of words now, so I’ll just fade away

*me fades away*

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Hindi maaaring matapos ang araw na ‘to na ‘di ko siya babatiin. <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE KIRSTEN! :)

1st of all, natuwa ako nung finollow mo ako non. ‘Di ko alam kung paano ko masasabing masaya ako na finallow mo ko. Isa ka kasi sa mga blog na lagi ko binibisita at binabasa. Sino bang ‘di gusto ang blog mo? :)

Hindi man tayo madalas magusap dito masaya pa din ako na friend kita ate K. :) Natutuwa ako sa’yo kasi kakaiba talaga personality mo. Kailan ka ba magpapakilala? I hope someday umattend ka ng meet up, I’ll surely be there para makita ka.

Ate K, thank you for inspiring a lot of bloggers like me. Keep up your great post. Stay kind and humble. I hope you’re very happy today. Again, Happy 18th birthday ate K! :) Take care always and God bless you.

xoxo,

K, Keithy

This is why I never give up on you.

      We started a casual conversation. All I ever sent you were compliments, encouragements and whatnots and you were just rejecting all of those. It hurt at first because you kept on pushing me. I saw how everyone loved you and how you respond them with your beautiful writings; having no guarantee for a reciprocated love ‘tho. I admit that I got scared to go further on knowing you because we might destroy each other. But you felt like you outgrew the world you have been accustomed with and you felt like you were formidable. You didn’t realize that being delicate and reserved is a good thing. A shallow response from all the overwhelming love would do. And so I decided not to give up on you, to be still on your side whatever it takes because I know you also need someone to be there even if he doesn’t know about anything you are going through. And look how we treat each other now. Ridiculously, I’m fine with the ‘sadist-masochist' setup we've been laughing at. Sometimes, I still famish for that little truth on your jokes on me. I wish they were true. I wish you could say it straight to me. I wish you care for me more than you do. I recall when you told me indirectly that you wouldn't talk to me if you don't like me. You don't know how much that means to me. When thinking of the things you can't give me back, remember that we'll meet in between and if you still can't, I'll reach out for you on the flip side. You don't have to apologize for not knowing how to console a weary heart because you are not a remedy but a purpose to thrive for. Your bee-stung lips have enthralled me that I almost cup your hipbone in my dreams whilst being caressed on each other's arms. You're bigger than hinkle heights and with its hazy lights, you waltzed your worries away. But dear, you don’t have a ridiculed life.  You may see yourself as a dim street walker but it’s fine if you find felicity in the fog. You are always the drift wood king whose name is an endearment itself etched on my bark. You are a dark chocolate truffles that develops how my tongue articulates the phrase ‘I am special too’ so that I could have it in my throat and finally utter it with you. I may not be virile, muscular or the thing that you look for a man, but I swear, I’ll just be here for you.

      Don’t consider yourself a fallen grace. Instead, think of yourself as a maple leaf that gracefully falls from the sky. Someone will pick you up on your fall. And you’ll soon know why you fell on spring time. Because you weather the season. You know how to deal with their transience. You know that you are special to me. Cheers for another year in your life, dear.

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY Mommy Jane Trixie Si-Uy! ♥♥♥

Pang-ilan ko na ‘to Mom? Hahahaha. As promise, eto na ang bonggang greetings ko for yah. 1st, happy birthday mom! Aging ka na talaga 21 ka na, pero sa totoo lang mas mukha pa akong aging sa’yo. Lol. Forever young ka eh. :”> 2nd, thank you at nakilala kita. Masaya ako na nagkaroon ako ng kaibigan na gaya mo, tapos naging Mommy pa kita. Nakakatuwa kasi hindi ko lang kayo basta Tumblr parents ni Dad, parang in 2nd parents na din in real life. Kaya stay strong sa inyo ni Daddy, I love you both! 3rd, sana marami kang blessings na natatanggap lagi. ‘Wag na ‘wag makakalimot magpasalamat dahil lahat ng meron tayo sa Kanya galing! What more pa ba ang kailangan mo Mom, eh kumpleto na ata eh? :”> 4th, stay humble and kind. Isa ka talaga sa pinaka hinahangaan ko dito sa blogger. Hindi ka lang maganda, magaling magblog, madaming kaibigan pero ang the best trait mo eh kahit na gaano ka na kataas, hindi ka pa din nagbabago. Mabait ka talaga ‘di lang dito sa cyber world, kung ‘di in real life lalo. 5th, alam mo kung gaano tayo ka-fashionista. Sana makapagshopping tayo minsan ng magkasama. Hihi. Kung ‘di niyo alam idol ko ‘to si Mother sa pananamit. :”> 6th, I’m very happy that I have you in my life. Kung gaano siguro kasaya si Daddy ganun din ako. Kasi vinavalue ko na kayo as my true parents. 7th, ipagpapatuloy ko na lang sa ibibigay ko sa’yo ha?

Again, thank you very much Mom! Alam ko masayang masaya ka ngayon sa dami ng blessings na natatanggap mo. ‘Wag ka magbabago ha? I love you very much! ♥ God is always watching at you, ‘cause you’re an angel.

××,
Daughter Keithy

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MASTER. ♥

Naaalala mo pa ba nung nabibwisit ka sakin dahil master tawag ko sa’yo? Hahahaha! Akalain mo yon, tagal na natin magkakilala at kaibigan. :) Imbajonell pa lang finafollow na kita eh. (Tama ba spell? Hahaha.)

Sige start na. Isa ka sa mga antique blogger na matagal ko ng kilala at close ko dito, kaya naman masaya ako dahil alam kong ‘di ka pa din nagbabago. Kahit lagi mo ako inaasar na ang payat ko, kasi ang taba mo love pa din kita. Syempre babe kita, kahit marami kang iba. Ganyan ka naman eh. Hahaha joke. De, syempre thank you dahil maaasahan kang kaibigan. ‘Di yon maikakaila. ;-) Alam kong masaya ka ngayong birthday mo dahil nakasama mo bestfriends mo, pero alam kong mas masaya ka siguro kung kasama mo Mama mo. Stay strong, mahal ka nun kahit wala siya dito. :-) Masaya din ako for you dahil ang daming blessings sa’yo. ‘Wag kakalimutan magpasalamat kay God!

Wala na ako masabi, pag nagkita na lang tayo sa 26 saka tayo magdaldalan. Magpakita ka ha? Miss na kitang baboy ka. Hahahaha! Labyu! Again, happy birthday. Take care always of yourself. :-) I love you, God bless! ♥

×× Girlfriend kuno, Keithy

Success! :D Akala ko tuluyan na akong mabbaliw sa kakahanap yung “Create Clipping Mask”. Hahahaha! Yung sa layer lang pala ira-right click ko. Anyway, kaya kay Mama Cha ko ‘to dinedicate kasi sa kanya ko natutunan at syempre I owe her for being my teacher. Hihi. Labyaaaa mama! <3

DEAR RICOSCHET,

       I can still remember the first time we talked. I can still remember that it took you time to reply to my messages that makes me want more of your words. I can still remember that majestic bee-stung lips of yours which I tried to imitate but I just can’t. I can still remember you saying, that you recall a cartoon show on me and called me Double D afterwards. I just want you to know that love the way we first met.

     I love it when you cuss ‘though you’re not really that bluntly saying those profanities in person. I love it when you push me away and I was so insistent to know you more. I love it when you hated me for seeing your vulnerability by the time you shared me your sentiments. I love how you associate your thoughts with the relationship you have with your family. I love how unpredictable you can be. And I love how you stand for yourself without living on other else’s skin. I love how you compliment me with my singing voice and draws it back by throwing me bashes. I love how we play roles of a masochist and a sadist — you being the latter. I love how you insult me and be vexed when I wasn’t prickled any of your wicked words. I love how my voice over the phone sounds flirty on you. And I love you, calling me names, especially ‘weirdo’

      I was indifferent when you were pushing me away. But I still can remember how we talked how much you ‘dislike’ me. I love how you stated ‘If I don’t like you, I would never talk to you.’ Those little things mean so much to me. I never hated you for who you are. I never hated your thoughts including how you never believe in love. For maybe it’s because of your experiences that drove you to who you are now. But I just want you to remember Pink’s line in one of her songs, ‘Just Give Me A Reason’ — “That we are not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again.”

     Blessed Birthday Ricos! And please remember that I’m only the one who can call you Shey. And I can still recall you label me ‘selfish’ for that. HAHA. Thank you for bearing with my slapstick jokes. I really admire how you write. You’re one of my favorite writers here. Thank you for the friendship. May God bless you. :)

With lots of love,
Double D, Eddrian

MYSTIC SPELL

    Hers is the airy voice that can contain any sepia-toned picture of a gloomy room. Hers is the only air that could live in a vacuum because of its resplendent breeze. Hers is the spell that enthralls you to sing your heart out. Hers was the beauty that can be reflected just on her sniffs and sighs.

    The mystic tone of her voice is one that everything can recall. Her diaphragm is a massive storage of ethereal hymns. She sounded like a fume diffusing all through your nostril and can daze you off right away. Her resonance can play in reverberation and could make someone zone out amidst a concourse with salient noises. Her eyes are hazel bedecked to take you into the depth of her fragility so that you’d be grieved enough not to touch her. She is sly. She could tell stories through her braids and her ponies with you not noticing it. She plays symphonies through the harp in her throat. And music is where she found solace.

     Hers is the mist that could take you into a harmonic world forever. Hers is the only beguiling thing that perhaps make it evident that people could also live in folly. Hers is the life that enthralls people to live in the space of music because she has this mystic spell.

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