magic power
Thursday, September 22, 2011 @ 6:12 PM | 0 notes

Stumbled across Hey! Say! JUMP's new song, Magic Power.

SDFGHJADHJKJKJHGFD I MISSED THEM OMG I CAN'T ASDFGHGFDS I WANT TO CRY ASDFASDFSAHD RYO IS SO DFGHKJHGFGHJ THEY'RE ALL GROWN-UP AND SDFGHJKLKHGFD RYO OMG I LOVE YOU SHDJADHAJDHSD

Alright. I'm done. For now.

Yamada Ryosuke is my one true love. /gets bricked

I - I can feel my obsession coming back.


AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH



weird
Saturday, September 17, 2011 @ 9:34 AM | 0 notes

I woke up with puffy eyes this morning.

I've been crying.


But apparently I didn't know, because I swear I didn't cry last night.

I've been crying without my knowledge.

WHAT

Nostalgia
Thursday, September 15, 2011 @ 9:08 AM | 0 notes

Like The Molave - Rafael Zulueta da Costa


Not yet, rizal, not yet. Sleep not in peace:
There are a thousand waters to be spanned;
There are a thousand mountains to be crossed;
There are a thousand crosses to be borne.
Our shoulders are not strong; our sinews are
Grown flaccid with dependence, smug with ease
Under another’s wing. Rest not in peace;
Not yet, Rizal, not yet. The land has need
Of young blood-and, what younger than your own,
Forever spilled in the great name of freedom,
Forever oblate on the altar of
The free? Not you alone, Rizal. O souls
And spirits of the martyred brave, arise!
Arise and scour the land! Shed once again
Your willing blood! Infuse the vibrant red
Into our thin anaemic veins; until
We pick up your Promethean tools and, strong,
Out of the depthless matrix of your of your faith
In us, and on the silent cliffs of freedom,
We carve for all time your marmoreal dream!
Until our people, seeing, are become
Like the molave, firm, resilent, staunch,
Rising on the hillside, unafraid,
Strong in its own fibre, yes, like the molave!


The youth of the land is a proud and noble appellation,
The youth of the land is a panoramic poem,
The youth of the land is a book of paradoxes,
The youth of the land is a pat on one’s back,
The youth of the land is a huge canvas of spectral colors,
The youth of the land is an epic tragedy-comedy,
The youth of the land is a crashing symphony,
The youth of the land is a child grown old in tears,
The youth of the land is an old man laughing through a perpetual infancy;
A bastard child of a thousand dreams, masquerading and dancing,
The youth of the land.


We, the Filipinos of today, are soft,
Easy-going, parasitic, frivolous,
Inconstant, indolent, inefficient.

Would you have me sugarcoat you?

I would be happier to shower praise upon
My countrymen…but let us be realists…
Let us strip ourselves

Youth of the land, you are a bitter pill to swallow.

This is a testament of the youth borne on the four pacific winds;
This is a parable of seed four ways sown in stone;
This is a chip not only on the President’s shoulder:
The nation of our fathers shivers with longing expectation.

Shall we, sons and daughters, brother youths of the land,
Walk up new and forever knock the flirting chip off?
Or will the nation of our fathers be forever and forever
Lighting candles in the wind?


*I think I'll memorize this again*

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birthday bash
Friday, September 9, 2011 @ 2:45 PM | 0 notes

Dear Gabbi,

I know I gave you guys a letter already but this one's just for you.

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!!

You're a woman now. I bet you're gonna drink and smoke and do stuff now. HAHAHAHA Just kidding. I know you're a very responsible and mature person lol. Anyway, I hope you have an awesome birthday, my dear! I know you're going to be partying partying yeah sa isang posh hotel with the girls. Linden Suites, yeah? Yehesssss alam. HAHAHA :D

I really miss you guys a lot ;__________; It's really sad to be so far away from you guys wryewueirwyew It would have been really fun if I was in UP too, or even just finish high school with you. I really regret not being able to bond with all of you, especially Aly. I mean, at least I got to be in the same class as Maan. Aly, on the other hand..... D:  So anyway, back to you lol.

Sorry I'm rambling; it's just that I haven't actually done this in a while. Talk, I mean. And by that I mean talk to you. But yeah. 18 is such a funny age. It's so special; it's like a new chapter in people's lives. And I hope that even though you're in a new chapter, and we're still kind of on the one you just finished, I hope that you won't change. That's sort of selfish of me to say, but I really hope you don't. Or if you do, I hope you'll just add on to your awesomenessssssss. HIHIHI :) Also, I'm not saying that you should be in a relationship now, but I'm always praying that God will give you (and the girls too!) a guy that can take care of you properly. I'm just mentioning this because you know, you're 18, and you're a woman. LOL But I am constantly praying for you guys.

Again, I hope you have a wonderful birthday, and I'll just vchat with you guys on the 24th.

I love you~♥ 
Jaijai

i really love this poem but i don't know who wrote it
Thursday, September 1, 2011 @ 8:16 PM | 0 notes

i tried to forget
but you grew roots around my ribcage
and sprouted flowers
just below my collarbones.
all day i pluck their petals
but i have not yet ascertained
whether you love me
or not