Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Dear Someone I wish could forgive me...

I'M TOTALLY SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. 

FOR THE BEING PAIN IN YOUR ASSES. REALLY. 

SORRY.

~angel

I HATE YOU DEAN'S SECRETARY!!!!

I HATE YOU TO DEATH!!!! YOU ARE THE REASON WHY I ALMOST BROKE UP WITH MY BEAU AND THE SOLE REASON WHY WE DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO CELEBRATE OUR 3RD ANNIVERSARY TODAY!!!!!
FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!!!!!
and oh...

GHED IM SO ANGRY!!!!

daily letter (day 10)

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Dear Ex-friend,

It was summer 2 years ago when we became classmates and eventually became a very good and close friends. You have been so nice and kind to me. You have that captivating face and friendly aura that makes other girls fall for you. We were close for a week that we were almost inseparable. We shared secrets and experiences in love and we even have a secret handshake. And you know what? I think you purposely made every girl in our room fall for you. What a sneaky hidden agenda. I'm just happy that my boyfriend loves me so much that I can't let go of him, I didn't fall for your rubbish scheme.

But tell me, what really happened? I was waiting for you to talk to me first. But there's no more chance anymore. And I'm not hoping to be friends with you again. Thanks for the time before.

angel

daily letter (day 7)

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Dear Ex-boyfriends,

I'm glad that you still remember me. But isn't it too bothersome to add me in Facebook? What is that suppose to mean? I mentioned you in my first letter, didn't I? Oh well, I don't like to bother you. I don't want to sound bitter but I want to delete you as a friend in my account. I have nothing to do with you and I don't want to reconnect with you anymore. Except for Kit, who became a good friend to me when I started college. Thank you for the friendship though you've been an asshole before for leaving me unaware. I think we're better off this way.

I hope you do good in your lives. And please stop pestering me by boasting how you do good with your current girlfriends. I don't care. 

>_________<,

doby :P

daily letter (day 2)

Dear Crush,

You don't have any idea how much you crushed my heart. I can't even name you. But you're kinda annoying. I can't even blame you cuz you have no effin' idea that I have a crush on you. But every time you pass by, especially when I'm with my beau, I feel like I've been pushed away. My beau keeps on teasing me saying, "Mine, anjan crush mo, o." And I'm just like, ">___<". I wish that you don't exist or we haven't met. But I know we can't help seeing each other because we were classmates once and became close friends for a while. But that was before. And right now, I'm happy seeing you with your dyed hair and flawless skin. Now, my boo and I thought you're a gay. That's cool. But still, admiring you isn't that bad, right? I just hate the way my boo teases me every time you're in our sight. I'm sorry for the blame.Don't worry, you'd still be the friend who makes other girls jealous of me. HAHA!

stay cool,

Doby

I thought I could curse my course... but nevermind

It's so frustrating to see how we suffered from financial instability. And no matter how noble my course is; and no matter how high my future employees would pay me in my future job, I still feel helpless. I can't stand hearing them complaining where did our monthly allowance go. Receiving roughly 20K per month with 2-5 persons in this household isn't enough. For my lola alone, we have to spend for her check-ups, pricey medications and laboratory tests, and for us, the groceries and other miscellaneous. These are crucial things. And it's becoming more difficult now that we pawned most of our jewelries and they are pending to be redeemed or renewed this month. Plus me, I have to prepare for a costly printings on my exhibit forms as I UN-enthusiastically prepare for the upcoming review for our PNL Exam on December. At one moment, I feel like I really want to give up. 'Cause if I could, I would have just stop pursuing this rubbish preparations and get myself a job. I want to earn and then enroll myself in a course that I've been dying to take when I was in high school. It is my frustration now. But then I always end up blaming myself for being too obedient to them that I gave up my dream and my brilliant plan (that's what I thought before). Nevertheless, I also blame them for setting such high expectations even I couldn't imagine if I can make it. I suck at making decisions for myself, that's why they just boss me around, dictating me to do this and that. They even want to rule my own happiness. I mean, kulang nalang sila ang maghahanap ng mapapangasawa ko. I don't want that to happen. I'm so happy with my partner now.And so, now that I'm unemployed, unhappy with what's happening in our lives, and almost in the verge of giving up, how can they patch it up and make me happy again? [minus the lovelife. I'm in charge with my lovelife]. I can't just live with their promises that being a nurse (someday) would make me happy. Do you think that filling up a patient's chart, preparing meds, and doing nursing procedure makes me the happiest person on earth? I may be satisfied, but not happy. I could give them a happy and wealthy life without making myself suffer. *i think i just stabbed myself* *dropsdead*

I want Mass Communication. If only I had taken it before, I don't have to do loads of typing stuff, chasing clinical instructors, queuing in offices, traveling to provincial hospital just for an effin' signature and when you get back in the city, you realized you put the dot (.) in wrong places and have it edited and reprinted, then getting reprimands from the dean. In Mass Comm., after graduating, all you have to do is prepare to claim your transcript of records and authenticated diploma, prepare loads of resume and GET A JOB!!!!

*SLAPS MYSELF*

i hate this part right here

 

image from here

I hate endings, especially when the sem is about to end. Why? Because it is the season where almost all of my things get lost and/ or damaged. How'd you like that? I don't know if i'm being careless or  those things just got their brains and walk away. What irritates me more is when that something is just borrowed. really. I can't handle things like this anymore. I want to give up and wish those weren't really lost; they;re just misplaced and then i can find them on the next hour.

I'm calling out to gods and goddesses of the lost things to return them to me. I NEED IT BADLY!!!

oh, forget it!

forget what i said about perfect relationship has flaws. i kinda agree to that but not this time.
just before i officially ended my day in the outside world, he's just too kind to ruin it! GED!

after the hugs and kisses...

we fought...

and i chased after him...


then eventually made-up...

yet i'm uncertain...as always...

Deliverance

"a kiss: sometimes you would never expect who'll give it to you next."

Sometimes, not all holidays started with a sweet hello. Regrets and miserable mistakes may win the finish line before the summer has started. I never thought you could be the one who'll bring me in this kind of desolation. However, I'm in between satisfaction and heartache; loyalty and infidelity; fantasy and misery; pride or forget it. I don't know which one to choose.

We imbibed the bitterness of liquor down our throat until you faltered and left the table for good. I was a bit giddy and tried to escape the suffocation from the smoke of cigarettes. I searched for the breeze of the sea. There, I found peace. I feel isolated and alone; it’s what I wanted- be alone. My toes combed the sand of the shore and tickled me for a relief. I wandered my eyes for light. And there beneath the lamp post, I saw you leaning on it, like a drunkard held by a sober barman. You slowly slid your back downward until your butt hit the ground softly. Your melancholic atmosphere lured me to come closer to you. Hesitant, I still drew myself nearer. I heard you whimpered; not so typical of you. You shot a stare at me looking mad and about to attack. I was surprised as I turned my back and tried to walk away when I heard you called my name. I never thought you would still remember me despite of your intoxication. I can see the tears glimmer and obviously making your eyes blur. I can feel the immensity of the emotion around you.

We were standing under the perfect sphere of pale moonlight. The waves were crashing the shore gently and the cool breeze was sweeping my hair out of my face as it wiped your tears to dry. There was a silent pause; but it's never dull. The chill was creeping down my spine as the distance between us grew shorter. It was unusual. The feeling's unusual; somewhat new to me. I could never imagine myself in a spot where there's only you and me. We haven't been alone for a minute; neither stared at each other for a long time. We don't even bothered to talk about anything. And now I'm stuck, and seemingly unable to move, in front of you.

“Why not me?” That mumbled question coming from your mouth left me immobile in an instant. And before I knew it, I have tasted the liquor on your tongue and the warmth of air we shared on that stolen moment. And for that hasty bliss, I forgot the one who held my heart. The one who trusted me; the one who kept his faith in me; the one I told I would love him until my last breath; the one who used to be the friend of this one who made my eyes closed for a moment.

At the end of the day, bashful smiles traced the guilt on our faces. A bleak memory of a good amity started the fete of vacation for the two incompatible hearts that cannot be matched at their crooked cranny lines.

ship-wreck

ANGST

He left me
Standing stiff and still,
Drenched under the rain
Disguising the tears
Rolling down my cheeks.
My eyes sored,
Red and flaming.
I bit my lip,
Regretting the kiss
He marked on it
Before he made me
Embraced goodbye.
I can do nothing now.
I can't even punch the air.
My fingers are still curled
Into a fist.
I can't move.
I stood here frozen.
Cold. Mad. Blinded.

REGRET

I walked away

After I kissed her.

No turning back

Just to see her cry

Under the rain.

I left her for nothing;

It's a wrong choice

To choose. So wrong.

I can't dare to change

my mind, really.

I am scared.

I'm not brave enough

To say I'm sorry.

I can't even puch the air

But my fingers are in a fist.

I walked on.

I can't look back.

I'm numb. Cold.

Lost and gone.