Janelle Inah Pangilinan Fronda.

An ECE student.

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“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”

Audrey Hepburn (via always-and-forever-mine)

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Lahat daw ng bagay na nangyayari sa atin, mabuti man o masama, kasalanan daw natin. Noong una ko itong nabasa parang walang sense pero ngayon gets ko na. Even the simplest, minute things, kasalanan natin.

Ate: han, wala pa akong wisdom tooth..

Kuya: pano pagnagka wisdom tooth ka at naging wise ka na at narealize mo hindi mo pala ako mahal..

Ate: ah, e di ipapabunot ko nlng… ♥ ♥ ♥

Those times when he seemed perfect for everything and anything I want and need he provides. Those times, gradually are becoming unbecoming.

I just wanted to vent this shitty feelings I am feeling right now. This isn’t the first time to actually feel this, it is only now that I finally decided to somehow share because I can’t contain things anymore.

He promised. I damn believed. Things between us are always like this

In the pitch black darkness, I saw a star,

That one shining in heaven so lovely,

Though from here, you are thousands of miles far,

Your brightness never made me feel lonely,

Your radiance fills the heaven above,

And I have never seen this beautiful

A luminous creation that flies like dove,

That guides my journey on nights so fearful.

And gazes up my mood when I am sad,

The one that glows and sparks to set me free,

When nightfall comes behind the flight of bad

A distant flash, hints of yellow to see,

Ecstasy, satisfaction in my sight,

In the pitch black darkness, I saw the light.

“Ang itinakda ng tadhana sa’yo anak ay sasampal,

Gaano ka man magsumikap at magpagal.

At kahit talino pa iha…” sa boses na pagalgal

Nagwika ang aleng katabi kong nagdarasal.

Hinaplos niya ang palad ko noon at agad-agad

Mga kamalasang darating  isa-isa niyang inilahad,

“Kaginhawaan ng buhay sa baryo man o sa siyudad…”

Aniyang pagpapatuloy, “…ay huwag mo ng ihangad.”

Dinamdam kong husto mga negatibo niyang salita.

Ang dati kong kalakasan ngayo’y biglang humina,

Sa guhit ng palad ko ang ale ay nanghula,

Nalihis aking diwa ’pagkat ako’y napaniwala.

It’s hard to deal with things that only you can feel, can see and can hear. With things that no matter how you explain to others, they wouldn’t understand, worst is they wouldn’t believe. For even the truest word would become lie to others when not justified. But for me, I would just hold tight to what I know is true.

It was a twelve noon break of an ordinary day. I, starving myself, started to munch my lunch packed by my mom this morning. Though mingling with my classmates isn’t that too hard, I still managed to eat alone.

I immediately went to the comfort room after eating to wash my hands. As my usual routine, I need not to call someone to accompany me. The moment that the flushing sound of toilet stopped, I heard a cry –a girl’s cry. I, as if I didn’t hear the cry the first time, was stuck at that moment. I went outside the cubicle and checked the other cubicles to see where she was, thinking that she might be a friend who is shy to others seeing her crying outside.

I didn’t like this.  When I looked to see if there is someone who heard her too, there was no one here but me. I started to get scared for myself and convinced myself that it might be some rustles from the outside. Deep breathing, when I finally decided to go out, there she started crying again.

I ran outside, this time I was the one crying. I told my classmates about it and we all went back to the C.R. only to find out that they didn’t hear the girl there.  Only I could hear her.  I don’t know why, but I am never alone anymore.

And though I haven’t seen you, I know you were there, you’ll still be there

Eight months ago, I was still an active blogger (whatchamacallit).

I express what’s within me through online sites.

Pure emotional -loneliness.

I was still close with my classmates.

Didn’t give a shit to those thorns.

October 7,2011 at Galang 104. someone else’s offense yet seems to be mine.

October 7,2011 at Galang 104. someone else’s offense yet seems to be mine.