It's her eyes that told me more than her words

Then I'll let you know.

Not being able to sleep and not eating are just the basics.

Sleeping but waking up is torture.

Because you don't know how to separate from someone you loved.

You can't even tell anyone else.

You're afraid that they'll think of them badly.

And so, you cry all by yourself.

We're over, we're finished.

But only memories of good times and love pop up.

The more and more you try to erase them, the longer the days get.

So it's like you're breaking up with them for 365 days.

But the thing that hurts the most, is that I don't think they're even thinking about me.

I'm doing this by myself.

That person has already forgotten all about me, and is now happy.

You really wish you were dead, but you don't have the courage, all because you're afraid that you won't ever get to see him again.

It's like that... when you break up.

That's your heart.

- Secret Garden (koreanovela)

Redemption is a booth where you get a free sachet of moisturizer in exchange for a receipt worth a thousand

What church do you go to? Maybe that's what I need.

My make me smile video

sucker punched

for one irrational moment,

you have these thoughts most people don't admit to having

that you love this place

where it's gloomy

where you restrict yourself

to feel only this certain level of sadness

because outside it

the slightest shift

will pull you deeper

and this, it becomes little cycles

inside a lifetime

going downward

until sadness

becomes

nothing

I am still under the impression that tumblr is for the lazy

So I'm keeping this blog, plus the tumblr.

http://joooann.tumblr.com

The movie's screenplay is the biggest insult to the novel's author

I mean it this way: 1 chapter into the book and I already put it into a fanfiction work. Is this how people get published these days? Really? It was a black (ink) on white (paper) telling, but where was the story?

So as I was pondering the literary crime the author committed, I saw the movie. It completely deviated from its book, that by the end the only common thing they have is their title: Beastly.

Justice served.

Just in case I have not been clear: If not for my abnormal want for closure, I would have closed the book after the first page. If not for @ActuallyNPH, I wouldn’t have finished the movie.

A fake

I do not appreciate individuals giving up their seat to me,
nor individuals offering to carry heavy things for me,
specifically individuals who are relentless in having you submit to their "genuine" care.
Then society expects me to accept graciously, smile and say thank you.
I will ask for comfort when I need it.

But as it is:

Let me stand in peace.

Let me carry the weight, which is mine.

Let's not don on some mask other than uninterested.

Or, as my twitter friend says, "I'll give you half of the peace sign."

The pig is my little brother

Brother pig, he stupidly concluded I got laid off from work because: 1) I went home carrying this huge bag and unpacked the contents of it in front of him 2) I was saying to Mama earlier that I am thinking of going on SL tomorrow. So there he was, teasing me like a kid (only his age says otherwise), saying things like,

• "ate 'di nga natanggal ka?",


• "ate kawawa ka naman" (sabay tawa)


• "ate patingin nga ako cheque mo"


• "ate naiiyak ka?"


• "ate nalulungkot ka?"

I played along, because he was really funny while doing all those things. But my undoing was when he said, "ate para sa iyo ito", then I saw him turning on the speaker and the following played "Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon, maibabalik ba ang kahapon..." Dun na ako humagalpak ng tawa. Stupid, really.

Tanong: Bakit takot tumawid ng kalsada ang mga hipon?

Sagot: Kasi accident prawn sila.

So, yeah

A curt reply to a comment will tell you absolutely nothing. 


This is me ranting on a good day.

Love comes in the form of fried chicken

Last week I text'd mama and told her, "Ma 'pag uwi ko luto ka fried chicken."

Weekend, when I got home the first thing I said to her, "Ma fried chicken."

Just now my nose picked up on the delicious smell of chicken being fried, I commented, "Mmmm ang bango naman nun." and she replied, "'Di atin yun."

Just now I asked her, "Ma anong ulam?", and she replied, "Wala, di naman nakapamalengke di ba?"

Just now I went to the kitchen, approached the stove, peeked into the pan and lo and behold, chicken pieces being fried.

Just now I returned to my room, walked to my mama and hugged her, just hugged her, and she smiled silly.

Kasi 'di kasya sa facebook wall

A love letter


@Ged Tajonera gone for a week... Alam ko inaaliw kita minsan, inaaliw mo rin ako minsan, tapos tatawa tayo with reckless abandon, then the world won't understand why (OP sila eh). Nagtabi na tayo isang gabi sa kama; naaninag na ang silhouette ng hubad na ******* through a shower door; nakapag-stroll na rin tayo sa park-like setting sa ilalim ng isang magandang buwan; 'pag may spaghetti na handog sa akin, tuwina hahatian kita; 'di ka touchy ah pero naisukbit mo na ang iyong kamay sa back pocket ng pantalon ko at ang akin rin sa iyo. At ngayon ako'y nababahala kasi akala ko kinuha ka na n'ya, hindi N'yang makapangyarihan kundi yung white lady, pabalik ng Sweden (mas nabahala ako na baka yung local version ng kinatatakutan natin, lugi ka teh kasi sa hukay ka aakayin nun). Tapos 'di ka man lang nagpaalam sa akin. What is this thing that we have?

Again, when you get back YOU BETTER HAVE SOMETHING TASTY FOR ME, food or non-food. 


with pagtatampo,
Jo

Anong gagawin mo

boy: sana di na lang nakasindi ang mga ilaw dito
girl: bakit?
boy: para tayo na lang mag-on

Alone

I may be open about superficial things, I might joke a lot and laugh, but I prefer keeping feelings inside where no one can trounce on them.