Hello anon! Good evening! Hala, hindi ko maalala kung sino ka, thanks sa napakasharp kong memory, haha, pero tama ka, ganon talaga boses ko e tapos mahina pa kaya kapag sumigaw ako, parang salita niyo lang. Hahahaha. :D
Hello! Hala, nalungkot naman ako sa fact na matagal na tayong hindi nagkausap. Huhu. Sorry for that. Maybe we can start talking again, if it’s not too much to ask from you? :)) And wow thank you very much for that. You made me smile. :D
Hahaha. Hello anon! Wow, thank you very much! And sa pagsasalita ko, hahaha, ganoon lang talaga ako magsalita. Parang joke time, plus the sometimes crazy accent. Hahahaha. Magandang gabi! :D
Then why are you sad? Of course you can hug me anytime. :) Smile and hugs! >:D<
Dear anon, hahaha, nako, ikaw ang bahala, pero parang ang yabang ko naman kapag sinabi kong oo kasi as if ang daming nagkakacrush sa akin. Hahahaha. Pero sige, dali, para meron. <3 :D
Hello anon with an insertcodenamehere! Hahahaha. Grabe ka, hindi ako naniniwalang may blog na echs, kung ano man ang ibig sabihin niyan. I mean, iyan ang blog mo at nagtataglay iyan ng mga bagay na gusto mo, ng mga saluobin mo at ng iba pa, at isa iyon sa mga bumubuo kung sino ka. :DDD And wow, maraming maraming salamat sa pagkagusto sa pagbablog ko. Salamat. :D
Sayang, dapat kinausap mo ako and perhaps, a really tight huuuuug! :D Haha. Anyway, yeah, I’ll wait for that next time. Please always do take care. :)
Hello anon. Wow, thank you very much for that. It’s my honor to at least, become an inspiration to even just at least to a teen. Thank you, thank you. At wala namang kailangang ikahiya. Pakilala ka na. :)))
Hello AG. Yeah, tho, I really want to know who you are, or at least, know the barest possible things that I can ever know about you. At least, I know something about you, and maybe, we can start with that. Yeah, my whole body is aching yet, it’s all worth it. Not to mention my throat, which I guess, right now is having a massive coup. Haha.
I don’t know if I should be telling this, but I am freaking emotional right now and I am almost in the verge of my tears. Or no, I am already crying. It has been a pretty long tiring day for all of us, and I never expected anything after it, but after I opened my blog and read all the posts and the messages and tags and everything, my heart popped up. I feel both blessed and thankful at the same time. All those kind words, and gratitude. You know guys, you should not be thanking me for anything because I just did what I ought to did. Instead, I should be the one thanking all of you. I am tired and crying right now but I am really really really happy right now. It had been a long time since I had a good cry out of something good. Okay, I am always the cry baby at these kinds of things. Again, thank you very much. Thank you.
Sleeping is futile. I tried all sleeping position but sleep did not arrive. I also tried thinking of so many things, and not thinking, too, but I was not able to catch sleep. I tried. It is futile.
This brings me back to the times when I was too excited meeting my new batch of classmates in my primary and secondary school, my first day at my tertiary school or a competition or a field trip the following day. It is the same kind of excitement that keeps you awake all night.
And yes, it’s around 3:45 in the morning and I have to wake up at 4, but yeah, sleeping is futile. This is how excited I am for TSAMU 2013.
Good morning everyone! Have a great day ahead.
Peter Pan went back to Wendy’s room, like how he entered her life for the very first time sixty years ago. He suddenly felt pain again from a very long time.
He did not grow up because he kept himself in Neverland, enjoying time for he never grew old.
Yet Wendy, the lovely and beautiful Wendy he met before, the one who used to tell them fascinating stories, was there, lying on her white bed, asleep, weak. Her skin was already crumpled and soggy, as if life has left her. There was still her radiance but it was obviously dimmer, much dimmer than before.
She was dying.
And so Peter Pan kissed her cheeks. Wendy was still cradled in her sleep, maybe she’s dreaming about wonderful adventures and even, maybe, Peter Pan.
And so Peter Pan left. That’s the saddest part of never growing up, he said to himself. He would usually see the people he love dying and leaving the mortal plain. He got used to it.
Maybe, but not with Wendy, his first love. He realized that love does not need to be undying, or eternal, because no matter what, someone would leave in one way or another. He realized that what’s important in love is growing old together - going through thick and thin, living a life together.
But Peter Pan wanted to stay young and Wendy wanted to grow old. They both took their paths away even though they love each other.
As Peter Pan leave, Grim Ripper entered the room.
And Peter Pan never grew old.