Friday, December 30, 2011

If only feelings had a delete button.

Once in a while, it hits you.

Once in a while, it really hits people that they don't have to experience the world in the way they have been told to. 
- Allan Keightley
From: You, Me and Charlie

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Transitions in life.

Transitions in life are usually marked by major events. Birthdays, graduations, weddings. But the greater transitions often come out of smaller moments. When we stop and look at where we are. Because each time we see how far we’ve come, we also see how far we still have to go. In order to fully transform, we might need to free ourselves of everything we’ve been holding on to. To spend us on our new path. The right one.But if, at the end, you find the person you’ve become is not the person you want to be, you can always turn around and try again.And maybe the next time, you won’t be so alone when it’s over.

- Gossip Girl

Got enemies?


Good things.

Nobody has to STOP.


Don't stop believing.

Hold on to that feeling.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Trust Life A Little Bit.


The time will come for the one to come and when that time comes, don't let them go.

Remember that the world is huge and if you let that someone go, you'll have to search the entire world to find them again.

If you've been terribly hurt before and it made you cynical toward the idea of love, please don't give up.

I haven't.

We don't have to.
There's always someone for everyone.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Paano Ka Ba Magiging Akin?

Paano Ka Ba Magiging Akin?
(Unang nalimbag ang akdang ito sa isyu 16 ng Philippine Collegian noong 15 Nobyembre 2011.)
ni Ninalyn Uy
Isa lang naman ang pamantayan ko sa paghahanap ng karelasyon: ikaw.
Pero siyempre bola lang ‘yun. Gusto ko lang kunin ang atensyon mo, dahil hindi ko alam kung magkikita pa tayo ngayong semestre. Nababaliw na nga ako sa kaiisip kung ano ang kahahantungan ng “love story” natin.


Malas mo dahil mahilig akong magbasa ng Tagalog pocket books at manood ng mga Asianovela. Mula sa mga tauhang sinubaybayan ko, alam kong kapag nakuha ng isang babaeng hindi nagsusuklay at hindi naliligo pero kaiba at mukhang madiskarte ang atensyon ng isang lalaki, posibleng maging sila.

Kung bakit mo ba kasi pinipitik ang mga daliri mo sa harap ng mukha ko sa tuwing nagkakasalubong tayo. Lagi mo pa akong kinakalabit, at kahit na sitahin pa kita ng pinakamalulutong na mura, ngumingiti ka lang at tahimik na tumatawa. Tapos bigla kang magsisimula ng mga usapang may kinalaman sa akin—kung saan ako nag-hayskul, ano ang binabasa kong libro, kung masaya ba ako.
Buwisit na buwisit ako sa klase natin last sem, pero isa ka sa mga dahilan kung bakit hindi ako nag-drop. Kahit na naririnig kitang tumatawa mag-isa sa tuwing napapahiya ako sa recitation, at kahit panay ang turo mo sa akin tuwing nagtatawag si Prof ng volunteer, okay lang sa’kin.

Kasalanan mo kung bakit bigla kong pinag-isipan nang mabuti kung ano ang ilalagay kong profile picture sa Facebook. Kasalanan mo kung bakit napadalaw ako sa ukay-ukay nang mag-isa para lang, oo, mag-shopping. Nabasa ko kasi ang payong ito sa Internet: If someone’s flirting with you, please cooperate. Oo, walang biro. Pati mga payo sa internet, pinatulan ko na.

Hinanap rin kita sa Internet, akala mo. Nagbasa ako ng mga blog entry kung saan binabanggit ang pangalan mo; inalam ko kung sinu-sino ang common friends natin na posibleng magpalalim sa kung ano mang meron tayo. Pinagtanong kita sa mga kaibigan mo at lahat sila, nagkakasundong mabait ka nga.

Urong-sulong ka rin kasi. Hindi ka masyado assertive sa pakay mo sa’kin, kung mayroon man. Sa dami ng mga pagkakataong nag-usap tayo, hindi mo hiningi ang number ko kahit kailan. Hindi naman ako madamot sa “oo.” Hinihintay ko lang na gumawa ka ng first move. Nang tinawag mo ako noong huling araw ng klase natin para sabay tayong maglakad, nag-usap lang tayo’t naghiwalay na parang talent ni Kim Chiu sa pag-arte: wala lang.

Siguro nga wala naman talaga ako sa‘yo bukod sa isang kaklase. O marahil naghahanap ka lang ng Ate. Siguro kapag nagkita tayo ulit, tatango ka lang at bahagyang ngingiti pero hindi ka lalapit para makipag-usap. Kaiba ka rin kasi. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit pero sa‘yo lang talaga ako natutuyuan ng laway at napapangungunahan ng duda at kaba. Siguro kasi sa lahat ng nagustuhan kong lalaki, ikaw lang ang hindi celebrity.

Sakaling makilala mo ang sarili mo sa akdang ito, alam mo naman kung saan ako maaaring puntahan o kausapin. At huwag kang mag-alala—hindi pa rin ako madamot sa “oo.” Aanhin ko naman ‘yun. ●
SOURCE: http://www.philippinecollegian.org/paano-ka-ba-magiging-akin/

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Best MashUp Everrr :)


I don't really like Adele. She bores the hell out of me but somehow this Glee mash-up had me singing her songs over and over. LOL. Not to mention this episode is by far the best Glee episode. :)

I just had to share it.

Naya Rivera nailed it. End of story.

It's 2011 and I'm talking about Rizal

Yeah. It kind of changed my life in many ways. Haha.

I have always been amazed of Dr. Jose Rizal's life story, his political views and the way he sees the world in general but I didn't expect that it was possible to admire him more.

Maybe I blame it on my Rizal professor for not inculcating it in me - how wonderful Rizal's family is. During my last year in college, I have learned about him and a few things about his family.

Reading this column of Ambeth R. Ocampo last November 15th, it kind of made like to go back to my Rizal subject days and if I could, I would ask my professor so many things about Rizal's family. It is no secret how heroic and intelligent Rizal was but this column gave me answers why and how Rizal became who he was and how we have known him.

It's amazing. The stories that were mentioned were a gist of what happened to his family after he got shot and died in Bagumbayan. After reading it, I smiled upon thinking that if Rizal changed our country and the world to a certain extent, just imagine how his heroics changed the lives of his family - those who were there when he was starting to realize he wasn't like the others; the people who shared the same blood and the ones who influenced and inspired him to do what he had done.

It's nice to think that you can still make an impact to people even long after you died.

I could honestly swear I'm not the most nationalistic person you'll meet. I'm the one who would suggest and would rather live in the States because it excites me but I admire this man. I admire this man not because his birthday and death date are celebrated as holidays but because it's 2011 and he still changed the way I see some aspects of this world.

I give credit to the Ocampo, he's the one who wrote this after all.

I'm 21 and it's been ages but Rizal still was able to make an impact in my life. Before, when I was asked: if ever given the chance to talk to someone from the past, who would it be? It was simple for me, I answered Mahatma Gandhi - he's one of the biggest influences of my upbringing.

But now I think, if ever given the chance... Gandhi can wait. I need to talk to my hero first.


Looking Back
Rizal as teacher and pupil
Ambeth R. Ocampo
(Inquirer)


Last weekend I accompanied the Reading Association of the Philippines on a pilgrimage to Dapitan. Since most of the members were teachers, I advised them to soak in the atmosphere of the place and appreciate being able to literally tread the ground Jose Rizal walked on during his exile there from 1892-1896. To me as a teacher, the most relevant artifacts on display were the original table and blackboard (actually just a slab of Philippine hardwood) that Rizal used in his makeshift school for boys there. Everything else in Dapitan is a reconstruction of the original structures that once stood there. Thus, Dapitan, like Emilio Aguinaldo’s eccentric mansion in Kawit, is one of my favorite historic sites because it has not changed much since our heroes lived there.

Dapitan was a social laboratory where Rizal put most of his ideas into action: he improved the town plaza and landscaped the ground with a relief map of Mindanao—a map that exists to this day; he taught the Dapiteños how to fish with a net and gave them their first taste of fluffy bread; he opened a sari-sari store, a school, and learned more about mangkukulam and herbal medicine in his effort to improve public health; he built a water supply system, tried his hand at the abaca- and brick-manufacturing business; he tilled the land and tended fruit-bearing trees on an estate bought from his winnings from the lottery.

This is the Rizal that people have to re-discover in order to make him relevant to modern times. Rizal did not just write the “Noli me tangere,” the “El Filibusterismo,”  and the “Ultimo Adios,” he wrote much more for a nation that does not read. Each time I go to Dapitan I re-read his letters to his family for here we see a plain Rizal, a Rizal without the overcoat, a Rizal who is heroic, although at the time those letters were written, he was yet to be executed to become a “National Hero” later.
Anyone who reads the Rizal family correspondence will discover his nine sisters like Narcisa Lopez, his favorite, whose nickname Sisa is immortalized as a tragic character in the “Noli.” Sisa wrote him on Feb. 27, 1886, saying: “I suppose you don’t know yet that I’m now the mother of six children. In this letter you will see the names of the three older ones (in their own handwriting), and of the last ones, the older was Isabel, the deceased one, and the two, one girl and one boy, are called Consolación and Leoncio López, who is as fat as a melon. The children of Sra. Neneng are three: They are called Alfredo, Adela and Abelardo. Olimpia’s shortly will be three, like Sra. Neneng’s. The two who are not here are called Aristeo and Cesario; the older one called  Aristeo, what a lively boy he is! His godfather is Sr. Paciano. He will be a useful boy when he gets older. At the age of two, he already knows a great deal. He is the only consolation of our parents, I tell you, because when you see this child, even if you are angry, you will be obliged to laugh, he is so funny.”

Based on the above and the fact that Rizal came from a brood of 11 children, one can only wonder what his stand would be on the RH bill   had he lived today. His large family was a constant ray of sunshine when he was homesick in Europe, and we can only imagine what joy Rizal got from letters. Another sister, Lucia Herbosa, in a letter dated Nov. 13, 1882, described a son born to her in 1882, whom they named Jose: “I amuse myself with José’s ear, which is like yours. I tell you that it is really like yours, but I pray that the likeness does not stop there, but that he may have your disposition, your goodness and diligence in good works.”
In July 1886 Lucia’s husband wrote Rizal about their daughter Delfina who was suffering from “a little inflammation of (the) eye, which is the cause of her absence from school. What a pity she did not become a boy! She is bright and very studious. Her mother is always telling her not to read because her inflammation might worsen, but she is so hardheaded.” Imagine, a child insistent on reading! Twelve years later, in 1898, Delfina would assist Marcela Agoncillo in Hong Kong in the sewing and embroidering of the first Philippine flag.
Even Paciano, Rizal’s older brother, was concerned about education, asking Rizal in July 1886: “Furnish me with information of the best   schools there. We have many nephews, most of them promising. It is a pity that these ones should fall into the hands of teachers who teach unwillingly and do so only for show. It is true that they inculcate in children very sane principles, such as fear and humility, the first being the beginning of wisdom and the second of apostolic and civic virtue, but it is also true that fear and humility lead to dullness.” Rizal replied that “children are not allowed to be themselves, to make noise or to play. Instead, they are made to recite the rosary and novena until the poor youngsters become very sleepy and understand nothing of what is going on. Consequently, when they reach the age of   reason, they pray just as they have prayed when they were children without understanding what they are saying; they fall asleep or think of nonsense. Nothing can destroy a thing more than the abuse of it, and praying can also be abused.”

We must not forget that the Philippines’ National Hero was not born great, he evolved over time, developing as a hero amid interaction with his family.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Hello Cold World, Paramore.

 

Hello Cold World
 Paramore

I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel like running through the walls
I'm overjoyed, I'm undecided, I don't know who I am
Well maybe I'm not perfect, at least I'm working on it

22 is like the worst idea that I have ever had

It's too much pain, it's too much freedom, what should I do with this?
It's not the way you plan it, it's how you make it happen

Yeah, it's how you make it happen


It's such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and I can't get out

So I'll just make the best of everything I'll never have
Such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and it's got me down
But I'll get right back up as long as it spins around
Hello cold world

Girls and boys keep lining up to see if they can measure up

They look good and they feel wild, but it won't never be enough
You say you're really hurting, at least you're feeling something

We can hope and we can pray that everything would work out fine
You can't just stay out on your knees, the revolution is outside
You wanna make a difference, get out and go and get it

Whoah, get out and go and get it


It's such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and I can't get out

So I'll just make the best of everything I'll never have
Such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and it's got me down
But I'll get right back up as long as it spins around
Hello cold world
Don't need my eyes open

Oh I, I just want to feel something

It's such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and I can't get out

So I'll just make the best of everything I'll never have
Such a cold, cold world (hello cold world) and it's got me down
But I'll get right back up as long as it spins around (spins around)

Takin' Time For Instagram.

My iPod is doing wonders in my life. :)

I found a new friend in this app called Instagram. Yeah. They're kinda cool.

Photos... well... not exactly photography (but it could be) or maybe it's those nostalgic photos - they're kind of my cup of tea so, yeah. I'm kind of liking it.

Stop Eating Lobsters, Mommy. Lobsters are secret agent babies.


 Reaching Out.


If you could change anything, what would it be?
Saw this one on my way to work. 


Summerly.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Dreams, We All Have Them

Browsing through my archives, I saw this one. I saw it inside my NOV 2010 folder and, yeah, I figured I wrote this way back last year when I was still that kid who knew how to write. LOL.

I remember originally writing this for my FEU Advocate column but since there was another issue that came upon me that time, this one never got published. It's funny how it felt reading it just about a while ago. Man, my heart was too fragile way back then. Try reading it. Oh God.


Dreams, we all have them

Scratch Line


When your dreams come true, who would you want to be next you?


            I guess it’s just normal for a graduating student to, out of a random moment, suddenly think about what the future holds for her. By saying future, I do not mean year 3001, but future meaning, the real world.


            From previous years I have seen friends or cousins graduate and then learn that they’ve found a job, earning money for themselves and for their family. And also over the years, I have seen friends succeed. I have witnessed friends come on top of their careers.


            But one thing I have always hated witnessing is when friends have everything and still not be happy about it.



            Then on one random night, as I searched though my recent posts in Facebook, I read a friend’s status update that said: “There are five things a person needs to be happy: some work, some food, some friends, some fun, and someone.”


            It was a bit mushy but I thought it made it sense. Thoughts suddenly came flashing and remembered the friends I have been talking about earlier. I realized, just about then, that yes, you may have everything but without anyone to share it with, it is as good as nothing.


            As a grade school student, I dreamt of being a doctor, save lives. In junior high school, I wanted to be a Cheerdancer but as I reached Senior High, I then wanted to be a director.



            And as of the moment, I have many things in mind that I want to become after I graduate. I want to work for New York Times, be a team Manager for any college basketball team, be a photographer, an events manager. I want to watch Maria Sharapova live in French Open, see Paramore perform live, tell Charice Pempengco how much I’m proud of her. Some are really random, some are long-term goals but all of which are attainable and they are what I call my dreams.



            I know achieving some of it would take me to a rough road, full of temptations to go back and shut the door of all possibilities. But my answer is no, I won’t go back because I have decided to take a few people with me.



            Not sure who they are yet, but if ever, I want someone who knows me very well –

the one who knows my weaknesses and yet still believe in my strengths even if they are not obvious.


            I would also like to take someone who is honest enough to tell me what my mistakes are even if it hurts me a thousand times and more. I would also take with me someone who will keep reminding me of my goal because at times, I tend to forget them. Also, someone who would be willing to catch me once I fall and say “Hey! Stand up, we still have a long way to go.”


            Someday, school, which I call the Preparation Stage, will soon have to end. And all of us will be facing the next phase, which I call the Application Stage.


            Though the people surrounding us may cause trouble and pain, we all know that we are less of a person without them. And in a world of power and odds, it pays to have some people to be with ‘til the end.


            You may chose or fate may give one to you, but once you see and decide who you want to be there when your fantasies come to life, never let them walk away. Family, friends, special someone – whoever it may be, remember that some birds don’t come back after you have let them fly away.


            Graduating or not, ask yourself. Reflect. When your dreams come true, who would you want to be next to you?

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

If it wasn't for Lea Michele's tweet, I wouldn't have found out that Kelly Clarkson has released her album. Yeah, and I call myself a fan of KC. Anyway, so yesterday, as eager as I was, I listened to all of Kelly's new songs in her latest album.

 And, for crying out loud, I was so jumpy when I heard this song.

What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)
Kelly Clarkson



You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in color
And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me
Think you've had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that I'd come running back
Baby, you don't know me, 'cause you're dead wrong

[chorus]
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone

[bridge]
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself, and I
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

You heard that I was starting over with someone new
They told you I was moving on, over you
You didn't think that I'd come back
I'd come back swinging
You tried to break me, but you see

[repeat chorus]

[repeat bridge]

Thanks to you I got a new thing started
Thanks to you I'm not the broken-hearted
Thanks to you I'm finally thinking 'bout me
You know in the end the day you left is just my beginning
In the end

[repeat chorus]

[repeat bridge x2]

I'm not alone

Saturday, October 15, 2011

On happiness


I found this on my very personal folder of stuff I've written in the past. This is unfinished. I have found many unfinished stuff. Now I wonder how come I never finished them.

"People are unhappy because they are looking in the wrong places to be happy."

This was the message of the pastor when I went to church just the Sunday before my graduation day. It wasn't the first time I heard it, I heard it a couple of times already. And maybe I believed it all my life but I just can't put it into words.

We all want to happy - this is one thing I am very certain about. We find it in between talks and chat with friends, laughing at jokes, watching out favorite TV series, listening to our favorite music artist.
The family person can define happiness as a day out with the family or a even just a meal together. The grade conscious college student defines happiness as a "one" in the major subject. The extremes define it a cliff dive or a mountain hike. The travelers would define it as Paris or Hawaii.

But at the end of the day, everyone defines it a simple smile in the face before you sleep thinking, "I am where I'm supposed to be."
 
At that, I am asking you. Are you where you're supposed to be?

In life, we’re bound to accomplish three things: we’re born, we die and in between... that’s what we have to figure out as we go on.

I guess, happiness is not a destination. You don’t have to go find and search for it, all your life thinking that happiness is something big. I believe that more than anything, happiness is a state of mind. It’s a certain kind of vibe that comes from self-fulfillment.

I would have wanted to finish it but I dunno how. I can't remember how happy I was when I decided to write about it. Maybe someday, I can complete this thought.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Renegade (Paramore)


I'm so excited for this.


Seriously.


Paramore.

Ugly

This is still my favorite story to share.

I kind of stumbled upon it online and it changed my life, really. :)

This is probably the nth time I'd be sharing or posting this but it could change your life, too.

UGLY
- Anonymous

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. “I must be hurting him terribly,” I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.

Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.

It was time to give my all to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Hell Was Full, So I Came Back.


I lost count but all I know is that I've been gone too long.

I mean, seriously, I missed writing/blogging/babbling so much. There were various times I forced myself to actually wordify (read: verbalize) something but I just can't. It's either I end up with a blank page or an unfinished thing.

Before I graduated college, I wrote stuffs... non-stop. I felt like a factory of write-ups and articles and stuff and then I woke up and poof! I lost it.

I nearly ran for my life. No, yeah, that was exaggerated but I was scared to not be able to write again. Aside from my enormous singing talent (read: kidding), the only thing I have that I could call my God-given talent is my ability to passionately write about something and make it significant. To write is one thing but to get your message across people and to make them feel what you actually feel is something I had always wanted to do. So, when I kind of lost it, I kinda freaked out. Then, I gave up.

I stopped pushing myself to write again. I even loathed writing only that it was too ironic because my job requires writing a lot (read: copy writer). Well, to explain that, let's just say, my job doesn't require feelings - the stuff that I'm used to writing about requires a lot of those. So, there's a difference between my job and my gift. To stay on the good track with my job, I only need to be good in grammar and construction and maybe a little creativity. But with the things I used to write about, it required knowledge about life and loads of feelings, experiences and other things that you don't learn inside the secluded four-corners of an office.

I stopped asking questions. I stopped seeking for answers. I stopped observing. I stopped looking at things. For once in my life I had experienced not having a life. And it sucked. BIG TIME.

It sucked so bad that when I faced the mirror I told myself, get a life, bitch. But that's the farthest I've gone. I only told myself to get a life but never really did anything to actually get one.

Good thing about the concept getting tired, I got tired eventually. I got tired of not being able to do the one thing I have always loved to do. I got tired of not having a life because it sucked. And I got tired of everything that sucks, so yeah. I knew I had to move forward.

Some might think I'm exaggerating about losing my will to write. But you probably won't ever understand unless you have experienced losing something that makes you feel alive. It's like breaking up only you don't get to break up with someone else - you break up with yourself; you break up with the part of yourself that you love and you know you'll never be the same again. It's like losing a part of you and your whole life will never be complete. Yeah, it's like that for me.

Lately, I have missed it. I missed writing so badly that I needed some kind of an event to push me and thankfully, October 1, 2011 did it for me. Something happened and while I was watching it unfold in front of me, my thoughts came rushing like... like water from top of the cliff or valley or something that would make up a waterfall. 

To be honest, it made me so happy. It made me so happy that recalling about it right now made my eyes tear up a bit. Oh well, I call myself dramatic for a reason.

But yeah, I thought I was going to hell but it was full so I had to come back. I had to come back because maybe, even Satan agreed that I still need to write a lot of stuff. I just hope I'd never have to go back on that same old slump. It sucks, really.
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