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Just finished! My crappy school girl vector art! Di ko nga alam kung ba't ganyan ang buhok haha bahala na :P

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sino may DDTank? Laro tayo! :)

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Uyy salamat ne'to HAHAHA! Mwuah <3 pengengpatatas

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Si Crush din kasali na! XD

para di ka malungkot, ito nalang isipin mo :)

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sunset <3

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good evening. Pa epal muna sa dash :)

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untitled by 有喵的生活 on Flickr.

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写真 2013-05-05 13 16 34 by ヤシマタクミ on Flickr.

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(by shabon*)

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在街角遇見蜷川實花。by (一人島嶼。)

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Good Morning!

Sorry for being really inactive. I am really busy with my school activities but hey, I'm free now. And semester break is near! Yaay~!

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My Tumblr, My book. That may sound a little awkard, but thinking of it makes me smile. My Tumblr blog is my diary, my journal, my notebook. I am a dreamer of becoming a writer. I read a lot, I write a lot. My dream is to write something worth reading, that many people would see and feel and learn from what I do.

I always wanted to write a simple paragraph, poem, a prose, a short story, I wanted to write a novel or a research paper. I was dreaming of having my own book. That is written from a draft, proofread by an editor, promoted by a publisher. I always wanted to get there at the top and see the beauty of being up there.

And I just realized my Tumblr blog is what I was dreaming of all those years. I became a writer, an editor myself, a publisher myself. Blogs aren’t printed but they are published online. The opportunity my blog gave me is the higher chance for my writings to be shared to others. My words, my sentences, my thoughts. I created a book of my life. A book that would describe me and my life.

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Do you even know how much it scares me when I see you laugh so hard at someone else’s jokes? Or when I see you enjoy the company of another person so much? Or when I catch you looking at someone like she is THAT interesting? Do you even know how much I fear being forgotten by you or losing you to someone else? Do you even notice how much I hate it when we are together and the day comes to a close, meaning we have to part ways? Do you even see how I try to avoid sleeping because I’m afraid that one day, I’d wake up and find that you don’t love me anymore? Do you even give the slightest care at how much these thoughts kill me?