Good Enough

I will not be held liable for what I post here.
I don't talk much but that doesn't mean I don't have something to say. Don't even know what brought me here, I guess I woke up one day and as I shower I decided to make a Tumblr account and voilà!. But what does one do here anyway?

Thomasian CPA. Potterhead. Whovian. TV series aficianado. Anxious writer. Frustrated rapper. Careless ranter (whut?) Takot sa multo.

hindi po ako emo.. maniwala ka man o hindi masayahin talaga ako.. and I hope to bring you good vibes. Smile!
Recent Tweets @irenztoo

There once was a group of three. They were inseparable. From breakfasts to lunches and late dinners, they were always together. They breezed through rough seasons together. From north to south, they have seen places. They’ve shared a number of beers and cigarettes and stories and memories. They were happy as it is.

First and Second fell in love. They did so in secret. Under the table hand-holding, cryptic messages and even Morse code; they did everything just to harbor what they feel. Third had no clue.

First and Second were in love. That’s what First thought, but First was wrong. Second didn’t fall all the way. All the while, it was Third who fell, deeply, for First. First had no clue.

Third told First a number of times. First said sorry the same number of times that the feeling is not mutual. Third fell into depression, this time. Second wandered farther away. First was left alone.

First cut-off Second and Third. Second seems happy now but still feels guilty at the sight of First. Third is moving on, slowly, but is getting better. Second and Third are clueless as to what happened with whom. They are okay. First knows all, so he is still alone.

And the group of three is no more.

;

If my feelings for you were punctuation marks, it’ll be a semi-colon.

escafeism:


You ignored me. And it hurts. A lot. The way you disregard those messages I sent. I hate it. The times whenever I saw you online but never put a single “hi” or “hello” in my chat box. It’s killing me in the bones. Those moments we got across and I just smiled at you but you never showed any response like I was smiling at air. I feel so dumb. You treated me like stranger. You took me for granted. And now, questions are bombarded inside my mind. Like why? Why do you treat me like nobody? Why do you never recognize my existence? How about the efforts I put on. The efforts became scraps. All of my hopes became rubbish. Why was your heart so numb?
It’s time for some revenge.
I really wish I can ignore you the way you ignore me. But I can’t. If I could have the chance to hurt you like the way you did to me, I’ll grab it. But I know, I can’t because I love you and I can’t take to hurt the one who once made me feel in love and smile. There would be so many ways to have my own revenge. I can love other person to make you feel the regrets of letting me go. I can do silly things to ruin your image to others. But I am not that kind of person. Maybe the best thing that I can do is just move on and smile. In this way, I can show you that I can go on with my life without you, that I can smile and laugh without you. In future, I know that I can and I will.

escafeism:

You ignored me. And it hurts. A lot. The way you disregard those messages I sent. I hate it. The times whenever I saw you online but never put a single “hi” or “hello” in my chat box. It’s killing me in the bones. Those moments we got across and I just smiled at you but you never showed any response like I was smiling at air. I feel so dumb. You treated me like stranger. You took me for granted. And now, questions are bombarded inside my mind. Like why? Why do you treat me like nobody? Why do you never recognize my existence? How about the efforts I put on. The efforts became scraps. All of my hopes became rubbish. Why was your heart so numb?

It’s time for some revenge.

I really wish I can ignore you the way you ignore me. But I can’t. If I could have the chance to hurt you like the way you did to me, I’ll grab it. But I know, I can’t because I love you and I can’t take to hurt the one who once made me feel in love and smile. There would be so many ways to have my own revenge. I can love other person to make you feel the regrets of letting me go. I can do silly things to ruin your image to others. But I am not that kind of person. Maybe the best thing that I can do is just move on and smile. In this way, I can show you that I can go on with my life without you, that I can smile and laugh without you. In future, I know that I can and I will.

(via ohpatrick)

As always, I’m at a fork. Staying or leaving. It is a decision that I, like everyone in our batch, keep putting off. Even during the busy season it has always been at the back our heads, a thought that never goes away but is often unentertained. This time is different. This time it begs to be entertained. It is demanding an answer: yes or no?

Another year older.

(Clichés are coming)

I guess it’s true that as you live longer in this world, birthdays tend to be more quiet and ordinary like it’s just another day. This year I chose to celebrate my naming day here at home in the province so you can say I had it coming; knowing that there is still no power.

So before we are enveloped in total darkness and my battery begins to die, I want to thank everyone who remembered and sent their greetings despite the circumstances. Universe, you never fail to remember and notice me at least annually and, sarcasm aside, thank you for giving me the darkest and simplest birthday this year. I didn’t ask for it but it is just what I needed.

(On the upside, I’ll get to blow out about a dozen candles later yey! More wishes! And since the sky is starting to clear, your stars will be that much brighter.)

For happiness, cheers!
🎉📦🍷

Impending goodbyes are loathsome. You don’t know who will say it first or if it is going to be said at all. All you know is that whether or not it’s been uttered, someone who has made a difference, good or bad, is gone and will be surely missed. Things are just not the same after that.

Attachments are a bitch when it’s time to say goodbye. I hate this part right here.

18 plays
Sam Smith,
In the Lonely Hour (Deluxe Edition)

Although, I feel, you are still the reason why my heart skips a beat; I’ve decided to wander off outside of that consciousness in this lonely hour

My mind runs away to you in an effort to escape the reality of what is. With a thought I hope you’ll seehow things are and how things could have been or how things will be, I’m stepping beyond my comfort zone, going out of the limb to find the next The One who’ll find what I’ve lost. I can’t see where it’s wandered to but I know where it wants to be.

So sick of this lonely airbeen breathing it in and out for what feels like forever now. I keep on putting a happy face so you won’t feel like you’ve destroyed me although that is true. I said ‘I’ll just have to make it today’ and keep on it the next day. Inhale then exhale, it seems like a waste of breath.So much that I need to share,with no one to share it to; so much to get off my chest. 

I’m waiting patiently, though time is moving slow,for I know this is the only way you’re going to make it to me. Until you arrive, I have a vacancy and I wanted you to know that ‘You’re the one, designed for me.’In random circumstance, we haven’t met yet but I would like to believe that, in this very moment, there is a distant stranger, that I will completeand will complete me because right now I’m almost irreparably broken. I know you’re out there I am out here too. If by chance we meet tomorrow I’ll shape my pieces to match yours and show you we’re meant to be.It’s bad now. but it will not always be, you and I will see. So keep your head up, and make it to me.

By @jakeyalmighty “Conquered the adventure of a lifetime! #SurvivorDavao #EJsversusICs #auditlife”