EACH WORD

To write each word as if the whole piece cannot exist without it...


Love,

THE PAST

I am a lover of the past. Sometimes it works for me.. and most times against me.


Love,

LATE AS USUAL

I always aim at getting there on time-- that’s why I end up late as usual.


Love,

IN A DESERT

I can’t imagine myself living in a desert, even if I were the queen or something.


Love,

HOW LUCKY YOU ARE

Know how lucky you are to have parents who own a computer while some 50-year olds haven't even seen one.


Love,

REALLY

Ignorance is bliss. Really.


Love,

BEAUTIFUL AND HARSH

Words can both be beautiful and harsh.


Love,

WORRY EXCESSIVELY

I've always worry excessively about catching a serious illness like cancer. I'm even scared to write about it.


Love,

EMOTIONAL PLACE

The airport is one hell of an emotional place.


Love,

HUNDRED YEARS MORE

I wish God will give Lolo and Lola a hundred years more to live. I love them so much.


Love,

BEING NICE

Being nice to people doesn't guarantee that they will like you.


Love,

MYSELF LESS

I'm loving myself less, nowadays.


Love,

LIFE EXPECTANCY

Slow and intermittent internet decreases my life expectancy by 30 minutes.


Love,

IN A RAFFLE

She won 1 million pesos in a raffle. Unlike ten years ago, that's not going to last her a lifetime.


Love,

JUST A BABY

I know that you're just a baby and all, but exactly what part of "NO" don't you understand?


Love,

BEST ABS

He's got the best abs in the history of poverty and he's begging for alms?!?


Love,

THEIR OWN TIPS

I wonder if self-help book authors help themselves with their own tips?


Love,

SAVE EVERYBODY

K wants to save everybody.


Love,

CALM AND COLLECTED

He seems cool and collected everytime you get sick. I wonder what's really going on inside his mind?


Love,

START TRUSTING

I am a negative thinker and a worrier.. maybe I should start trusting GOD more.


Love,

LIKE A PERVERT

Blogging makes me feel like a pervert.


Love,

FIFTH BOX

Mama sent me a fifth box of ube piaya. I dont have the heart to tell her I dont eat ube piaya.


Love,

GROWN WOMAN

Being a mother to you makes me feel like a grown woman and a child at the same time.


Love,

 
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