Saturday, 22 June 2013

Dainty Pink

  "Humas have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them - J.K. Rowling"     Giving you my readers a beautiful quote like this. I saw it from tumblr. I don't blog about fashion only. I want something literature thingy entry also. How I wish I have a Lit majors on my subjects. I can relate with thing quote very much especially when I was young. I did a lot of mistakes. I was like Elle Clemente hahaha joke not so harsh like her naman. I'm very grateful that yes I bumped into the right wall of life. Atleast hindi paurong ang pagtanda di'ba! I'm stronger and tougher than what people think and see from me. 

  I'm so excited for these coming days. I can't wait to have our Photoshoot with Ate April and ofcourse my little sister from another mother, Jen! All I have to do is to prepare myself for a free time and my savings as well. This is another major bonding i will love!

  Sweet 16 is my old favorite tv show at Etc? I forgot. Not sure. I think it's Starworld? HAHA HELP We should enjoy our teenage years that why I pulled of something girly girl in dainty pink today! Those are my old clothes from my imaginary walk in closet. I can still remember the first time I created an account here in blogger, I can't blog that much because I have no clothes to wear. Wala lang. Naglelevel-up talaga lahat ng tao even the whole world. It's Monday again tomorrow, 8-10 AM class at PE. So sad. I'll go home after since we still have 2 hours break! My ass needs some rest! Haha. Yeah, wait! I just wanted to share something inspiring I got from tumblr also. It's a reblogged text from Julia Baretto. It's so........ omg judge it instead!

 The Types of People You Will Fall in Love With In Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell  

You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now

I fell inlove with these texts too. Thankyou so much for reading this blogpost. I hope you'll continue reading. If you haven't read my old blogposts, just see my blog archieves. Thankyou so much. I hope you're having a good time with me and my baby blog. I love you my readers!  Virtual hugs! xo P.S. I'm planning to change my name, I mean I want to use my nickname. What do you think of Patricia? I miss my old friends/ old relatives who call me that way. I'm hesitating at the same time because a lot of girls are sharing the same name "Patricia" hahaha what do you think?! Kleinel is calling me that way. I find it pretty cool. XD So call me Patricia now. Thankyou! :)