I love it!:)Words are the greatest secret I possess.
When I meet you, I do not speak.
That would say too much.
Instead, I simply watch as you move,
as you walk and wonder and tilt your head.
You, like every other human, lose interest quickly.
Somewhere in my head, I’m writing a story just for you.
You have…
Two Words: Cat Cafés!
They’re all the rage in Japan. Seriously.
Many people were there, their focus directed exclusively to one cat or another. They held them on their laps, sat beside them, stroked, patted, and murmured sweet nothings in their ears. All the while, the cats purred the deep purrs of creatures entirely satisfied with their lots in life. After a cup of coffee and brief interactions with three separate cats, my time was up, and I could now say I’d had the full cat café experience.
It wouldnt be surprising if this will trend even up to the Philippines, although gradually here. If it will be introduced from the West, it will be seen as a need. Cafes first and now teahouses.
(via fastcompany)
baby, stay right beside me always. and stop occasionally on fireworks, rainbows or under the rain.:) because this moments never last, but we will.
In your eyes I feel more beautiful, inside and out. Thank you for the 83 months I feel the most beautiful.:)
I love you.<3
bibi, while we share his music on one headset, will you come with me to watch him live? <3 i knew you would! hehe. :) #advancedhappy7thanniv.:)
Oh yes I will!:D :D :D
Sometimes the human mind can not explain how the heart feels..how it feels like it was pierced when hurt when emotion is actually at the brain.
Had I seen a bit of appreciation from the one who is dear to me, my physical and mental fatigue could not be eased away but perhaps, appreciated at least.
It’s hard to be an eagle and soar higher than the storm.
I can feel the storm.
I am in the storm.
Should I pray for people to learn to appreciate effort or for me to soar above the storm and feel nothing?
Either way is good.
But I am tired. I did my best out of what I know.
Anyone? Not now. Maybe later I can hear you all out.
does not matter what he wears.haha.:)
“Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”—
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them.” ― Mark Twain (photo via LSE Library)
(via bookmania)
In my youth group, we just started a new series called “Heart-less,” and it is about relationships and dating.
Tonight, one of the many things we touched on was that girls and guys are completely two different creatures. We are wired differently, and we live differently. But in a relationship,…
