Floating Kites

Yes, it’s a song. And it’s the same song I’ve been hearing in my head all day since the morning when I was taking a shower.

Okay, I know I sucked with the performance but Black Eyed Peas was right because this night had been a good night :)

(January 26th)

I want you to be

Aggressive but careful

Wild but gentle

And random but thoughtful.

questoeilmiomondo:

ainj-ology:

questoeilmiomondo:

Oh my gaaah, ANGEL LIA LANDICHO. Watch it now.

Although, I watched it alone.. in my room.. with only my ever so faithful Ice Cream at hand.. i just know it’s a movie date night waiting to happen! I say, call your baby boy right now. Haha!

Haha. I wouldn’t want to watch it alone, but now’s not the best time to “call my ‘baby boy’” :(

Okay, now I just feel so bad. Do you need a hug, baby girl? :) For what it’s worth, you’re like the baby sister I never had! So don’t be all emo and shiz.. kasi even though I have no idea what’s going on.. I get sad nevertheless. Haha Sorry I just had to say it.

Oh and thank you for saying “I wouldn’t want to watch it alone” because that just made everything EVEN. I had better days, Angel. Better days :| Haha

Thank you, Sam! You are the most thoughtful and sweetest <3 This and the hug made me feel a lot better. Thank you! :)

What is wrong with the world today? Why does everybody seems to be so obsessed with love?

One moment you’re feeling so giddy and excited and happy. The next thing you know, you’re feeling chest aches and nausea and tears on your cheeks and you can’t do anything about it because no  kind of alcohol or drug can cure it.

If tears are the product of lacrimation (crying) to clean and lubricate the eyes, is it possible that it can wash away pain and sorrow, too? Oh, I certainly hope so.

questoeilmiomondo:

Oh my gaaah, ANGEL LIA LANDICHO. Watch it now.

Although, I watched it alone.. in my room.. with only my ever so faithful Ice Cream at hand.. i just know it’s a movie date night waiting to happen! I say, call your baby boy right now. Haha!

Haha. I wouldn’t want to watch it alone, but now’s not the best time to “call my ‘baby boy’” :(

I didn’t stick with the plan. I was suppose to write an essay, thus, I am tinkering with my photos. Nice. Very nice.

Oh, well. I still have the whole night and the morning tomorrow to work on it, anyway.

Yes, it is, well, almost. Today is a G-R-E-A-T day! I didn’t have to talk and humiliate myself in class. I just listened. I didn’t have to look and pretend to read the given hand-outs. I did not have to fidget every time he calls a random name. I just sat. Listened. Laughed a little. And became perfectly comfortable for the first time.

Whew… Thank you, Sir! More Saturday miracles to come. :)

I saw her again this morning—that old woman I rode with once in the jeepney. She was wearing a dress. A kind of dress an aged filipino woman wears (I know, stereotyping). She has short dark brown hair with greyish highlights, droopy eyes and a frown. She looked so sad and… so alone. I hate seeing old people like that. I don’t know, but I get emotional and I feel pity when I see one.

She tried to talk to a woman beside her by tapping her arm (I was sitting in front of her). The woman ignored her the first time and then she tapped again. The woman looked and sounded very irritated. I didn’t understand what the old woman said.

But the woman just nodded and immediately looked away.

I felt uncomfortable so I decided to look out the window. After a while, she got her purse and pulled a twenty peso bill out of it ever so slowly. Her hands were shaking. After a couple more seconds she put the bill back in (she was probably just counting how much money she has).

Every second or two she would pull herself up to sit straight. The mere act of it looked very difficult for her to do.

All the while, I kept on staring at her. Don’t ask me, I have no idea why I did that. It just really feels sad.