keyyym asked: hi! :) i just want to say that you are really amazing! fell in love with your artworks already! and how you're completely creative. love it!

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You breaking my camera is like you breaking my heart.

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I have grown accustomed to the caked makeup of Ronald McDonald, greeting me at every door of the fast-food joint on practically every corner of every street in Davao, where I would have most of my dinners for the fiifteen months I have spent working. I greet him with equal fondness although I never grasp his outstretched hand, but I do send him a telepathic nod every now and then and thank him for giving me easily accessible food most nights. I did not grow up with clowns back where I grew up; Marbel was more of a bee place. Back home, coming home from school was an easy feat, food came in bowls and casseroles waiting for me on the dinner table. The catsup didn&#8217;t come in in packs and no plastic spoons and forks. Nothing is ever made special just for you in this fastfood chain where I spend most nights; so there&#8217;s the feeling of missing home and mother&#8217;s cooking.

I have grown accustomed to the caked makeup of Ronald McDonald, greeting me at every door of the fast-food joint on practically every corner of every street in Davao, where I would have most of my dinners for the fiifteen months I have spent working. I greet him with equal fondness although I never grasp his outstretched hand, but I do send him a telepathic nod every now and then and thank him for giving me easily accessible food most nights. I did not grow up with clowns back where I grew up; Marbel was more of a bee place. Back home, coming home from school was an easy feat, food came in bowls and casseroles waiting for me on the dinner table. The catsup didn’t come in in packs and no plastic spoons and forks. Nothing is ever made special just for you in this fastfood chain where I spend most nights; so there’s the feeling of missing home and mother’s cooking.

1/4/2014 . 8 notes . Reblog

UGLY CRYING

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I miss how you wanted me.
six word story
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I figured I owe this blog an apology for not updating it for awhile. But everthing, for the past months, has been against the clock because of work. Which brings me to wonder: how the hell are you doing it, Zet Diaz? You still blog like it’s 2003.

They’ve all pulled the plug. Pam Pastor. Utak Gago. Even Carina Santos doesn’t blog as often as she used to. But you, you are still here. Kudos, you’re the last man standing.

And I’m glad you are.

I finished reading TFIOS today. I know, I should’ve a long time ago. But I never picked up a copy, I was never a big John Green fan. It was okay. A good read, yeah, but I was more interested in reading An Imperial Affliction.

And TFIOS is the only novel I’ve read this 2014 so far. It’s a blow to the ego, and I don’t even understand why because it’s not like it takes special talent to read books. I don’t know what happened! But it happened. It happens.

I don’t know what this blog’s point exactly. I’ll stop here; boss is around while I type this. How are all you guys doing?

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Anonymous asked: One day. Someday. :)

Okay. :)

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I watched him walk away, first thinking: good riddance&#8212;who needs this abuse? And then after a minute thinking: he never really understood me anyway. Which rapidly changed to: I never understood him at all. And before long I was watching his small back disappear and thinking: there goes the only person who ever gave a damn about me.

I watched him walk away, first thinking: good riddance—who needs this abuse? And then after a minute thinking: he never really understood me anyway. Which rapidly changed to: I never understood him at all. And before long I was watching his small back disappear and thinking: there goes the only person who ever gave a damn about me.

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Three in the morning overtime at the office. I figured I’d say hi before break’s over and I head back to the conference room. I miss blogging. I miss my old life. I miss my room. My mom. My book shelves. Not waking up early and not rushing to work. 

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Lately.

Lately.

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I got what I have been working hard for for weeks tonight and you would have been the first to know had I not been such a jerk for cutting you off like that. Now I don’t even get to talk to you. I see you online on Facebook and you’re still on the top of my friends list on chat. Maybe letting you go is all for the right reasons. I don’t wanna put you on a leash when you could spend your time meeting other people instead of waiting for me. I’m not saying goodbye; you don’t like goodbyes. I’ll be sleeping tonight and the next nights without receiving a goodnight kiss from you, but maybe, like what Penelope Cruz said in Vanilla Sky, maybe in another life when we are both cats.

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I&#8217;m back keeping journals.

I’m back keeping journals.

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Anonymous asked: I like you.

Uh-oh.

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