<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/4488015634604300246?origin\x3dhttp://chemicalove12.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Love is our Resistance.
They'll keep us apart, they won't stop breaking us down.

About

LUWE.

manila, philippines.
boring and worthless since 1993.
tons of music, a bit of everything else.


Music

Blank 'til something comes up.

Talks

Blank 'til something comes up.

Exits

Blank 'til something comes up.

Past



Thanks

Overall
chocodiiction-lovesxoxo*
Others
x y z


Saturday, November 06, 2010


I hate myself for letting myself cry again for something so stupid. I mean, I knew the reason was stupid but I couldn't fucking stop myself from letting the tears flow. Is it really worth it to cry because your brother won't let you use the shitting computer? And to think I'm supposed to be the one acting with more maturity since I'm the older one. ):

Anyways, Imma share to you something I got from Candy magazine. This was supposed to be written there with the underlined stuff as blank parts that I'm supposed to fill out. I'm doing it here instead because I love my magazine too much to not write on it. (There was also a box there wherein I could paste a drawing or pic of that guy I'm looking for. My guy's up there. He's pretty ideal I think although he's not exactly my crush anymore. Those were the days. Haha.)
I know that nobody's perfect, but this won't stop me from hoping that someday, someone who's perfect for me will come. He will be funny, smart, and cute. He will have pets and siblings, and he will not be atrociously downright annoying like my brother when he's bored. Every time I'm with him, I will feel happy.

We will be good together, and good for each other. Someday, I will fall in love with the right person, at the right time, and for all the right reasons. And when that happens, I will not get so caught up in him that I will forget all the little things I love about myself, like being smart, being responsible, and my family 'cause I have no idea what else I love about myself. He will help me achieve my little goals everyday (like doing that homework correctly and just being happy), and even support e in pursuing my grandest, craziest dream: to be an artist in any way or form!

I may not run into the person I deserve anytime soon, but that's okay; I have my whole life ahead of me. I'm not in a hurry. I know the the-almost-perfect-but-just-for-me guy is out there, and he is also looking for me. And when we do find each other, it will be real and wonderful and absolutely fantastic and definitely crazy. And I will know for sure that the long wait-and maybe even the heartbreaks that came with it-was totally worth it. :-)

Labels: ,

'til these hearts collide.
9:24:00 AM