Merry Christmas everyone!
“Isang taong lumipas, isang taong dumaan…”
(at hindi parin tayo naguusap ng matino).
PROUD TO BE FREAKIN SLYTHERIN, BAYBEH!
Proud to be
Atenean. Ravenclaw Lasallian.^ What diyeydi said. :))
just like Snape. A Slytherin (Lasallian) with the heart of a Gryffindor (Isko)!
(via pavliuts)
Verbal abuse is still abuse. It’s abuse in the form of words. They still burn, sting, hurt and put us in danger. Don’t assume that a few hurtful words won’t cause them their life. Don’t assume that just because you haven’t put one finger on them, you’re not responsible for what happens after that. Mentally and emotionally, they are bruising, bleeding, suffocating. Your words have power, be careful. Speak life and love.
(Source: laffycathy, via theinkedquill)
yes this is about right.
Oh good, I’m right on schedule.
This.
(via pavliuts)
Get me my ticket outta here!!!
Artist: Saunder Choi
Album: Saunder Choi's Album
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There’ll Always Be That Someone Else
Text and Music by Saunder Choi
Performed and recorded live by Bianca Camille Lopez, soprano, with Mark Anthony Carpio on piano.
Many thanks, Bianx and Sir Mark!
There’ll Always Be That Someone Else
So many ones have come along,
Some drifting, some unaware, some with some kind of hold.
And you have held me for so long,
beneath a broken reverie, a sill made out of stone.
And though I never moved, succumbed to your embrace;
still you went on without a trace.
There’ll always be that someone else who’ll love me once again.
The days and nights, they pass me by;
they swiftly go beyond my breath, I’m left with but a sigh.
Though ev’ry color seems to fade, a gentle rainbow beacons through the slightest doubt or pain.
I hope there’s still that someone else who’ll love me once again.
I painfully recall the time you gazed into my eyes
and tearfully confessed your love for someone else.
I had to let it go; I had to keep my pride,
so I just walked away when you finally said goodbye.
Too many ones have come along,
Some drifting, some unaware, some with some kind of hold.
And you have loved me for so long,
beneath a broken reverie, a sill made out of stone.
And though I never moved, succumbed to your embrace;
still you went on without a trace.
There’ll always be that someone else who’ll love me once again.
*Excuse the sappy, crappy text. I’m not much of a lyricist, nor am I a poet. :P





