December 2010
7 posts
“3 words, 8 letters, but only 1 meaning.”
elementary days.
Remember those days when all we did was play wall ball, dodge ball & climb the monkey bars till we get those big bubble blisters on our palms? Play tag and look so innocent and young. We were so eager to see the future, and where we would end up. Thinking to ourselves that growing up is better than being young. Now that were almost at the point where things are changing so fast, all you can...
you know what i hate?
I hate it when you start to argue with someone, and they get super mad. Then next thing you know, you’re hearing all these things coming out from their mouth. Things that are not related to the conversation, things that are so harsh. Then later on, when things cools down, they all of a sudden say, “I didn’t mean what i said.”
If you don’t mean what you said, then why...
“it’s so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.”
“I fear of losing someone, who means the most to me.”