Granddad 1st Passing Anniv.

This is a very personal post. Some of you may like it, some of you may don't.. so here goess nothing...

Everyone has someone who’s important to him or her. Someone they cherish more than their own lives. But if that person leaves this world… we have to remember that it’s not our fault… and that they continue to love us… even though they’re gone.
December 24, 2010, my grampa passed away. It's pretty depressing that it happened a day before Christmas last year. I can still remember the call i received from my dad saying that he passed away shortly after me and my sister left to visit him 15 minutes before the actual passing. I feel like my air has just been sucked out away from me. Like my joy went on holiday, and my peace has passed away. My tears began flowing and i asked myself, is this really happening?. I love him so much and it's frustrating to say that i haven't said it one last time to him, but i hope he knows how much i love him. He lived a good and fruitful life, that i'm very sure of. He's the family's patriarch, the wisdom and strength of all of us so without him, everything just doesn't feel right. Like there's a missing piece in my life's puzzle.

X'mas Love.

Hey angel in the snow, I'm under the mistletoe. You are the one for my very own Christmas love. Tell Santa I'm cool this year. My present is standing right here. Thank God above for my very own Christmas Love. -Justin Bieber

I find it strange that the holidays are so notoriously “tough” for singles like me. Valentine’s Day, eh? Alright, I understand that slightly more so, but what is it about the stretch between Thanksgiving and New Years Eve that has people existentially pondering their memberships in the Lonely Hearts Club and forlornly watching the snow accumulate out their windows or better yet hoping it'll snow in this tropical country? Somebody cue the “All By Myself” (I’ll be at the lounge). HAHAHAHA

Christmas Break.

YESSSSS!! Holidays are now officially on, sembreak babyy! :) Time for a personal post. Preliminary exams ended last Saturday, means we'll be in the mood for merry-making, I'm everybody will love that. It also means more time for me to read (which i admit i neglected it for a while), more time to spend with my friends (coz honestly i haven't seen their 'gorgeous' faces as much as i want to like everyday) *winks*, and my fave, more time for jet-setting adventures and escapades. *smiles My Christmas vacation trip is already planned and ready to launch. Something to look forward to. :)

Hollowed Heart.

"No one can look at me the same way you look at me. No one can smile at me the same as you smile at me. No one can drive me mad like you can. And even though you are around I always find myself missing you."-Blink 182

Okay creeeep. Is it a mere coincidence or what. HAHAHA Last Saturday (121011) i published "Mind Over Matter". I told you guys that i'm really trying my hardest to not let him occupy my mind. I didn't notice that my phone vibrated or even beeped after an hour or so. And looking at it... the sender's name is my ex's name. HAHAHA I can't believe it, the world is pulling some strings now... -- i'm kinda nervous to open it - expecting for the worst, i've read the message, it says... "I miss you so badly, Good night :)" - Holycow.. HAHAHAHA He just literally made my heart do cartwheels. Oh brother!! I really think that it's just a coincidence though, considering the fact that i'm blocked on his FB so there's no way he could see my publishing entry (if not right away). I think God is challenging me on how long can I keep him off from my mind, i swear. *laughs* :)

Mind Over Matter.

“If you ask me, how i’m doing; i would say i’m doing just fine. I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind, but i go out and i sit down at a table set for two; and finally i’m forced to face the truth, no matter what i say; i’m not over you”— Gavin DeGraw

Today flipping through my bestfriends' Blackberry album I saw a picture of me and my ex. We broke up for about 5 months ago. The picture was taken last Valentine's day (21411) when he showed up and surprised me with a bouquet of flowers at my school. Still made me tongue tied, butterflied and forget everything. My heart pretty much could’ve launched out of my chest. Shell-shocked, that's the last thing I'd expect to see on her phone, i mean i know about that 'stolen picture' (me holding the flowers while smiling happily at him). The good old times, I thought she already deleted it but i guess not. Looking at it, at the face of the guy that I’ve been trying to remove the engraved hold on my mind and heart. Just his picture made my heart stop, and I realized I was far from being over him. What more if I'd get to see him? Just imagine the what-ifs. *laughs* HAHAHA

Mr. Nice Guy.

Nice guys finish last because they make sure their women came first.

Most of my blog posts is about love, voicing out girl's point of view or the side of the ladies who happens to be in the same situation as me or their situation that I'm relating to. I don't want to be so bias so this post will be about the gentlemen. The guys' turn now. *smiles I have a handful of guy friends too. && I think it would be nice to know more about their side every once in a while considering the fact that they also suffers a lot of drama on their lives. *winks Obviously I'm not a sexist, i respect and value each other's principle. So lets just say that i'm trying to exercise a good balance on this blog. :)

Usually we see the “nice guy” in love with a “good girl”, but the “good girl” is in love with a jerk. The jerk gets the girl, crushes her heart and the good guy is there to mend the pain. Now this is when she will either fall in love with the “nice guy” cause she realized he was there for her the entire time, or (in most cases) she will fall in love with another jerk, who will also crush her heart, and the “nice guy” is there to mend her pain again. This happens oh so very often. It must be irritating and frustrating for the “nice guys” to always experience this.

The 'Good' Guy.

Even "good guys" are guys nonetheless.-MG

And you can quote me on that one. We’ve all seen it. The quintessential “good guy”, with his sharp wardrobe, winning smile, and extensive vocabulary. More often than not, he’s got a decent face and a more-than-decent body (not always, but there seems to be a pattern) *winks*. And there are girls of every color, swooning over him. Why, you might ask? Because he’s got something special.

As we get older, our inner Sandra-Dee/Bella Swan dies; we start to see the Danny Zukos and Edward Cullens for what they really are: deadbeat druggies and sparkling guys who peaked in high school. The “good guy” represents to us safety, security, and a drama-free, picket-fenced happy home one day in the future.

The "good guy" wasn’t supposed to make us feel like we’re special because we’re beautiful and stylish and have a good head on our shoulders, and then like the campus crush's profile picture on Facebook. He wasn’t supposed to lie about his relationship status, and then trick us into helping him cheat on his girlfriend. He wasn’t supposed to be the one with the drinking problem and the tendency to call us “fat”, “ugly”, “worthless”, or “a whore” when he gets inebriated. He wasn’t supposed to try to hook up with one of our best friends behind our backs, because he thinks we’ll never find out.

The “good guy” was supposed to be looking for his counterpart, the “good girl”, who doesn’t show cleavage during business hours, works out for herself, loves children, wants to own her own business one day, and tweets Bible verses every once in a while. Or at least the “cool girl”, who listened to Kendrick Lamar before everyone else found out about him, makes Youtube makeup tutorials, is an avid basketball fan, likes to draw in her free time, and can rock a pair of five-inch heels like a Victoria’s Secret model. He was supposed to rise above his unstable home life, not repeat it. He was supposed to be patient, and sensitive, and faithful, and sweet, and honest, and willing to wait until we were ready.

But therein lies the fallacy of the “good guy”. We, as females, tend to forget that at the end of the day, even “good guys” are guys nonetheless. If he’s anatomically male, he’s likely to be mentally male also; and, if we’re being honest, that pesky pecker controls just as much of his behavior as his brain. (Quite often, he adopted all of his “Bring Home To Mama” qualities with the intention of attracting girls who would be blindly drawn in by them, and wouldn’t expect such regular guy antics.)

While the blunt masculinity of his species is welcomed in some cases, it can also be a disappointing reminder of a sad truth that I’m learning very quickly this year: the all around “good guy” is probably a myth. Guys are guys, that’s it. When it comes to patterned behavior, there is no hierarchy. ”Bad boys” may surprise us just as much as good ones; anyone is capable of doing anything.

I’m not writing this from a place of bitterness, I promise. The funny thing is, I’m actually not bitter about this discovery at all; I’m just a realist. I’m not suggesting that you never trust another “good guy” again. But don’t be fooled by his exterior. He might just be a plain old, lying, cheating, baby-having, “options”-exploring, relationship-disrespecting, notch-on-his-bedpost-having, quoting guy cleverly disguised as an articulate, bowtie-sporting, pre-med student who writes spoken word poetry, listens to gospel music, and claims to love the movie Love & Basketball.

Just .. don’t get too comfortable.

xx, myarah

Hopeless Romantic.

I love that look people get when they’re thinking about someone they like. That dreamy eyed, surfacing smile, floaty look. I love their blinks, and how it looks like they’re brushing stars away from their sight. I love the hesitant breathing. I find it cute that, in their mind, they’re not where they are, but where they want to be.


Long distance relationships sucks. And I don’t mean they suck in the sense of, “avoid at all costs because they’re simply no good all together.” They suck more in the sense of, “they’re a lot harder than nearly any other type of relationship.” They’re not for the weak hearted, or the unprepared. 
A lot of the people I know around me were fortunate enough to have enjoyed relationships with someone who lived near to their place. Last week I'm talking to some of my friends who were in a long-distance relationships, I really admire them for sticking to it. I could not imagine how I would’ve managed having like that all the way in socal, or across to the eastern seaboard, or in a different continent all together. That kind of relationship must be difficult beyond what I can imagine.

The Old-Fashioned Way.

I’ve got that old-fashioned dream in my heart And there it shall always be Although the land may change to sea It will never make any change in me coz I've got that old-fashioned love in my heart.
— Old Fashioned Love
Some days, I wish I could go back in time, and be born about 80 years ago. That would be awesome. So you can call me old-fashioned but hell when it comes to love, i really take it seriously. Everyone knows that. I don't play with it, coz it's not a game to begin with. This world, hell, my generation in obsessed with physical things. They’re obsessed with large breasts, perfect figures, expensive clothing, celebrities, Marijuana, partying, and spending ridiculously large amounts of money just for the sake of boasting or bragging. Most of the men of my generation believe that a girl is not a woman if she’s fat, has/got small boobs, or doesn't walk around half naked. They've forgotten how to act, how to show respect, and it’s just really sad.

Single by Choice.

I for real don’t have a boyfriend - I sit by myself and I watch Law & Order. I don’t, like, have a boyfriend. I don’t have like even kind of a boyfriend. I don’t have someone that I’m texting that might someday be my boyfriend. There’s like nothing going on right now.— Taylor Swift on Ellen DeGeneres
I was watching Ellen DeGeneres re-runs last night so this one gives me an idea what to write right now. I'm actually on the same situation. When people are asking me if i have a boyfriend they are actually surprised to find out that i don't have one. I don't have any romantic attachment with anyone right now. I don't have someone that's even courting me. Honestly I haven't been in to any dates after my last relationship. So to sum it up i am 100% single. :)

I’m single by choice, and I will continue to be till I meet someone that deserves me.

Love And War.

"All is fair in love and war"- 1508
Last weekend, i'm surprised to received a message from my ex, out from nowhere. Saying that i'm like trying to set your minds up through my blog posts so that he'll look like the bad guy. Blaaah and any other things. Sunday morning, i haven't got much sleep yet --- it was a message bursting with hurt/anger/outrage/annoyance. Then it also pissed me off, usually i 'll be like 'Nope, i can't reply to it', but that message is an exception. I started voicing my side then he replied back. My hands started shaking and my knees became weak because of frustration. Geeez that's not the point of this blog. I didn't create this for ruining him, i created this for myself, my personal type of haven. Things are complicated enough, i don't want to add another drama in my life. (Read post no. 1, when it all started) *bow*

Don't Compare Me.

It's great to learn from past experience, but don't expect the same behaviors, qualities. likes and dislikes-and even motivations from your new partner. That would be incredibly unfair and erroneous. Blanketing someone with your ex's 'bio' is short-changing the both of you from a deeper level of knowledge, love, understanding and friendship. And please don't compare your ex to their face. They will not like that. If you must, be vague about where you remembered 'it'.
“I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I’m not the type to squeal all over you and I don’t ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don’t hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I’m also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey, that’s the truth in me. I guess you can say I’m complicated but I’d rather be difficult than easy anyday. I can be hard to figure out at times but if you know me, I’m not that much of a confusing person. So why don’t you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, then tell me that you love me.”-Unknown

Make Up Your Mind.

I was not born to insist myself to someone who doesn't want me. I give love, yes I do. I don't easily fall for someone who makes me feel special but when i do, my eyes and heart are set on him. But when I sense that the person is starting to get rid of me for good, I won't waste time. I won't wait for them to neglect my presence. Love don't fade easily, but mark my words. I can contradict my feelings just to make sure I won't look stupid.
“You had me. You had me and then you left. It has nothing to do with me, it’s all about you. And it’s always been about you: what you need and what you want. You know, it seems like you only want me when you can’t have me. You like the chase and that’s all. So you know what? You can have it.”
— The O.C.
Do not mess with someone else's feelings just because you are unsure of yours.

11:11 - Make A Wish

11/11/11 11:11 isn’t going to happen for another hundred years, so make it something worth remembering.

Whenever the clock strikes 11:11 - consider my wish already given. HAHA I don't know how it started, it's almost 2 years now, but the urge to say a wish every night never leaves me. I don't need a clock to tell it's already 11:11, i just knew it, maybe gut feeling or i'm just really used to it...

3 Month Rule.

I was once a believer of the three month rule, then I begin to realize that it’s nothing more than a socially imposed “norm”. I honestly have nothing against people who believe it - we have different ways of living anyway (and a little variety of fun too) but this “rule” doesn’t work for everyone. Yes, I get that this three month rule aims to give respect to the past relationship and all that jazz but I guess all that mainly depends on how both parties think and react. I believe that jumping into a relationship without following this “norm” is acceptable and it doesn’t mean you don’t respect the past one.

The One That Got Away.

I always find myself asking questions when I think about him. Like what if we never ended things between us? Where would we be now? Yeah, I take ALL the blame for the end of our relationship. Let's save the argument. I shouldn't have done it, i know, but it made me think clearly so i'm not regretting. I just felt sorry. During those time i'm still indecisive if i should hold on or let go coz i don't know what's going on with your mind. I actually need to thank you for choosing the decision for me even though you don't know that you're doing so, your last words made me realize what should be realized.

Inhale LOVE, Exhale HATE.

Just because I closed the book, doesn't mean the pain is going to go away quickly. I thought things were normal, things were looking better for both of us. Yes, you and I weren’t speaking, but we still were at least hanging on by a thread.

It sucks when you miss that person so much that you look through old photos, old text messages, even old statuses/tweets. Then you'll just remember him.. his eyes, smile, that look when you did something stupid, the way he'll mock you or tease you.. everything and it brings a smile to your face, but then the hurt comes back and you know you shouldn't be looking back, but you can't help it because they really meant something to you and you thought it would of lasted.

Bros Before Hoes.

Bros before Hoes you may be wondering why i chose the guys version instead of the Chicks before D*cks. I mean it's obvious it's less 'R-18-. :) *wink* LOL 
“People in pain don’t always see things as clearly as they should.”— Nicholas Sparks (The Best of Me)
Whether guys do it intentionally or not, they hurt us. They hurt us when they love us or when they don’t. Love hurts. It’s practically an injury. Sometimes, most of the time, it’s worth it. Whether you get the fairytale ending or the tragic cliff hanger- it’s worth it, because it makes you, you.

“No I am right, you are wrong. Just you wait and see” blah blah blah And then that moment comes.

“Bro, I TOLD you so”

Lovers to Strangers.

"To keep your life moving in a healthy direction, you need to determine exactly where an ex fits into your life, or he'll continue to affect you and your future relationships," -Janice Levine
“I still want to be friends.” “We’re better as friends than lovers.” Those words are the kiss of death in many relationships. Are they simply said to soften the blow or are they genuine? Even with the best of intentions, it’s tough to become buddies after a breakup.

Mistakes, Makes Me Human.

You know my name, not my story. You’ve heard what I’ve done, but not what I’ve been through.

 I wish I was euphoric, but then again, when you’re hurt too much there are some things that are hard to bring back. But i’m thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy. Just realize that things aren't ever what you hoped they’d be. Not ever. For anybody. The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is that there are some who stay angry about 'it' and there are some who accept what comes their way.
Sometimes GOOD people make BAD choices. It doesn't mean they're means they're HUMAN!

Relationship Status.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo
I believe there are far too many types of love to put a solid definition on it. People feel it at different times, for different reasons, in different intensities, and that love is something that can grow and flourish or slowly dwindle away depending on the kind of relationships people have with others. Everyone loves differently but I think you know when you love someone. It may be scary to admit but you just know, you do. ;">

Lost in Love.

No matter where life takes us, we had something special. i never wanted it to end and i never wanted to replace it. but there's nothing i can do.

I'm in 'that' moment when you want to tell someone that they’re all that you think about, but everything else has gotten in the way and you’ve fucked up once to many. That moment when you just really want to let go and break down, but you can’t because the time for 'that' has passed and you have to deal with the pain. That moment when you really wish they were still there, even as a friend, and you didn’t feel awkward texting or even calling them. That moment when you can’t say anything about it, because it can no longer be so and you'll ask yourself what the hell is the point?.

Break-Up Text.

The text that broke your heart. Ever had that? Ever received a text message from someone, whether you woke up to it, got it during the day or before you ended your night & you looked at your phone & saw this long message, filled with words that hurt you, that completely changed your mood from good to bad or worst to much worst, that stopped you from breathing & put you in total disbelief? That everything you guys went through just ended by that text message? Crazy how a simple text message can make you feel complicated inside. 

Would you ever break up or cut the connection with someone through 'text'?

Left In The Past.

Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose - not the one you began with perhaps, but one you'll be glad to remember.
- Anne Sullivan

You can’t get over someone by focusing simply on the fact of forgetting them. Believe it or not, it actually makes you think of them even more. It’s like watching a clock, waiting for time to go by. Time seems to move slower, and you can’t stop thinking about it. You'll just tell yourself that gosh, is this really happening like seriously how much longer will it take for this to be over. Then it’s only when you forget to focus on “moving on” that you actually do.

Stay Calm and Let God.

“Don’t worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright.

— Bob Marley

You win some, You lose some.
This is inevitable/unavoidable, whatsoever in a relationship and always has been. But there’s no sense in holding onto your bitterness or anger for whatever loss or hurt you’ve experienced for longer than you have to. I see this in my friends all the the time but i find that it’s more pronounced when i see it in myself. I think the problem is that when we willingly remain angry, we dwell on and wallow in the destruction of this one emotion. We relish in the harm it causes to ourselves, like the self-justified masochists we are and love to be.

Break Her Heart.

“He’ll only break your heart, it’s a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the boy will only hurt you terribly, you’ll still pursue him. Ain’t love grand?”— Anne Bancroft, Great Expectations

Happy Monthsary.


This post is extra-special, coz just so you know i've reached my first month in the blogging world. THANK YOU!!! I've received tons of love, appreciation and postivity all through the entire month so i hope it'll continue all the way. I never expected that a lot of you guys would appreciate my writings or the sneak to what's going on in my mind. Behind the craziness, the love-filled posts, the fun in writing, the inspirations -- I want to say BIG THANKS! (:

Special Delivery: Dream Guy.

It’s funny how all of us girls build this dream guy in our head, and we always end up falling too quickly for the ones that are just “good enough”, but they really don’t fit the idea in our heads at all. There are always seems to be something missing from the ones we cling to so quickly. And usually that “something” is a huge “dream guy” priority.
He holds me when i start to cry, makes me smile with just his eyes . Shares my hopes, dreams, fears . He wipes away all my tears. I love him with no regret , I just haven’t found him yet .— Taylor Swift. <3
I like well-mannered boys. I just find it really attractive when a guy can act mature/proper. I’m tired of perverted losers that don’t know how to treat or talk to a girl correctly; calling them hot or sexy and using inappropriate language towards them. I’m mostly vying for a gentleman that actually puts meaning into his sweet talk, making it more believable than it already may be. You know, just a guy who looks beyond a girl’s appearance, and more into her heart. That’s just my type though.

Being in Love.

I was reading last night the book The Power of Six by Pittacus Lore. It's the sequel to the "I Am Number Four" book, that we all know became a movie late last year. Then, when i've turn the next page the below paragraph is what i saw and fell in love with it immediately. Don't we all? after reading that, i bet you'll realize everything is absolutely true. Whether you may be bitter now or not, you know it's true. :)
"Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart." — Pittacus Lore (The Power of Six)

The Guy Friend.

I love those guy friends that look after you.

by Marah Mendoza Gaa on Thursday, March 10, 2011 at 10:50pm

Looking after you as in, if you talk about other guys that you like,
they won’t get jealous or clingy.
Instead, they’ll tell you if you’re wasting your time or to be careful.
Those guy friends that protect you from getting hurt.
They warn you about anything.
They just care for you and you can talk to them about anything.
There’s no awkwardness between you two and he makes you feel good.
Yeah, that guy.

A friend, simply a friend, just a friend.. :)

I Love to Be Loved.

"Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove that you can still stand." - Anonymous

I miss being taken.

Holding hands with your girlfriend/boyfriend. Walking around the mall, getting people stare at you, and get jealous of you or your boyfriend/girlfriend. Having people try to ruin your relationship. (HAHAHA) *wink All the hugging, the kisses, pictures, videos, everything. Having healthy fights. Cuddling with the only person you want to be with, messing around with him, being crazy with him. Introducing him to all your friends or your group. Staying up late, just talking to him. Laughing about everything. Sharing stories at the end of the day. Being mean to each other. :)

Just about everything.

Happy B-day Girlfriend.

I'm dedicating this 11th post to my ever-lovely best girl-friend ever. Happppy Birthday.

The Wordsmith.

Cling to your imperfections... They're what makes you unique. 
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For those who don't know me, I'm Marah, a twenty years old fresh graduate from Manila. YAY me! HAHA I love those people who makes me laugh, which is not really a challenge because I laugh easily. I’m the kind of girl who gets happy over the little things. I love to travel and reading, it comes naturally to me almost like breathing, so if i'm not blogging, trust me i'm reading my books. :)

For some reason our generation is obsessed with everyone being an artist. everyone wants to be a painter, photographer, writer, musician…. myself included. I want to create beauty with words.When I look at the writing of some peers who have this similar ambition, I just want to crawl into a hole either because its a) wonderful and I want to be as good as them, or more often, b) absolutely awful. I view my writing as decent, its not Mark Twain, Leo Tolstoy, or Charles Dickens by any stretch of the imagination but it’s not awful for a 20 year old with no formal training. I wonder what my writing to a real author looks like. if they just view me as an amateur as I view those. Do I actually have a future with creating worlds with a readers imagination? or am I just another kid with a dream, lying to myself about the reality of my craft.

"there’s a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, “Let me take care of you forever,”
and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I’d given up looking for that person,
learned how to say this heartening sentence to myself,especially in times of fear.
But to hear it from someone else now, from someone who is speaking sincerely . . ."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
I am what some people would call a fool in love with love and I won't apologize for it! HAHA!
I like to look at the bright side of life and love.
This may make me sound naive...which I, by no means am.
I am also a while I love all things romantic,
I also know that the story doesn't always end happily ever after,
that sometimes love doesn't flow smoothly and things don't turn out the way we want them to.

I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it's like to see something funny and not to laugh. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart ... and my trust in people has not diminished. To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever. :)

The real challenge is to be nobody but be myself in this world. I’m not a perfect girl. My hair doesn't always stay in place and I spill a lot of things. I’m pretty clumsy, i always trip or fall or bump my head into something && sometimes I have a broken heart </3. But when I think about it and I take a step back.. I remember how amazing my life truly is and that maybe - I like being imperfect.

Keep trying, hold on, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about. :)

Keep in touch,
xx, MG<3

The Girl Who Reads.

Hooray, i accomplished my goal of 50 books this year. I am 4 months in advance, so i decided to make my goal to 60. I love reading, it comes naturally to me almost like breathing. It takes me to a different world, especially if i want an escape. Sometimes i think that's my scapegoat, my personal escape line if i want to leave reality just for a while.

Sky of Love

Day 3 of sickness. Cold+flu+fever plus the bad weather equals a lil-bit-depressed me. I'm feeling alone as usual and bored as hell. So i rummaged my dad's collection of Movies last night and surprisingly i found  'Koizora' aka Sky of Love, it's actually one of my favorite movies from Japan. A tear-jerker movie, all about love and sacrifice. (:

I was in the middle of watching it when, the main character named Mika, said that Life's like running in a big circle, but sooner or later we will arrive at the place we really want to be.

The Bestfriend & The Soulmate.

I want to say, may you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn’t live a day without you. -Leap Year

I really can't think of anything to write right now. Headache and runny nose is taking it's toll on me, so i can't think clearly but i'm a stubborn lil girl, so i gotta do, what i want to do... write something here. In the past couple of days i'm thinking is it possible to have someone who you'll always be a kid with & obviously of course it is possible. I've been into a relationship where we aren't just lovers but also good or best friends whatever it is. We laugh secretly to people who makes funny gestures, who does something stupid, we even diss them. HAHA yep, we are kinda mean, we make funny remarks to amuse ourselves. It's so cool to have that one person who you can always be a kid with, who you can always be best friends with and at the same time the love of your life.

Hi, i'm a Teenage Girl.

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. -Unknown

Smile, You're Beautiful.

If he can't handle you at your worst, he don't deserve you at your best -Marilyn Monroe

Depressed, that's my mood for today. I have a friend who passed away a week ago. She died with a broken heart because her husband called it quits. So she committed suicide. I feel like crying now, because she's a very sweet girl and full of dreams. When i first heard the news i was so stunned, she was so young. She got so much ahead for her future. Another one is a friends who is very close to him... her boyfriend broke up with her. Leaving her in the state of melancholy and confusion. Don't know what to do, don't know how to move forward. Don't know how to start again and fix things for the better.

Expect Nothing, Appreciate Everything.

Time Check: 2:54 AM

This would be my very first personal post to date. I don't know if you're going to find it boring, inspiring, intimidating, or pure garbage. But anyway it doesn't really matter because this is my site. Just practicing my freedom of/to speech. Take it or leave it. *smile

Most people say they would go back to do 'things' right. But not me... i don't regret meeting you or falling in love with you, even after all the hateful things that had just happened. Day 16 after it all ended. I really can't comprehend this, my mind is still in full-scale shock. I keep on thinking that we could really have it all and it's a shame that it ended before it truly begin. No regrets though, i love because i love,  not because i just had to love. It still hurts, everyday you fight the urge not to cry in front of many people, to act like you don't care and not hurting, to keep your mask of courage all the time and so many things just to show that you're okay.

Verb: To love

To love is nothing.
To be loved is something.
To love and be loved is everything.

To love, to love, to love, even when you think your heart is exhausted by anger and fear and hurt and disappointment. To love. That is the larger task which connects us all. That is the narrative to which I hope i can strive. I'm a dreamer and a romanticist, i love love stories with a happily-ever-after touch but don't we all?. It's one of the most romantic and breathtaking thing in this world to know that there's someone out there for us, to love.

They Fall Out of Love.

People change, feelings change but it doesn't mean that the love once shared is not true, real and genuine. It sometimes mean that when they grow, they grow apart. - 500 Days of Summer

I'm watching 500 Days of Summer for the 3rd time, everything about it cuts right through me not because i'm relating my current love-life to the plot. It's just that it tackles reality, that sometimes 'once upon a time' happens and not just 'happily ever after'. *wink* Feels like the writer somewhat peeked into my diary. Break-ups, falling apart, breaking down, letting go... no matter what it is, i know it's painful, sometimes unbearable, and life-shattering. I've had my fair-shares of break-ups so when it comes to this i ain't no expert, but i know better.

“I don’t love you anymore.” "This is not working, we two grew apart." "You're not in my priority right now." "It's not you, it's me." "I'm breaking up with you." "There's someone else." 

A Prelude.

Love. Life. Aspirations. Dreams. Heartbreak. Friendship.

This blog focuses on these things, and the rest are just a bonus. :D

Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter in the old-fashioned way: I love you.
You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me, or knew someone i knew).
I know you or I will know you. So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper.
I love you, for the love of friendship.

Writing. It’s a passion. It’s kind of what I do. It’s what I tend to do when I have nothing else going on. And it’s what I’ve been doing almost (but not entirely) non-stop since August. This blog is mainly for my own personal agenda. Instead of bottling it all up, this is my haven, my medium where i can shout my angst, emotions, fears, love, joy, happiness, sadness, deppression and all that!.. I'm that normal girl, who also goes through the roller coaster, we called life.

That moment when people tell you they like the way you write. And all you feel is warm fuzzies on the inside, because people believe in you and what you have to say.

When people appreciates my works, i really feel warm inside, the happy feeling you get everytime someone compliments your work, that's priceless. Some people tells me that they can relate to every post that I write whether it's about heartbreak or love, and for that I'm truly thankful. I always tells them that whatever happens, whoever they are. I'm here to listen, to support and be a friend. I hope that they'll stick with me untill I write my last post, i love them so much.. :)

I write what I can't speak out loud. I’m just really thankful God gave me the ability to write, because he just knows I suck at speechI'll post whatever i want, whenever i feel like doing so and wherever my heart takes me. This is mainly to anyone who cares.

xx, MarahGaa <3