I can still remember how I became a member. It was the night of the 20th of April, 2012. I am in one of the lowest days of my life. With a bulging tummy, swolen eyes, broken heart, and in a state of hopelessness. I dont have many friends in Cebu as I am not from here. I have nobody to talk to to share how I feel. It was one of the nights that I just cry and nobody was there for me. I used to browse istorya for jokes to make me laugh and forget pain temporarily. That night, I was ...
Updated 09-01-2015 at 05:11 AM by bula1980
can i say i miss you? can i say i love you? will it matter to you? will you hate me if i do? the hardest part of loving you is when i am missing you no matter how much i long for you there's nothing i can do. as human as i am as weak as i can when times are lonesome i wish you are mine. i know it cant be i know it will never be but just for once can i ask for a dance? sometimes ...
Updated 12-01-2014 at 05:55 PM by bula1980
“There is nothing more beautiful than a person whose heart has been broken but still believes in love”. At some point in our lives, we fall in love. We get hurt. We move on and fall in love again. In my case, I have been hurt so much that I never thought of loving again. My heart was full of pain, of bitterness and heartaches. I was hurt so deeply that the wound was so deep and the scars remain. It is true that pain can change a person. After that major heartbreak, I ...
Updated 07-07-2014 at 10:58 PM by bula1980
And once the storm is over,you wont remember how you made it through and how you managed to survive.You wont even be sure wether the storm is really over.But one thing is certain, when you come out of the storm,you wont be the same person who walked in". Minsan sa buhay ko,isang matinding bagyo ang tumama sa akin.Bagyo na nagdulot ng isang napakalaking impact sa buhay ko.Isang karanasang nagpabago sa akin.Isang karanasang hinding hindi ko inakalang darating sa buhay ko.Buong akala ...
it's weekend.no work.i cant sleep at this wee hour coz i am now used to being awake at night.as i watch my son sleeping,i cant help but pity him.he is just 2.he cant speak well yet.he cant even say "mommy"..he calls me "dadi" or sometimes 'adi',short for dadi.hearing him call me dadi actually breaks my heart.it is a sad truth that he'll never have his dadi.how am i going to explain to him someday where his dadi is?how am i going to tell him that his dadi left us?how am i going ...