Going to school in a fit brown and yellow dress with a blazer and those killer heels will always be a hassle. It’s hot, I walk like a penguin and well, I can’t sit like a boy. My poise would always be like of a lady’s when I’m in a dress, that’s automatic. Corporate attire day, yeah, I don’t like that. And that professor, ugh. He is already at the peak of my Black List. You. Will. Pay. But having known that I smelled like marshmallows, that was enough.
To my dearest followers, I would like to let you know that I might not be able to post sensible entries after today. I know that you might not care about this but, it’s better to let you know than to just leave it like that. I’m afraid that the loads I carry gets heavier and heavier by the minute. But know that for you, I’ll try to, still, be active and responsive to your posts, daily life happenings or TA’s.
Please don’t unfollow. Continue holding on, we can do this. Hahahahahaha. Andrama ng peg.
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Homework, doodles and whatnot.
“Tagahimo ko ug katarungan ug kamatuuran” if soever the letters doesn’t register to you. Hihi, I apologize for the crappy lettering.
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tagged as: quotes. quotations. quote. Thoughts. this. personal.
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For starters, I am, and always will be, the person who cares and loves the most when it comes to relationships. And I would like to emphasize that I generalize that.
Not everyone can find everything lovable. At one point or another, you’d always find something wrong with an individual because, well, they’re human. But acceptance, that’s a tough one. I’m not saying I can accept everything with a pure heart, gosh, no. I’m human; I have my strengths, I have my weaknesses. But this my friend, I can say, would probably be counted as one of my strengths.
Having myself grow up around a family that cared mostly about love even though financial support was prioritized first, and this is why I am so welcoming even to strangers, I find myself doing the same. Like what my people have uttered out, I care less about myself and more of others. Not once, in my life, did I ever, truly leave someone. Because I believe that as long as I have a heart, as long as I’m alive, I would care and love. That everyone deserves to be loved.
I am not one who points out my good qualities. And if I do, know that I’m fooling around like one odd, drunk duckling. But just this once, let me point out something, both good and bad, about myself like a normal person. Because honestly, it’s getting tiring already. To feel every ounce of pain inflicted on you intentionally or not, to overstress on things by yourself and get drowned with so much unwanted thoughts, to just.. I don’t know, I just feel a lot more emotions than what’s supposed to.
To those who’ll go through my blog and read all throughout this whatnot I’m blabbering about, please do me a favor. Don’t bother entering my life if you don’t plan on staying. Don’t get me wrong, I’m approachable. Very, approachable. It’s just that, fearing that I might commit the same mistakes over and over and over again, letting people in and after they leave, I was still there for them no matter what. So, please, let me rely on you to do such thing for me. Because as confused as I am right now, all I know is that I don’t want another person saying something that’s opposite to what they do or vice versa.
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Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.
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A sucker for sweet, musically inclined/sporty gentlemen. I am guilty, your honor.
First off, a sweetum. Isn’t it nice when he sends you good morning/afternoon/evening/night messages? The one that would make you feel like, oh hey, he wants to talk to me. When he spontaneously do things to surprise you, when he waits for you to fall asleep before he, too, goes to bed? When he asks you out for lunch and insists that it’s his treat? When you pass by each other on those random moments and you see him say hi so enthusiastically as if he was the smallest person in the world trying to reach for a coconut up in the tree? When he continuously show the affection he has towards you when you’re mad or upset or even on random days? When he talks about his future with you as if you’d be together till-death-do-us-part? When he plays with you or vice versa or when he, so effort-fully wanted to tie your hair but admits defeat? When he surprises you with a hug or a kiss or when he, all of a sudden, holds your hand in public? When he compliments you nonstop and for once in your life, you actually believe it? It feels like you’re actually of importance to at least one person in the world. Like you actually matter.
Musically inclined people? Yes, I want. These kind of people, they can sing for/to you whenever, wherever. When you’re sad or you just have nothing to do, being serenaded to can be the sweetest thing ever. Just hearing their voice or the way they play their instruments? Man, that is just a must-hear melody. You’d feel all tingly and giddy and butterflies just go bananas inside your tummy. The greatest lullaby to hear after your mom’s or dad’s.
Muscles and power, that’s just a bonus. But when you see a guy play ever so passionately in the sport he sought after? You can’t help but be all fan-girly and whatnot. You’d feel so lucky because even though a lot of girls already screamed his name, cheering nonstop to give moral support, at the end of the day, you’re the only girl he wants to dedicate his game to. That at the end of the day, your voice is the only thing he wants to hear before he goes to sleep.
And last, but definitely not the least, a gentleman. Yes, a gentleman. There’s nothing more pleasant to see than a man treating his lady right. When he respects her and everything else she could and couldn’t be. And as they say, that’s proof that he was raised by a queen. When he simply holds the door open for her or offers her his jacket at a cold night? When he gets her something to drink and pays for everything even though he’s bankrupt? Or when simply trying his best to put a smile on the face of the girl he loves ever so dearly? Yeah, that’s just breathtaking. You’d certainly see how much he values the worth this certain girl holds in his life.
Pero aanhin ko lahat ng yan kung hindi naman ikaw yung makakasama ko? Italicized siya para intense ang sadness ng peg. Haha.
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I, for one, am not in an agreement with books. I mean, yes, I read every now and then but due to the lack of free time within my it’s-starting-to-get hectic schedule, I find it hard to grab a book and let it suck me in. I have interest in reading, don’t get me wrong with that. I just really don’t know how I could possibly have the leisure time and finance to put my interest into action thus, making me crave so very often to touch a new book.
Upon stating so and having laid the information in my blog description, I am at loss for big words because it is true that the more you read, the more that your vocabulary will expand. If you have some spare time, and might I suggest that you would, go check out the last page of my literary works and see how much my work was of a mess back then. Therefore, writing isn’t one of my fortes. But upon the arrival of another inspiration, proud, but not boasting to say, I saw the change I sought after. The nonexistent, but still hoping, writer in me is currently developing. And if you don’t mind, would you come with me as I take my time exploring my aptitude in this said area? Follow, follow, follow! :D
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Her life seemed like it was as simple as throwing away a used piece of paper, effortless. But little did they know, she needed more mettle and potency for her to be able to throw something away that’s not of importance to her anymore. Little did they know that the content of that paper she wanted and needed to throw away ever so badly, once made her feel safe and happy.
It was rigid, but every time she couldn’t handle anything anymore, “I quit!” was all she could ever think of. Other than thinking of such, feat was of a different matter. She fancied for it, but she did not know how to achieve such thought for she knew that if doing so would ease her pain, it wouldn’t be analogous to the people around her. She didn’t want to be self-righteous.
Unwanted thoughts, unwanted feelings, all of those she couldn’t bare to fling away though she tried several times. Either she held on or forced herself to let go even though she didn’t want to. She kept it all to herself. Despite the fact that people reach out to help her, she declined saying she was doing well for she need not to feel like she burdened someone with her own. But she couldn’t help it as well, it was like a program installed in her brain, to be selfless enough so that no one else could feel the pain she’s felt. Because she cared more about the people around her than that of herself.
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