tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23753395232867956402024-03-20T08:07:18.026-07:00Drinking Milk TeaSelenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-82399408912785749092023-07-04T07:54:00.000-07:002023-07-04T07:54:49.222-07:00To My Dysfunctional Mom<p><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;">I would like to clarify that I never told you to your face that your relationship with your kids, especially Jaja, is dysfunctional. Do I think it? Yes. Would I tell Jaja? Probably. Would I ever say it to your face? Very likely not. I am non-confrontational. I prefer not ever telling you these things. I don’t ever tell you these things because it will never ever change anything for the better and will likely produce this obvious anger and resentment on your side. Be resentful all your want. It is your prerogative to do so. It’s my own prerogative to ignore you. In the end, I’m better off just ignoring you.</span></p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-47756204550911205082022-05-26T09:47:00.001-07:002023-07-04T07:46:02.427-07:00<p>My sister said I looked really happy while we're together. I've never felt more loved than in any other relationship.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-40597044767610326952022-05-25T23:28:00.002-07:002022-05-25T23:28:45.626-07:00<p> I miss you so much already but that's ok.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-34907068784976484262022-05-25T14:56:00.004-07:002022-05-25T14:56:45.462-07:00Dear Peyton<p> I hate it and I hate this but I'm sorry because I can't forgive you for having forgotten my birthday. It's partly you but it's a lot of me.</p><p>I love you so much. It hurts so much. </p><p>It's important to me. It's so important that I cannot let it go.</p><p>It can't feel unimportant to the person I love again. I can't. It hurts too much. So sorry but I can't.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-4991056863543582872022-01-08T06:55:00.002-08:002022-01-08T06:55:17.779-08:00<p>How can you be so beautiful every single day? I love you.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-21724823247806814912021-11-14T13:28:00.001-08:002021-11-14T13:28:03.163-08:00<p>I like having the time to think about you and miss you because you're so beautiful in my mind it makes me happy knowing I'm yours and you're mine.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-80834638511197291392021-10-29T11:31:00.001-07:002021-10-29T11:31:44.395-07:003 months tomorrowOne more day and the third month of the end of a lifetime has come... I guess I can call it a lifetime.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-47691229026800231932021-10-29T11:30:00.001-07:002021-10-29T11:30:56.157-07:00On marriage and motherhoodI sometimes can't imagine that I'm a wife and mother. On so many levels, I am still very much that selfish little girl and sometimes, more so than when I was smaller and younger. But I am, truly, a mother and a wife already and on many counts, I'm both happy and apprehensive.<br /><br />Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-76845527274954901302021-10-29T11:27:00.001-07:002021-10-29T11:27:25.797-07:00PZ<p>I'm so in love and so happy it makes me crazy. I've never been in a relationship where I've felt so loved and so secure in myself before. It makes me afraid that it'll be gone one day because I'm not sure I know how to deal with being this happy and then not.</p><p>I was not in love the first day and not even the first week but day after day, the way he made me feel happy and excited and just generally secure in myself made me fall so deep I was already in the pit before I knew it.</p><p>Just looking at him now makes me happy. Just being with him makes me happy. He became such a regular part of my day that I don't exactly know what to do when he's not there. But the bright thing about it is that he's there. It's not a regular scheduled thing and it varies so much but a day has not gone by that he's not there.</p><p>It's a long-distance relationship and that just sucks but I spend so much time with him just sitting there in a day I can't really complain.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-7428428838481575512020-08-14T20:45:00.003-07:002020-08-14T20:51:12.359-07:00HU<p>Huseyin was so very excited about my feet when he first found me in OkC. Feet make him orgasmic, literally. Feet, toenails, legs... It weirded me out but he had a beautiful smile. I always used to tell him that his smile is way too unnaturally innocent and kind-looking for such a pervert.</p><p>He wanted to show me his toys that night. And he showed a lot. Whips, handcuffs, and several other things. It was a lot.</p><p>He's good-looking and he knows it. He's hot and he knows it. He's perverted and sadistic and he's not monogamous at all and he's very very honest about it.</p><p>He calls me his sex toy and he makes me do the most disgusting things. There are worse guys out there, I've found out. Maybe. It depends on how you describe worse. I wash out my mouth a whole lot after a call with him. But there is something.</p><p>He calls me baby.</p>Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-44708400922766716612020-06-05T13:08:00.001-07:002020-06-05T13:08:45.754-07:00Dear 26-Year Old MeYou are so silly. I wish you knew what you'd become. Appreciate yourself more. You are currently at your prettiest, sexiest best physical self. Also, good alcohol tolerance. You are the best. Don't worry about everything and everyone else.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-58392791547936047302014-07-03T09:08:00.001-07:002021-02-07T13:00:11.111-08:00Down<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;">Somehow, today, I feel like crying. I feel helpless<span style="font-size: 12px;">.</span></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-49425880209249078442014-01-08T04:09:00.001-08:002014-01-08T04:09:40.239-08:00Crush kita<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">Sobra-sobra ngayong araw. Pagpasok ko, hinahanap kita agad. Pag dumaan ako, pinipigilan ko ang sarili kong titigan ka. Grabeng crush kita.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bakit kasi ang tanggad mo? Bakit ang guwapo mo? Bakit pagpasok ko, andyan ka na, at pag-uwi ko, andyan ka pa? Bakit kasi minsan, napapansin ko tinititigan mo rin ako. Hibang lang ba ako?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hindi kita kilala. Hindi ko man lang alam pangalan mo. Pero basta, crush talaga kita.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-59162731602156067882013-11-10T19:50:00.000-08:002013-11-10T19:51:37.242-08:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#1F497D">Believing in my past choices without regret and loving them—that is the right answer, and that’s how to grow old with style.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-52647452569831385942013-11-10T19:49:00.001-08:002013-11-10T19:49:49.227-08:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#1F497D">Whichever path you choose, there are always lingering thoughts of the road not taken. That’s why there are no choices without regrets, and no one right answer to life. All you can do is believe that the road you’ve chosen is the right answer, and turn it into the right answer. The right answer to life is to believe that you don’t regret your past choices and live on.<o:p></o:p></span></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-26460040252178125372013-11-10T19:47:00.000-08:002013-11-10T19:49:02.873-08:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">Living is all about the choices you make moment by moment. Even if it’s just a log bridge, you must make a choice: Do you go forward? Do you turn around, or do you stop? Where I am now is the result of countless choices made in the past.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-10284350346931401382013-11-04T11:28:00.001-08:002013-11-04T11:28:22.561-08:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto">I’m watching this show right now. It’s a Korean slice of life drama set in 1994. It makes me feel so nostalgic. I don’t mind the passing years. I don’t mind the pains and regrets. It’s all there but I have a lot of happiness too. Right now I can smile and I’m happy.<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-81843123535532995902013-10-26T10:10:00.000-07:002013-10-26T10:10:01.842-07:00Youth must be clumsy and crude, and love must be innocent and old-fashioned.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-79297920317021319822013-10-04T00:16:00.000-07:002013-10-04T00:17:22.050-07:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">Loving someone doesn’t always mean sharing happiness. But the choice is up to each individual.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-30459702394149557242013-10-03T11:49:00.001-07:002013-10-03T11:49:33.092-07:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I think back about UST. Did we ever go there together? I can’t remember. If we did, why did we go?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had a good memory at that place. I also had a bad one. I just don’t remember if they were one and the same. I don’t remember if it was you or Dan.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I remember the bad memory clearly. It wasn’t you, though, of that I’m sure. But the good memory, I’m not very sure. I want to know if it was you. I want to be sure if it was you. I’m trying to store my good memories, you see, for one day when little baby asks about you. I want to tell stories about the good times. But no lies. So was it you? <o:p></o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-42303632091173639472013-09-29T13:15:00.002-07:002013-09-29T13:16:32.339-07:00You were the one I thought of when I was having the most difficult time.
When I couldn’t say anything to anyone, but had to keep it to myself.
When I felt like I was going to die, because it was so hard for me, I
wanted to tell you. I had to tell you. You disappeared. The one person,
who I came to trust the most in the world, suddenly disappeared.<br />
<br />
I love you, you bastard. That’s why even if you have to hurt me in the future, just tell me that you’re sorry. I’ll never be able to find another man who loves me. The pain you’ve
caused me is so great, that the remaining scar will be so ugly, that no
one is ever going to be able to love me. That’s why… That’s why I want
you to tell me that you’re sorry. Then I’ll be able to live again, when
you do. If it hurts, I’m going to be hurt anyway, don’t say that
everything as fake, okay? Say you’re sorry, tell me you’re
sorry.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-41360893425344419012013-09-29T13:14:00.003-07:002013-09-29T13:14:44.503-07:00Even if it’s only sincerity at the moment… Sincerity is sincerity.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-2125329342840141072013-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:002013-09-29T11:06:05.294-07:00When you let go of the past, that’s when your future begins.Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-65878516409745994712013-09-24T02:40:00.001-07:002013-09-24T02:40:53.279-07:00Solo Quedate en Silencio<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Te encuentro despierto<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">me dices lo siento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">con una lágrima derramas.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Me abrazas, me hielo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">me pides un beso<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">y yo me quedo sin respirar.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo espera un momento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">solo dime no es cierto.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">acariciame un momento, ven junto a mi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">te daré el último beso, el mas profundo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Tengo tanto miedo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">y es que no comprendo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">que fue lo que yo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">he hecho mal.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Me abrazas, me hielo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">me pides un beso<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">y yo me quedo sin respirar.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo espera un momento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">solo dime no es cierto.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">cariciame un momento, ven junto a mi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">te daré el último beso, el mas prefundo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Dame tu mano, devulveme el aire<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">di que me amas que no eres culpable<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">por lo menos un momento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">dime que esto no es cierto.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo quédate en silencio<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">acariciame un momento<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">te dare el último beso<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">guardaré mis sentimientor<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">y me iré lejos de ti.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">acariciame un momento, ven junto a mi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">te daré el último beso, el mas profundo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti. <span style="display:none"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy7V6guK6ZgjG4Z5Jg0-TZIvqwX6PPCbyUzuzAQVVdxPwW7XuB-IB1-w1dDq9pKOseYloMd6eSGPiY5splOTk9iDQ-6MGY2_ZWO80AxZb-LXN1oXitT-VRJDYqFQUQlI6aG8e_7RNxi2p/s1600/image001-753280.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy7V6guK6ZgjG4Z5Jg0-TZIvqwX6PPCbyUzuzAQVVdxPwW7XuB-IB1-w1dDq9pKOseYloMd6eSGPiY5splOTk9iDQ-6MGY2_ZWO80AxZb-LXN1oXitT-VRJDYqFQUQlI6aG8e_7RNxi2p/s320/image001-753280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5927122100135438242" /></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375339523286795640.post-2529285036377536322013-09-17T23:55:00.000-07:002013-09-17T23:56:29.390-07:00<div class="WordSection1"> <p class="MsoNormal">If you love that person unconditionally, then you come to possess the right to love them.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> Selenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15832540279325981959noreply@blogger.com0