I hate him more than I hate myself.
A provider, maybe but never a father.
This the game on Simsimtapa : EXO members have to plays role as a boyfriend who call their Girl friend wake up.
Luhan:YAH!!!You see what time is it now!!!GET UP QUICKLY!!
Members:….. Isn’t this the way MOM call her child get up???
Cannot not blog this. T___T Oh baby, mah main boy. You are perfect. You are my deerest. Everybody’s calling your name. You are most loved my deer, but still you remain humble.
And it looks like you are about to cry while singing. Baby, don’t cry please. I’m cry too. :( Or maybe you’re just overwhelmed and happy. Or maybe you are attached to the song? I’m just guessing reasons, but baby, don’t cry.
She can’t keep a secret
For more than an hour
She runs on 100 proof attitude power
And the more she ignores me
The more I adore her
What can I do?
I’d do anything for her
Cause she’s bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can’t help myself
I don’t want anyone else
She’s a mystery
She’s too much for me
But I keep comin’ back for more
She’s just the girl I’m lookin’ for
Uuuhhh, mga 2 millimeters per lifetime?
What does it feels like? How does it feels like? When does it feels like? Where does it feels like? To whom does it feels like?
I am always telling myself, I will forever trust GOD about this thing; that someday I would be able to meet this guy (or probably met him already and some spark idk will just happen).
But sometimes, I would think to myself, “How long do I have to wait?”
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a person who desperately seeks love and who lacks love. In fact, I feel loved, by people around me, by my family (not by my father though, loljk), by my friends. And yes, I love them too. But loving someone, of opposite sex/gender, that’s what I don’t know to feel.
Well, maybe I just forgot how to? Maybe it was a looonng looong time since I felt that feeling. Or maybe I just didn’t even feel that at all. That genuine feeling. What does it feel? Tell me.
I know, I know you got to love yourself first, well, after God, I mean, before you can love somebody. And yes, I have come to love myself, in spite and despite (but sometimes still don’t like a thing or two or three or four, yes I’m dysfunctional and all, I know, and that’s part of ‘loving me is hard’ thing) of everything.
Others will tell, “It’s hard to explain”, or something like “love is unexplainable”, or “love has no reasons”. Okay, okay I get it, but how does it feel?? Again others will answer, “butterflies in your stomach”, “rambling thoughts”, “light feeling”, etc etc.
WHUUUUUUTT? HOW TO LOVE. WHAT IS LOVE. “Kilig” is different from love, that is what I’m sure of.
Oh, when will I feel you? I know, in God’s perfect time, that what I was always telling myself, and I trust that.
BUT RIGHT NOW, I’M NUMB.
(and even the K-Idols can’t change that)
She is my sunshine. He was my storm.
He was my autumn. She is my spring.
She is my last. He was my first.
He promised. She promised.
Only the field and the flowers know the truth.