Thanks for complimenting the song. :’3 Well, the title’s Forevermore, sung by the infinitely awesome GUMI of Vocaloid. :3
Kyaaaaa~ I’m very, very sorry for not replying ahead to this message of yours. You see, I’m running another blog and left this because I’m simply lazy for organizing my posts. :X
So, here’s the answer to your question. Details are added, of course. :D
Title: ずっとね (Forevermore)
Artist: GUMI (Vocaloid 2)
Composer: conti4x
Lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZO9sxfYgMg
Download:
There you goooo. :3
The reason why you are getting disrespected is simply because you don’t respect yourself. You may think you do, but driving yourself over to a man’s house after certain hours is simply asking to be put in a category. You can’t go to a man’s house late at night and have him believing he isn’t going…
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I’ve never connected with anyone in the world like you before. Whatever I am feeling you have the ability to express it for me, without me having to put it in words. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Music. You are on my mind all the time. You are the reason I strive to wake up in the…
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It’s sad, how people lock themselves up in their own little world. We lie to ourselves, saying that everything’s alright, everything’s fine. We wear the mask and act the part, and say it’s all part of the show. We live in boxes, see in darkness, and speak in lies.
It’s our world that we live in. Why should it change?!
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If I were a bird…
I would’ve seen more than a grand scenery each and every second. I would’ve felt more superior than the creatures walking, running, or crawling below me. I would’ve thought myself as one stronger than the currents of the ocean as I dive into its depths. Every place I go would’ve been a memory — a part of me. I would’ve been… free, and would’ve been so proud of myself, for only few would feel freedom from everything.
(via lolfaggoat)
Love isn’t about finding the “perfect” person. No one is perfect in this world, but there are people who are perfect for you, and it’s all about trying to find someone who can love you with all of your imperfections.But sometimes it’s not enough just to tolerate someone’s weird quirks. You really, truly have to embrace them and accept the whole package. So, remember there is no such thing as a perfect man or woman. Everyone comes with their own little oddities that will drive you nuts sometimes, but it’s all about learning to accept them and loving the person as a complete picture. Because no beautiful work of art is completely flawless—and neither is love.
Hindi mo alam kung gaano ako kasaya ngayon. Salamat sa hindi pag suko, pagbubutihan ko ang lahat para hindi kana magpang-abot sa boiling point. Pero sana mahal kahit may ganung mga pagkakataon, isipin mo na galit lang tayo o mainit ang ulo kaya natin nagagawa ang mga ganung bagay at nakakabitaw ng ayaw nating mga salita. Habang lumalalim ang pagmamahalan natin, lalong nagkukulang ang isang “sorry” na kataga para mapawi ang sakit sa ating mga puso. Hindi bat singlakas ng atomic bomb pag sumabog? sing sakit ng isang bilyong bubuyog pag tumusok? at sing kati ng kagat ng langgam na hindi agad maalis-alis kahit kamutin? sana may instant ointment na pwedeng ipahid para madali lang itong mawala, at sana may price na ibibigay habang tumatagal ang isang relasyon para mas mapatagal pa ito. Pero naisip ko…sa love, maraming dapat isakripisyo at itaya. Parang kang tumataya sa lotto, na habang pataas ng pataas ang pwedeng mapanalunan mas gusto mong balik balikan. Kagaya ng love na kung palalim ng palalim hindi mo sinusukuan. Mahal na mahal kita. Alam kong lagi mo na itong naririnig sakin, pero totoo ito at hinding hindi ako magsasawa na sabihin ang mga katagang yan dahil yan ang totoo.
Mahal ko, ako ay tumataya sa relasyong ito, kahit gumastos pa ako ng 10 piso araw-araw gagawin ko basta mapanalunan ko lang ang tagal o kahit pang habang buhay na relasyon, pero alam natin na hindi natin hawak ang panahon at darating ang araw na pwedeng maiba ang lahat ng plano. Sa ngayon, hayaan mo muna akong mapasaya ka at masulit natin itong panahon na ito ng pagmamahalan.
I think we’re all looking for someone to spend the rest of our lives with, someone who gets us. Even the most reserved people need someone who understands them, because nobody truly wants to be alone.
(Source: jacklogan)
I hear your ever so alluring call, but yet I rarely head to it. You see the night, she too speaks my name. Her voice is so much more beauteous, and if I am being frank, I am in love with her. This takes nothing away from what you and I had. I loved those nights we spent in my bed. It’s just the night, the night… she understand me. Some of the best times of my life have happened with her. I love her. I really do. So I am sorry. Maybe in couple years, when I’ve grown up, had my fun, and become a more well adjusted person, maybe we can try to have a steady relationship again. Sincerely, Me.
A popular student taking Journalism died last 2006. He was Jonathan Heilsberg. Two years passed, and a depressed Japanese actress, Mayumi Ishima, ran away from Tokyo to her hometown, Chousei, to at least calm down by the coastal area on that place, where she used to spend almost half of her childhood life. “Why do I have to face those rumors regarding that faggot? I’m sick of this!” she said, kicking the sand, causing herself to close her eyes for a while. By bare hands, she dug the ground with rage, and suddenly stopped when she felt something hard. “What could this be? A remnant of Typhoon Maria?” she wondered, as she pulled out the hard object with force. She did it successfully, and realized that it was an empty bottle, with a letter seemingly unharmed inside it. She opened the bottle, and read it out loud, for there was no one around her. Dear Reader, Hi. This is me, Johnny. I am currently experiencing Colon Cancer… stage 4 to be exact, so I consider myself so damn lucky that I still have the ability to write this. And… whoever you may be, I am pleased to share to you, the climax of my twenty-two years of existence in this world. Have you ever felt something when you think of yourself being loved by someone you love? I’m sure as you’re reading this, you’re blushing, thinking of that particular person you’ve shared your affectionate feelings to, just like what I did to MY special someone. Now let me describe to you that homo sapiens I usually think of as my future wife (supposedly). She’s has fair skin, moderately chinky eyes, wavy hair, fat body (I’m laughing hard this time), and an awesome smile. I met her a year ago at Okinawa. She was wearing her school uniform, holding a lot of books. When those books of hers dropped, I picked them up for her, and you know what she said? “Kutabare.” I knew what she meant, but I didn’t care, for I was STARING at her shimmering eyes, and I knew she knew. Hahahaha. A week passed, and I went back to Winnipeg (this is located in Canada), the place where I was actually residing in. I loved blogging that time, so I logged in Blogger by the time I got home, and saw a very fascinating blog. Too bad, it’s written in Japanese. But when I scrolled down it, I saw images of no one but the girl I met at Okinawa. I sent her a message… and that marked the start of, in my eyes, a slowly blooming relationship. Well, I fell in love with her a month after, and without hesitation, I courted her (through the blog, of course), and fortunately, she said yes. I felt like I was in heaven that day. In the first months of our relationship, she was filled with doubts, and at the same time, my whole life became full of doubts. Wonder why? Because that’s when my Colon Cancer started. She never knew until we reached our fourth month, by the time we saw each other through Yahoo Messenger. She saw me in pain, then there I explained. I saw her crying. Mayumi was interested in the letter she was reading aloud, and by every word she read, she slowly… remembered something. I felt like she was regretting that she loved a dying person like me, so for many times, I attempted to let her go, but she insisted me not to. There I gained my confidence to… fight,only for her. But two years passed, and she told me about one of her neighbors. She told me that she fell in love with him. I got sad, but had nothing to do, because it was her who… let me go because of him. That neighbor of hers was, I guess, one hundred million times more handsome, more intelligent, more loving, and healthier… than I. Well, I guess I’m a failure: As a boyfriend, a future husband, a brother, a best friend. But that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m happy because she’s happy, and because I’m no use in this world, I’m going to remove this life support. Goodbye, okay? Tell that girl that I love her so damn much! With best regards, Jonathan Heilsberg. Then suddenly, tears fell from her eyes when she read the last line. P.S. In case you don’t know who that girl is, her name’s Mayumi Ishima. Awesome, right? Well, she herself is. Okay, here I bade my last farewell. Byebye. :)
I never knew why I was born in this world. I never knew, in the first place, how I was made, and how I stayed for nine months inside my mother’s womb. I never knew why I survived those nine months, and why God chose for me to. I never knew why my mother and father decided this name I have now for me. I never knew why I had to become a substitute parent just because I’m the eldest child. I never knew why I got scolded for what my younger siblings did. I never knew why I had to be the only one exerting so much effort among the children. I never knew why I was created with a mind which adapts easily to any academic challenges. I never knew why I had so many friends, but most of them were fakes. I never knew why I trust people so easily. I never knew why I fall in love fast. I never knew why I became sensitive 24/7. I never knew why someone loved me —- Am I deserving enough to be loved? Guess not. I’ve been an evil child to my parents, who keeps on defending herself though she obviously owns the defeat. I’ve been selfish, especially when it comes to food. I’m the laziest person on Earth in my own eyes. My room is a landfill. I get mad too easily, and same goes for reacting. Moreover, I don’t like myself either on the outside. My face’s flooded with pimples, and I alwans do mannerisms such as biting nails and plucking hair. Guess I’ll never know why.
No matter how strong someone is, it gets to a point where he/she would no longer be able to handle things on his/her own. And it’s crazy that some people think that you can forever put up that strong front, that it’s okay to be insensitive and all ‘cause you’d always be okay, and you would understand. People are wrong.
