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Care too little, you will lose them. Care too much, you will get hurt.

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yelyahwilliams:

buzzfeed:

Surprised Red Panda!

the other is like: “you ok dude?”

Red pandas!

aaahahahha

n’aaaaw

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the-absolute-best-posts:

r4vens:
so… why do I keep looking for signs?
Via/Follow The Absolute Greatest Posts…ever.
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the-absolute-best-posts:

r4vens:

so… why do I keep looking for signs?

Via/Follow The Absolute Greatest Posts…ever.

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edating:

kinda weird that u can think about someone as much as u want and they have no idea

(via rose-monarchy)

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I’m getting tired…

On pursuit on something,
hoping i would have it in my arms
Endlessly hoping
yet I have ended up with nothing still…


BUT I WILL NOT GIVE UP…..

Not till she says it through her lips, that she hates me.. 

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guilty.. :3

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We’re different when we came in, we were one when we came out.

“Hello My Name is Gabriel Angelo Digman, Gab for short, Business Economics Major, Studied from Olivarez College, I like to sing and my favorite color’s green.”

The first few I gave out to a class i never knew I’d never forget.
As the night fades away and my eyes grow weary, I’ll take the time to write my class a note, or something…

I entered a room filled with people whom i thought I’d never really get close with. I feared that everywhere, there would be competition to get to the top. Then i realized I was wrong.

On the first day everything was really blurry, not literally, but its as if it was just me and my friends. I was really scared to make friends, no matter how much i wanted to. Well, something just pushed me to do so, and that’s when everything started.

(tagalog naman)

Alam mo yung feeling na akala mo lahat ng makakasama mo sa klase magiging kakumpetensya mo sa lahat? Eh , wala eh dun ako nasanay eh. Lahat puro gusto 1st place, walang pakialam sa kung sino man ang kasama nila. Pero dito? sa BA101?  Hindi kaya, Kita mo pompom competition namin? bagamat di nagkaisa sa umpisa, nagkaisa rin sa bandang huli, at bilang isa, umangat tayong lahat. Walang mas mataas, walang mas mababa, pantay pantay lang.

(back to english, or taglish)

Damn, We came into a classroom all so different, but somehow, tugma lahat. Kahit papaano, tugma ang pagkakaiba at nakabuo ng isang pamilya.

Di man ako magaling na manunulat gaya ng iba kong mga talentadong kaklase, ngunit sinasanay ko din ang aking sarili upang maging kalevel ko kayo. 

BA101. ano ba to? It’s not just a simple block section. It’s my family.

Ankulit pa, since mostly girls lang… So sama sama mga boys, at sama sama mga girls. Typical. HAHA!

Isang unique quality of BA101. Vanity. Imagine this, I’m a man that doesn’t like cameras and whenever i see one, i hide. but because of this Section, grabe. Nakakatuwa lang. haha! 

Its not like any other sections, eto yung, napamahal sakin. This is one section i really loved. Seriously, no malice…

(drama mode)

At bukas, ang huling araw na magsama sama ang BA 101, handa na nga ba talaga ako magpaalam ng pansamantala sa inyo? O sadyang itatago ko nalang muli ang nararamdaman at idaan nalang sa ngiti. HINDI! 

No matter how much i don’t want to say goodbye. Ganyan talaga ang buhay, parang life.

So, ganito nalang, since 3 weeks naman.

Kita kits nalang, walang kalimutan ah? Walang iwanan. Sama sama pa rin kahit magkakalayo na. Ganyan naman tayo diba? Parang magnet, may makita na magandang trip, sama sama lahat. Manalo man, o matalo.

Mahal ko kayo. Ba101, from the deepest depths of my heart. One section I’ll never forget. :( 

With love,

Gab :3 mufufufufufu..

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