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I engage activity with them, enjoy it with them, and then ultimately forget about them.
No regrets, I never paid them anyway.

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ljsulit is him in cyberspace. 
Always cryptic, he rarely writes about people.

Ask him anything  here.



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</description><title>Verse Perverse</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ljsulit)</generator><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>COMPETITIVE. trying to outdo my post pa eh. Joke haha!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Confirmed. LOL&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But to be fair, I was going to answer yours, but I couldn’t find the damn ask thingy. So that’s why I edited my reblog. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50987546448</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50987546448</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 21:27:25 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sunsoakedseason.tumblr.com/post/50987136865/i-wanna-know-what-people-assume-about-me-because-of-my"&gt;sunsoakedseason&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put an assumption in my ask&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ll &lt;strong&gt;confirm&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;dispute&lt;/strong&gt; it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just &lt;strong&gt;very interested&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This one’s cool :)&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;G! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Imma make thing easier for you: &lt;a href="http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/ask&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50987229536</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50987229536</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 21:19:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I am looking at you now, and all I want to do is have you. This is nothing new, except for the fact...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am looking at you now, and all I want to do is have you. This is nothing new, except for the fact that I am going to lose you. The funny thing is that it was me who decided to refuse you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never thought I would say goodbye. And I never thought it would be a voluntary one. I thought that if I will let go, it would be done forcibly, because I have known myself to be stubborn with the ones I love. So there, I said without saying it, so let me say it for it to be clear: I love you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I am leaving you. And it has never been easy to leave what you love - contrary to how seamless it is to love what you leave. One day, when life starts to be comfortable, I will look back and regret. And I’ve never regretted anything in my life. That’s how I know you’re special.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You made sense - a lot of sense. Because in the grand scheme of things, I know that I’ve never wanted to reach the end of life&amp;#8217;s journeys. But you were a mountain’s peak worthy to climb to. And I did, only to be led to a higher mountain that I have no choice but to accept the challenge laid out in front of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a fan of wrestling for all its violence and machismo. But let me share to you words that took me by dramatic surprise when I heard it in its context: “&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry. I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;And there retired one of wrestling’s greatest legends.&lt;br/&gt;While I’m no world’s greatest, I offer you those same five words.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50816160909</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50816160909</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 20:58:19 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEE, what's your bank's security pin lololololol :D</title><description>&lt;p&gt;TAKING ADVANTAGE. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50583562361</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50583562361</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:31:06 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>your post-graduation entry makes me want to sit in a corner and hate life. i will just hate you instead.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Um, don’t you hate life and me either way?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50583550541</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/50583550541</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:30:52 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Name some of the girls you feel lucky to have?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My mom and my sister tops the list of course,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But I don’t think I have to name them. It’s quite a number and I’m afraid I’m going to miss a few if I do.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Holden Caulfield said it best: “Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49665241848</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49665241848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 16:07:34 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>wazzap</title><description>&lt;p&gt;KAHmusta KAH, KAH? See what I did there? Hahaha LOL&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664960512</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664960512</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 16:00:17 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>where do you get your inspiration to write?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Highly internal. Not to sound too vain or anything but what inspires me to write all these posts is the fact that I have all these feelings inside and not a lot of friends nearby to console me with them. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I love telling stories but I’m afraid that not a lot of people love hearing them. At least when I write about them here, either people are genuinely interested in what I have to say, or I don’t have to see that they’re not. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I guess it’s all about catharsis. Just a release of the emotions without having to see the judgment that comes with it. After all, teenage boys are not supposed to feel the way I do, right?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664944252</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664944252</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 15:59:50 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Greeting Ol' friend! It's been a while since I last saw you back at DB Makati. We haven't talked that much. Still, it's a pleasure seeing some of your tweets, updating me about your current life. What's your plan after college? Best wishes :))</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oohhh super interesting! Can you tell me who you are? I’ve been dying to get back to HS friends recently. :) Give me a ring or something. Feel free to message me anywhere! :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664610451</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664610451</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 15:51:01 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Who do you think you are running around leaving scars</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I love this song, and I’d rather be the one to ask the questions from it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664524397</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49664524397</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 15:48:47 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘tor-pe (torr-peh)note |...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me6g1mqoOG1r6nm6ao1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://other-wordly.tumblr.com/post/36711803735/torpe"&gt;other-wordly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;pronunciation | &lt;a href="http://other-wordly.tumblr.com/pronunciation"&gt;‘tor-pe&lt;/a&gt; (torr-peh)&lt;br/&gt;note | this &lt;em&gt;torpe&lt;/em&gt; is Tagalog slang; it also means something like “clumsy” or “awkward” in Spanish. it can apply vice versa as well: a woman who is desperately in love with a man. or any combination of people thereof.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49181515745</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49181515745</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:21:24 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I will miss sitting in one of those lonely huts, feeling as lonely as ever, watching all the people...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I will miss sitting in one of those lonely huts, feeling as lonely as ever, watching all the people pass by. I will miss being invisible, eying you from where I am. From then, I will write notes about you - letters I never got to send. &amp;#8220;Dear you, you have made my day by showing me how beautiful you are today,&amp;#8221; one of it said. Someday I&amp;#8217;ll have the courage to personally hand to you the shortest of these texts, maybe when they mean nothing anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will miss walking along the halls, greeting and being greeted by the loudest of people. But I will miss the silent stares and suggestive smiles we have when we see eye-to-eye. I will go to you, have some small talk, and think about that for the rest of my day. Somewhere along the way, I have confused pedestrians with pedestals when it came to you, but at least I know it was in a short amount of time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will miss taking that long walk down hill to where we usually meet. I will miss being listened to, or rather forcing people to listen to me. I will miss those long benches where we would both be serious and funny at the same time. To you, I owe a lot of my character, because you have trusted me more than I would ever carry. Though I have lost so many times, I will miss fighting our battles together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will miss lingering in your presence. I will miss hating you, loving you, and  hating you again. Ours was the definition of a love-hate relationship and I will definitely miss participating in it as much as propagating it. You have been and will be always my greatest heartbreak, because it is not borne of a simple failure, but a failure to try. Thank you for teaching my life&amp;#8217;s greatest lessons that only you can teach. I am always in awe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So much can be said about missing people after graduation. And yet, despite the multitude of personalities so dear to my heart, I only have these to say.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49180353614</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/49180353614</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:56:46 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>litung-lito na ako.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ako, lutung-luto na. Ang init, intense!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/48446824596</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/48446824596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:29:48 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>hello hahahahahaha</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello Kah! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/48445614045</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/48445614045</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:13:10 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I want you to tell me that this will not end in the way it did before. Because this is starting to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want you to tell me that this will not end in the way it did before. Because this is starting to feel like how it started then. I want you to tell me that there is a new context to everything - that there is no past to speak of, for we have regarded it as irrelevant to where we are now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I looked at you and I stopped to look away. And then I looked at you again. Only then did I realize that the things I have fallen before are the things I am falling for now - your smile, your laugh, your eyes that continue to baffle me why they strike me the way they do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then I figure that this may not be a case of deja vu. How can history repeat itself when the first instance may not have stopped at all? What if, all this time, I never stopped falling for you? That all the times I seemed like I wasn&amp;#8217;t were just times that I distract myself from you? Look at the timing of everything. Everything makes sense, at least for me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And so, I decide, that it&amp;#8217;s up to you to decide. Do not expect me to take the first step into the unendless pit you have set me up before. Because when I took that leap, I fell hard. And apparently, I haven&amp;#8217;t even landed yet.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47557638425</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47557638425</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Apr 2013 03:49:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>do you believe in fate? how about second chances?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;No, I don’t believe in fate. I believe that we control much of what goes around in our lives. While we cannot choose the situations we find ourselves in, we are the ones responsible for the decisions we make in the face of these situations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hate the concept of fate because I feel it’s such a passive attitude towards what we want to achieve in life - a defeatist syndrome. If I want something, I don’t have to fight for it because fate decides it for me. No use reaching it because it all depends on whether it’s “meant to be,” right?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Same reason why I do believe in second chances. Because ultimately, it is up to us to consider these chances. While I am of the belief that “first chances” end for reasons that cannot simply be eradicated, I still believe in the notion that second chances are possible. It’s just that I’m not a fan of going back to what has already ended.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47466559559</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47466559559</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2013 01:27:11 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"That’s the thing about letting someone go. It’s that one day, when she looks back, all..."</title><description>“That’s the thing about letting someone go. It’s that one day, when she looks back, all she’d remember is an experience, a period of time in her lives with you. No way would she remember the person she had loved so dearly.”</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47383065267</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47383065267</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 02:10:44 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>what do you keep in your drafts?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Stories of old that seem to be unrefreshingly current. &lt;span&gt;I don’t know if it’s a cyclical curse or cynical clutch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Either way, they were stories of happiness, and they were stories of sadness. I’d like to believe there could have been more but all that is left are words unsaid.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47381665140</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47381665140</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 01:54:06 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>How are you?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’d like to say I’m getting by, but I don’t think I’ve gone too far at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47381473053</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47381473053</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 01:51:48 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>It is 1 a.m. tell me about your worst heartbreak</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Allow me to answer this with only one sentence, the next:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My biggest heartbreak is that I’ll never know just how it feels to be loved be you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47380755536</link><guid>http://ljsulit.tumblr.com/post/47380755536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 01:43:15 +0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
