"Love can be the brightest flame that leaves the deepest scar, but still, it's the one that lighten you up the brightest." THANK YOU SA SUPPORT :D

[EDITED]"People come and go." Yan bagay na napatunayan ko sa murang edad pa lamang. Ako si Penny, labing pitong taong gulang-living a simple life. Vaughn Vincent Laguesma. That's the name that carved really deep inside, not only in my head but also in my heart. He became my savior, my crush and helplessly, my love. Pero katulad ng nasa itaas, people come and go. Pagkatapos niyang dumating at i-invade ang munti kong puso, at saka naman mangyayari ang mga hindi inaasahang bagay. He left. He left my young heart wounded. I thought that was it. He just came, and eventually left my life. But I was wrong. After a long time, he came back without a warning. At sa kanyang pagbabalik, kasabay noon ang isang bagay na hindi ko akalaing posible palang mangyari sa simple kong buhay. He's suddenly my...what!? FIANCE!? Seriously!? Paano!? Bakit!? Okay, let's revise the statement above. "People come and go. But if fate plays a joke on you, that person who left will come back to perplex you and mess up your life."

Facebook Status. Halos lahat makaka relate pag ito na yung usapan. Pano kapag ito yung dahilan ng pagbabago ng buhay mo? Anong gagawin mo kapag pinag agawan ka ng dalawang school hearthrob?! Sinong pipiliin mo, yung matagal nang tinitibok ng puso mo o yung lalaking hindi mo inaasahan na magbabago ng nararamdaman mo? Basahin. Kiligin. :)

BETTING ON THIS LOVE . . . . My Short and First Story... HOPYA Like It... ^_^

50% TRUE STORY :)) written by: Dancel of The Seven Writers

Naranasan niyo na ba yung feeling na magkaron ng crush? Yung feeling na sa isang sulyap lang niya ay napa ibig ka na? Well, eto basahin mo baka sakaling maka relate ka!

Let's play this game.. isusugal mo ba ang single life mo para sa nakakalokong larong to?

Ang sikat na si CHANHO, ngayon lang napansin na may kaklase pala syang nagngangalang HANA!! Posible pala yun? o.O

I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the windows, and all the things we’ll always have because we cannot possess them." — Paulo Coelho