God said so!

Airplanes, stars and butterflies. Nothing like it. Thank you!!!! You're ALWAYS the best part of my day.

CHEEZUMS

REPUTATION. I used to worry so much about what other people think about me or the things I did, and based on my experiences, it never really did me any good. I won't let that happen now. Talk about it, fine. But do you cause you really care? Of course not. CHISMIS. Rocks your world doesn't it? I'm happy. So what?

"I'm afraid of ending up in the situation 'me and him against the whole world'." It was an excuse someone used on me before. But excuses are for cowards and I'm not going to use that, especially now. I'm happy. So what?

Last week, someone came up to me and asked me about something. It felt like she was prying about my history. Funny cause I didn't really care as much anymore. Neither do I care about what you people think now. Screw what other people think. I'm happy. So what? DEAL WITH IT. And if you can't, it would do you well to shut up. Thanks.

That's all! Mwa mwa mga chismosa and chismoso!

I am Grover again!

I've been listening to Coldplay's Fix You since yesternight cause I needed some major D.I.Y.-F.Y. (WEH, HAHAHA). I was hormonal. And my hormones were talking (and typing?) too much (with all caps and exclamation points, okay?). Hence the previous post.

I felt so sucky that I ended up crying (nonstop) over the smallest thing: an email I didn't receive (which made me feel unloved). Babaw, tey.

Anyway, later that night I had the best mail delivered to my doorstep:

"YOU ARE LOVED SO DEAL WITH IT."

Thanks! You are the bestest! (See, 'estest' is mine')

I GIVE UP

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M CRYING THIS MUCH OVER BULLSHIT.

THANKS AH!!!!!!

Things I Can't Say

It's times like this when confusion gets the best of me. I'm trying for us but that's the most I can do for now and I am sorry. I want to get this right and make it perfect for you and me. I don't want this to go to waste.

And you, I am sorry too because I can't force myself. I'm sorry I gave up. I think I deserve to be happy? And you're not the only one who can give me that. But I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of the hellhole you're in. I am so so so sorry.

Strange coincidence. This played while I was making my entry (but my iTunes was on and it was on 'random' mode sooooooo... NOTHING). Here's a part of Better In Time:

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too
It'll all get better in time
Even though I really love you
I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to
It'll all get better in time

Since there's no more you and me
It's time I let you go
So I can be free
And live my life how it should be
No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you
Yes I will

Thought I couldn't live without you
It's gonna hurt when it heals too
It'll all get better in time
Even though I really love you
I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to (yes I do)
It'll all get better in time

I am Grover.

No, I'm not blue like him. But we're both... loved?:-) SANA! 

With butterflies kase!

On love and lotto

Love is like winning the lotto...

and then losing your ticket.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Go figure.:-)

BWISIT

When I woke up earlier today, the iPod dock beside my bed was missing. I found it in another room but my iPod, which I left there yesterday morning, was missing. I looked inside our communal gadget 'chest' and I found my iPod there. I took the dock with me to my room and turned my iPod on. SURPRISE! ALL MY FILES WERE GONE. I was very shocked but then I realized in was perfectly fine since all my stuff were in my laptop. So, I connected my iPod to my laptop. It took a while before it loaded and then some message popped out of iTunes: iPOD CORRUPTED.

I CANNOT AFFORD TO HAVE MY DAILY ROUTINE MESSED UP KAYA PUTANG INA MO SINO KA MAN NA GUMALAW NG iPOD KO. That's all.

Slut, period.

HAH!

I've been reading the whole day and I'm sick of it. I haven't even started with the outline. I am this close to giving up on India (I'm doing a paper on it and regional FDI regulation). I am too tired to think. I don't know what I'm typing. I'm about to doze off. I need coffee, no fuck.

PEKTITE!

Said I'm trying

I can't study. I need a mask.

Bye.

Scatterbrain.

Hello. I am back in the couch where I fell asleep 2 nights before, and I am musing over my assigned IPE reading yet again. I have nine pages to go and I have to do some 'hocus focus' (WEH!!!!!!!). I'm a scatterbrain right now. Hahaha. (I found that funny, sorry. It's so me right now haha.)

 

"This is one of our good days." Definitely. And I say that over and over and over and over and over (WEH. Ang dami) again.

Okay, fine. Back to reading... or at least trying.

Thanks for the butterflies.:-)

Cause it's 4:50 AM

Note: I have decided to skip a few details to save myself from whatever because whatever happens a lot and I don't need any more of whatever in my life as of the moment.

January 3?

I just woke up and just started researching when I received a text message from Dean asking if I wanted to hang. Next thing I knew? She was outside my house. I had to prepare really quick (yes, 30 minutes is considerably short, Dean) and while I did, I received this annoying text message from her: Hi, i'm pressure. Ang bagal mo. Are you pressured? (or something to that effect). Too bad I erased it. I shouldn't have cause when I remember her message, I still laugh by my little own self. Anyway, we decided to stay in Starbucks Home Depot (cause she says it's 'Tagaytay level', which it was, especially with the weather). I am telling you, not a minute passed without either of us cracking a joke (or blurting out a stupid comment) and laughing our asses out. Okay, fine, I am exaggerating but what can I say when company was that good. (Ugh drama!!!!)

Okay so after this, Dean dropped me off at Galleria cause I met up with Sarah and Jessie. We had dinner and "studied" at Jessie's until we realized we wanted to get out of there and go to Greenhills (where Sarah now stays yiheeee!). We met up with Greenhills people, namely, Charles and Karl. We all ended up in the smoking area of Starbucks (cause it was too cold inside), ranting about how our holidays went, and for that time (and that time alone), forgetting about the ton of school work freezing inside. I have much to thank these guys for and I am glad we all had that chance to 'bond'.

Anyway, I, um... I'm thinking. And skipping details hehe! Hmmm. Let's just say no more drama-rama. And we'll give it another shot. Thanks for making me happy!

Wait lang. I'm sleepy. See the time? Good morning.

DONE.

I am too tired to blog but I feel like talking. No one's up so I've no one to talk to. AND! Cause I'm tired of talking to myself during times like this (WEH hahaha), I have resorted to blogging.

I don't know what I did wrong (hahaha ang drama) but I'm sorry. I really am. Sigh. (I am done)

Days (delayed) Christmas Party earlier. Fun, fun, fun. Can't wait to attend my first ever Olsens. Sana may mag-plan na! (Ben Bulac, I'm gonna get back at ya!!!!)

One last thing: YOU see, it's called trust. Don't I deserve that?

Good mornight (term coined by J. Mariano, 2009)! (Hahahahaha MAY GANON)