In the end, it all hurts the same

Seriously?

I don’t know why I even try.

SERIOUSLY.

There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more.

Why can’t life be more like this?


Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

I swear I need to get out of this house. I'm processing too much thoughts and emotions and I'd like to think it isn't because of too much Grey's Anatomy. Stupid PMS.

(edit) Note to self: Stop crying too much. It gives you stress....and headaches.

Girl language 101

I'm nowhere near sleepy and YM's just impossible. So, I decided to contemplate on dialogues from OTH. Pathetic, I know.

Lucas: [after Brooke saw Rachel naked in the back of Luke's car] Brooke, this isn't what it looks like. Anyways, I don't get why you're so upset.
Brooke: You're kidding, right?
Lucas: You're the one who wanted to be non-exclusive. I'm just doing what you wanted.
Brooke: What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to say that there was no-one else you could ever be with and that you'd rather be alone then without me. I wanted the Lucas Scott from the beach telling the world that he's the one for me!
Lucas: How was I supposed to know that?

Note to guys in need of a clue:
Girls often do things to find out what you're willing to do and sacrifice for us. Unlike you, we don't find pleasure in jumping into the unknown. We like testing the waters to see if it's going to be worth it. Risks are necessary, yes. But come on, in the long run, if one of the two gets seriously hurt, it'll be the female. It isn't our fault we got all the emotional hormones. Life is short, and sadly, we take a hell of a lot longer patching up our bruised hearts than you. (I mean, really. When guys get into fights, grudges don't really become an issue. Female "misunderstandings" are way different. Our emotions allow us the disadvantage of a grudge and thus prolongs the issue at hand. Hah!) There isn't much room for messing up and re-committing mistakes over and over again. A girl may say one thing and mean another. We're crazy like that. You'll learn to love it.

Someday

I swear that when I get older (as in mommy old), sick kids drink tons of water and eat or go straight to the hospital. I get really frustrated when someone's sick, therefore, my ballistic nature takes up the best of me and I nag anyone sick to gobble up more than enough water and food and visit the damned hospital as soon as possible because no one knows better than those high paying doctors. We can't blame them. They suffered and endured school long enough. Hats off to your patience, doctors. HAHA. (FYI, the hospital is damned for a simple reason. Go figure.)

So there. Sj's better and the internet sucks so I can't access LJ. So that worried entry has to wait to get updated.

And I've been home the entire week (well, except Christmas) because Sj got sick and I don't feel good about going out and having fun while worrying about him being all bedridden and sick. My nights out are always with him, anyway. Hirap na walang koste. (Joke lang boy hahaha) Well, I'm sweet like that. Heehee.

For the record: I took care of a big baby yesterday. I'm sure you got flattered your girlfriend fed you lunch. Literally. :))

But Nina and I were actually supposed to have lunch today. Or just hang out. But we got lazy and decided that there were other days to do that. Talk about terrible reasoning out. Haha.

Oh, I haven't done anything for school. Crap.

ANNOUNCEMENT:
Incubus on Myx Live on January 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pasado bang penguin?

I think I want to stay here. Or blog less on LJ. The only advantage(s?) I get from the latter are the comments that let me know people actually read my trash. Thing is, they only do because I'm on their Friends page.

Cliche my ass

I've long heard about imitation being the highest form of flattery but sometimes enough is just enough. Too much of something is bad enough. Don't try to live another person's life--you have your own. Learn to accept and take control. In the end, you'll realize that the only person you're fooling is yourself. And regret? Oh, regret is just terribly fated sometimes.

Got that? Good. Now, wake up. None of this is a fairytale. Even if it were, happy endings are put in the end for a reason. Figure that out along the way. Think about it:

Ariel didn't end up with Prince Eric without an Ursulan fight. Snow White didn't end up with the prince without chewing on a poisoned apple upon meeting the dwarfs. Cinderella didn't become a princess without being some maid. Aurora didn't become the sleeping beauty without, well, having too much of a power power power nap. Belle didn't become beauty if not for a beast. And Jasmin didn't end up with Aladdin at the exact time she found out he was some riffraff or streetrat.

In reality, it's some sort of prolonged conflict we often misunderstand as something inconceivably unfortunate. What we fail to realize is the irony of the entirety of this story. It takes a chapter at a time. You take one out, and you can't move forward. There is this thing we call time, so abstract all we could do is go with it. Misfortunes are there for a reason. You have that chance to influence others and make a difference, but live your own life. You've yet to discover your purpose.

Just really, stop flattering me. It's not imitating. Whuth.

I've got life to do

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSICA PUA!

The lack of something to write about is inevitable. A lot's been happening, yes, but though I have this incredible urge to write, I have nothing but stories. And we all know how terrible I am at that--I won't even attempt to do it now as remnants of last night's alcohol splurge are still evidently evident (read: redundant) amidst my sulking brain. My LJ's quite active and this account's become idle because I only use this when I feel like it, but that doesn't mean my LJ has all the sense. HAHA. Believe me, it's trash.

So now, I shall post pictures because those are all I have.

Monday-Friday

The patay-nanaman-tayo-kay-MamaL day

Dancing for MC's..uh..something.

At madulas yung sahig okaaaay. Whoever's seen celtic will understand why the floor is such a big deal.

Heehee

Saturday

Jessica's 18th

Yun lang. I hear my calling: to be a bum.

But in the end, it's right

Ballet everyday means no social life, yet again. Bat ko nga ba to ginagawa ulit? Self indulgeeeeeeence. Haha labo. Today was historic, actually. Every year in the present MB president's term (term e no), there will come a point when everyone decides to get rid of the diligence instilled in them the past year and not follow the instructions given, whatsoever. Today was the day. Everyone went to Mcdo to eat and take pictures instead of warming up so we could be able to fix the dance for Thursday (kung may GA, aaaaaack!! Hahabol ako kung abot seryoso) . Consequently, PMS season ata ni Mama L so ayun. The yearly "It's your fault! You're the president!" speech took place and Chesca, Clara and I, being past presidents, took pleasure in telling Nancy that it wasn't such a big deal. Seryoso. Nung ako yung presidente, pinasayaw kami ng isang sayaw, the day itself, pinalitan ko yung mismong sayaw. As in ibang sayaw. As in parang macarena dapat pero pinalitan ko ng tsokolate. Pero malamang di yun yung sayaw pero gets?! So tell me, sinong pasaway? Hahaha.

Yun lang. Nakita ko na yung video ng Frailty. Search niyo sa Youtube. Hinintay ko talagang magload ng matagal dahil dial up ako. Go Bombee--siya yung killer hahaha. =D

Panawagan para kay JM aka John:

I love you John Mayer. You write great lyrics and great music, therefore I will buy Continuum over Fragmented (sorry UdD, I know you've long been delayed) no matter how expensive it is (because you're a goddamn foreign artist) just as long as I get the 2 stickers left for the Starbucks planner. I promise I will marry you.♥