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.

Noodle! Noodle! Noodle!

Yung title, yun yung sinabi ni Manny Pacquiao nung sumali siya sa Deal or No Deal. :))

Ooooohhh I like Blogger Beta. Customizing a template is fun. Haha.

It's a friday night and I'm home, staring at the computer and typing nothing of sense on this blog. Oh well.

I don't know if anyone from the UG reads this, it isn't much of a big deal if anyone does, I don't find anything wrong about what I'm about to say because I'm entitled to my own emotions hello. Anyway, I feel a bit out of place. It's like my interests and way of thinking are nowhere near theirs. And it's sad. I mean masaya na kung masaya, pero may feeling na "I don't belong" na kumakalaban sa "I want to belong". Ewan. It's like wanting to fit in but having no way of doing so and having tried (as in tried: araw araw akong nakatambay dun), I've realized that I can't really force myself to fit in because my mindset's different. EWAN. Maybe it's my taste in music. Oh well. I like working and the people are nice. I'm fine with that. Really. Pero parang ayoko nang umeffort. Minsan kasi di ko alam kung napplastican lang ako o hindi, eh based on experience masama sakin yung ganun kasi.....basta. So, sa library nalang siguro ako tatambay madalas. The loser-ish kind of life, yaknow. But I do love UG. Maybe it's just me. Ok malabo. Parang relationship, eh?

And I just have to say this:

I hate Manny Pacquiao.
He is as greedy as most politicians. He earns millions of pesos from punching the hell out of good looking Mexican people, getting (a lot of) goddamn advertisments (please, mula Mcdo hanggang Nike?!) and whatnot, yet have you heard of a foundation? Or him donating to a charity? Ewan ko lang ah, baka di ko lang alam na philanthropist pala siya. But he's so greedy I want to tell that to his face. Wala akong nakikitang bahid ng bait at pagpapakumbaba sa mukha niya. (Seriously, kayo meron ba?) I don't like him. If he runs for office, I will not vote for him. That's if I'm even registering to vote. But, you get my drift, yes? His popularity may have slowly turned him in to some person with a little too much pride. Yun lang. =D

Sorry Manny fans. This is my point of view. You are very welcome to disagree through comments. =)

I have to stop ranting and criticizing. Bad for a Buddhist wannabe, it is.