A little bit too ironic

Life is a hoax.

You want something terribly bad, you don't get it.
You don't want it at all, that's when you get it.

You try your best, but efforts are futile.
You give it the least of your efforts, results are worse.

You try to alleviate situations, you end up aggravating them.
You want to mess up, well, you get messed up worse than you expect.

You do something good, people misinterpret them.
You do something bad, well, you're bad.

It's just full of ironies. It's a paradox. It's sarcasm at its finest. It's life. These days, optimism can be a complete waste of time and effort. Like I said, futile efforts.

But like what Alanis clearly pointed out (which totally contricts my whole life-is-a-hoax statement),

You live, you learn.

And this is exactly why I like writing. I'm the only one with the right mind set to understand what my own shit really means. It's amazing how nothing inspires me.

In other news: The weekend was spent in Puerto Del Sol in Bolinao. And last night was spent in EK, yet again.

Just what I needed

2 hours, 3 essay questions.

Whenever I'm hungered(grammar?!), I often walk around with a transparent, yellow plastic bag containing coconuts.

Why didn't I think of that instead of making up some story about a boy named Tasyo who got attached to a coconut tree?!

Anyway, EK was fun.

1.We got soaked in the Rio Grande Rapids.
2.Abbey and I rode the Space Shuttle with Sj, while Gabo, Nin(y)a, Armi and Karen watched us scream our lungs out because we actually thought we were going to die. Really.
3.Sj and I got similar(not identical) henna tatoos. He's jologs.
4.We spent P210 on a 9-minute go kart oppurtunity.
5. I earned myself multiple bumps on my back because of the tiring Swan Lake ride.
6. Etc.

I think we were last to leave the park. Waha. Last time I was there, I deemed it big. But little did I know that the place is... just small. Comes to show: I was really young the last time I was there--seven years old. Loser.

What a rush. I loved it. =)

You're so sweet it makes me cry.

Shut up

I really want to rant. Really, I do. I want to tell everyone what's on my mind and what I feel because right now, my whole being is declaring its own state of emergency.

But then I realized that though I have all the time in the world, right now, I badly need alcohol..better yet, something else more worthwhile to do.

Ulolputanginafuckshitholykalabawshetshetshetpunyetapunyemas.

Grabe may theme song na talaga ako para dito e. My shattered dreams and broken heart...

And I made these for myself: (black&white--because my life's too dull)



Ibang level.

Kenny Roger's

I bought new shoes today and I'm wearing them to Nikki's tomorrow. Wee. =)

Sj: Kelan ka ba last nag-EK?
Abbey: Ewan. Basta ang alam ko pumunta na ko dun twice. Yung una, tas yung hindi na una.

Punyemas. Sulit ang P145 ko sa Kenny. Hahaha.

P.S. Watch MI:3 and get an instant workout. Nakakapagod. But always remember, it was the rabbit's foot. Not the black rabbit. Right Regina? Right.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FRANCESCA!! One year...single. Haha. Love you, Bru. <3

These words are all I have so I'll write them. So you need them just to get by. -Dance Dance, FOB

ANTICIPATION

Waiting.
Wanting to know.
Not wanting to know.

It all sucks.

Why does waiting have to inflict so much anguish and pain??
Pain: the i-need-to-do-number-2 feeling that NEVER goes away.
Anguish: the anxiety and excitement of finding out.

Anticipation must be some form of suicide.=D Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Somebody remind me why I want this so damn much.