I really don't know what to think anymore!
There's this weird attitude of mine, that I would easily fall for someone. I know, it's so mainstream and so yesterday-ish, but actually, it's a fact of my life. If I find someone I like, I usually try to get close to them, get to know them, and all other stuff. I try to seem pleasing to them, impress them(if i must, lol) up to a point that I'm developing a certain, stronger, 'feeling' towards them. Then later on, when I've already have this 'strong feeling' for them, I become uneasy. Then, maybe a week or so, I'd always end up breaking my heart after hearing from them that they liked someone else, or they're engaged or has a girlfriend or doesn't like me as more as a friend - FRIENDZONED, yea probably, but I don't know what to think anymore.
I have this loose screw in my head, and this happens all the time. Of course, the feelings does not grow overnight, it gradually happens, but still, it does. No matter how hard I try to tell myself that I should not.
Probably, I'm a walking example of the saying from a person I forgot, "If one does not learn from his past, he is doomed to repeat it." It took me ages to understand what this meant, and now I do, I really do.
To learn I have to go through the hard, painful way. But after the pains and aches, and I've slowly picked my self up and promised to never ever do that again, I'm back at square one again when another opportunity arises.
Hope, I would finally learn when to stop. I wish I would know what to do in dire situations wherein correct judgement and discretion must be applied. I wish I know, so I'd no longer be a fool, entangled from the mistakes I scratch upon the pages of my past.
*Slaps self* Learn! Learn! Learn!
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- About me: I'm the youngest of three siblings. I love singing, writing, acting, eating, and praising myself. I'm not an OC, but I love cleaning when I feel the urge. I'm moody, when I've just woken up I smile a lot. I'm not a lonely person but I sure love to be alone. I'm a student I love fireworks, icecream and holidays I'm a home-body I love our four dogs, Lilit, Katy, Poping, and Leyona I'm melodramatic. I love making quotes and advices about love and moving on. I write. I sing. I blog. And this is my story..
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Eat it up! No, I did not mean your broccoli, nor does this have any connection with food, but rather it's something about our words.
We, people are born to be social beings. We are built to interact, to socialize, to mingle, to express, to understand and be understood. That is why there is this one important invention made by our ancestors, WORDS!
Yes, words! Words are very powerful. They could express our deepest angst and emotions in a way, our gestures and linguistics can. And also, they can become a self-destruct time bomb that would cause our downfall.
So next time, when you're feeling an extreme and explosive emotion that seems like it cannot be contained, please do find another alternative to let out that 'emotion'. Just be careful on how we let it out, 'cuz we never know how it could turn out. It could cause you a lot more trouble than solutions.
Ohhhh....
I miss blogging! It's been months since my last post! Totally, now that all my heavy majors and minors are over.. getting of grades is finished, enrollment is snapped, I can now concentrate on blogging and my summer class.
It won't be for too long, this haleliuh moment of mine, 'cuz I know I'll become a lot more busier soon. But at least for now, I can have you guys.
I miss this... ^.^
I never really thought school would be this.. stressful! As a first year masscom, I was like, " I haven't felt my being a mass com yet" ... second year was the same, but I was starting to have an idea what we'd be doing .. third year first sem, my subjects and majors started to become very hectic but was still manageable. At the end of third year's first sem, I felt pretty confident that, second sem would be just a breeze and that the first sem would be "harder", ... but I was wrong. Second sem is the hardest sem up to date!
Events, plays, performances, projects, all come together. You won't even know which one to do first! On our younger years, holidays were such blessings 'cuz we'd just stay at home and sloth away. But this sem, even holidays are considered school days since we'd still have to practice a something for that day. And even that day of practice ain't enough. Not to mention the projects that'd pile up.
Maybe, as a third year mass com student, what I must learn and have gradually learned, is to manage your time "EFFICIENTLY". There shouldn't be a day that you haven't done anything. At the very least, do something, like a project or plan out a sched, cuz time is of the essence and not being to pass even just one of these MAJOR-MAJOR requirements is a death sentence.
Excited for this sem to end, but more importantly, I'm much excited for the satisfaction me, and my batch mates would feel after we've gone through this tough sem. Let's keep working!!!
Feb 6, 2012, the day started like a normal, rainy day. The sky was cloudy, the traffic was okay, the only thing I had in mind that day was that I forgot to bring an umbrella, but besides that, no one ever thought that something like an "earthquake" would transpire later on today.
It was 11:40 something, and we were still on theater class, reporting, and all of the sudden, someone said, "Look the projector's moving", and we were like, "she dum.. " but no...
.. the projector was indeed moving, and we all sat still on our sits, bracing ourselves, some were teary, some were so scared( I for one) and some was just so shocked to have a reaction. Our teacher even had to stay on the corner and yelled that everyone stay calm, but in a situation we weren't really prepared for, we panicked.
After that, we all, including students and faculty, went down the school grounds and formed there, waiting if there'd be any after shocks and glad that there were none. So we decided to do the interview this afternoon for the priest and lawyer but then, when we got there on the church. A classmate of mine received some text message that sea water was gonna reach Ermita, that classmate lived there so she panicked and we all decided to go home. To add to the pressure, people were saying that the water's reaching the area near the church, so we were like, OMG, we're gonna go home. It was, hell I don't even know the time, but I was near Jollibee mandaue and was trying to find a jeepney to ride but, none. My amegs tried to tell me that there's still a jeepney ride but it's too far to just walk, was still in highway and I was still on the parish church and it was no joke. But, instead of just staying there and wait for my papa to pick me up, I decided to walk it all out, and so I did, and as I reached about 75perc of the total distance, I saw an officer, and asked where should I ride, and he told me and stuff.
I waited there for about 20 minutes and I was like, "Sh*t, there's no Talamban jeepney going here.." So I looked around, I looked at the jeepney writings and looked at the people and alas, I saw this blessed thing made from the heavens, the street signage.
I saw Talamban and I was able to board a jeepney.
What's the lesson for today? Maybe, it's to not believe right away things from text messages, listen to the news, be updated, and always be safe.
No, not how bad my drawing is the topic here, it's ... R-I-C-E! That white, sometimes brown, grain that'd had to be submerged in boiling water for half an hour to get that sumptuous, soft, staple food. Yumm..
I know that the sight of rice might scare a lot of people, especially those who're in a totally, no-carbs diet, but I can't help it, I love rice. Not in the sense that I'd eat it alone, duh? I'm still sane enough to not do that, but, the feeling that there's plenty of it in my plate, it's just satisfying. I'm that type of person that, no matter how bland, or how little my viand is for that meal, as long as I have plenty of rice, I'm fine. Snacks is eaten best with rice and a viand, yeap, snacks! Although it makes you fat, if gone too much, still it's so irresistible.
It was just two days ago when I've chatted with the musician, and it was so heavenly since then. Beyond the age gap and the location gap, he was a great guy. He was kind, he was sweet, he's got a way with words, he's a total package. That's why I wondered why he's still single till now.
But anyways, here's the real deal: tonight, we talked again on skype and it was pretty much the casual thing... but, it's true, I guess it's true, that in a seemingly perfect thing, there'd always be that imperfect side to it. And it showed tonight, as big as the lantern still hanging outside our window.
Amidst his sweet and bubbly personality, is his being "pervy" I might say. And does and wants to do these naughty things on skype, maybe it's his hobby or he's just used to it, but actually, I'm not. He wants me to listen while he _____ well, you get the picture. Because he thinks that I talk cute and it turns him on. But I'm like, WTF? It's not that I forced you to be like that! I got to talk to him that I'm not one that does those stuff, and that I respect him so much to just do those acts with him. Because I don't want him to lose respect with me, and in turn, I don't want to lose respect for him. That's just the way I work with people whom I see worthy of my time. I told him straight forward. So we talked on mic for a bit, but still, I heard this squishy sounds and the slight groans he's making while I was talking and ding! I turned me mic off. He wondered, but I'm not one that doesn't keep his word. I told him there and there that if this stuff continues, he's putting this budding friendship in the line.
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