Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
We All Become
When you speak I hear silence
Every word a defiance
I can hear, oh, I can hear
Think I’ll go where it suits me
Moving out to the country
With everyone, oh, everyone,
Before we all become one
Tell yourself that you’re lucky
Lying down never struck me
As something fun, oh, any fun
Stabbing pain for the feeling
Now your wound’s never healing
'Til you mumble, “Is it bad?”
Before we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Start breathing
Start leaving
Before we all become one
RUN
Oh we all, we all become…
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Pattycakes.
Hello Patricia Anne Laxa Montero. You thought I would forget your birthday, didn't you? You must be kidding me. Not a year goes by without you on my mind during the 10th.
Can you believe it's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other? Almost 4 years since we graduated? Almost 6 years since you flipped me off? And almost 10 YEARS since we met?
Lot of things have changed since. Hope you still remember me.
I'll never forget you.
Happy Birthday.
-Prawns
Can you believe it's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other? Almost 4 years since we graduated? Almost 6 years since you flipped me off? And almost 10 YEARS since we met?
Lot of things have changed since. Hope you still remember me.
I'll never forget you.
Happy Birthday.
-Prawns
Monday, June 9, 2014
WP by thisstorywillsuck
A writing prompt to "A wife kills his husband. Make me sympathize with both characters." via Reddit.
He was
drunker than usual. Ordinarily, she would feel relief when he collapsed
onto the couch by the TV. That meant he was too drunk to yell and
fight. Tonight, she felt no relief. All she could do was watch him
from the doorway, hoping he would drink the poisoned whiskey she had
just poured him.
A lump sat in her throat as she watched his fat belly rise and fall with his labored breath. In his hand, he held the last drink she would ever pour for him. He sat there for a few minutes in silence without even looking at the glass of whiskey he clutched in his fat fingers. Then, without warning, he downed the entire glass in one movement.
He let the glass hit the ground and sighed. He would go to sleep soon. It wouldn’t be painful. Nowhere near as painful as the last twenty-three years had been for her. She wanted him to leave the world peacefully. She still loved him, after all. Still, she felt he deserved an explanation. At the very least, he deserved a good-bye.
She walked around to the front of the couch. He rolled his half-opened eyes in her direction and the two stared at each other in silence.
“There was more than whiskey in your drink,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m sorry.”
“Your black eye is healing,” he said quietly. “You know I’m sorry about hurting you. Don’t you?”
She nodded.
“You were very beautiful once. I can still see it sometimes. When you smile. You don’t smile much these days. But when you do, your eyes flash like they did when we were teenagers. It reminds me of how young and beautiful we were. Young, beautiful, and carefree.”
“Your drink,” she said with tears forming in her eyes. “You’re dying. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he whispered and slowly nodded. “I saw you pour it.”
She put her hands over her mouth and tried not to cry.
“Do you remember that field trip we took during our second year of high school?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“We spent the whole day together,” he said as his voice became fainter. “It was the first time I really met you. There were fifty or sixty of us there but I only cared about you. On the bus ride home, we sat next to each other. Do you remember now?”
She nodded.
“Everybody on the bus slept. They were so tired. But not us. We couldn’t stop talking to each other. We had so much to say back then. When you started to drift off to sleep, I was sad. But then you said something to me. Do you remember what it was?”
“I-” she paused to steady her voice. “I’m going to lean on you, ok?”
“Yeah,” he said as a smile slowly spread across his face. “And you fell asleep on my shoulder. I couldn’t sleep the whole bus ride because I was so happy that we were having that moment. And I know you didn’t sleep either. The bus bounced too much. And back then my arms were muscular. You just wanted to be close to me. I’m sorry I was such a lousy pillow. And I’m sorry I was an even lousier husband.”
She wanted to say something but could not.
His voice slowed even further. He spoke as if he was in a dream. “I still love you as much as I did on that bus ride. I just got worse at showing it. I’m sorry.”
She did not reply. She just stood and tried to compose herself. After a moment, she walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
“I’m going to lean on you, ok?” she whispered.
“Ok,” he replied as she rested her head against his arm.
The two sat in silence until his breathing stopped at last.
I CRYYYYYYYYY
A lump sat in her throat as she watched his fat belly rise and fall with his labored breath. In his hand, he held the last drink she would ever pour for him. He sat there for a few minutes in silence without even looking at the glass of whiskey he clutched in his fat fingers. Then, without warning, he downed the entire glass in one movement.
He let the glass hit the ground and sighed. He would go to sleep soon. It wouldn’t be painful. Nowhere near as painful as the last twenty-three years had been for her. She wanted him to leave the world peacefully. She still loved him, after all. Still, she felt he deserved an explanation. At the very least, he deserved a good-bye.
She walked around to the front of the couch. He rolled his half-opened eyes in her direction and the two stared at each other in silence.
“There was more than whiskey in your drink,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m sorry.”
“Your black eye is healing,” he said quietly. “You know I’m sorry about hurting you. Don’t you?”
She nodded.
“You were very beautiful once. I can still see it sometimes. When you smile. You don’t smile much these days. But when you do, your eyes flash like they did when we were teenagers. It reminds me of how young and beautiful we were. Young, beautiful, and carefree.”
“Your drink,” she said with tears forming in her eyes. “You’re dying. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he whispered and slowly nodded. “I saw you pour it.”
She put her hands over her mouth and tried not to cry.
“Do you remember that field trip we took during our second year of high school?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“We spent the whole day together,” he said as his voice became fainter. “It was the first time I really met you. There were fifty or sixty of us there but I only cared about you. On the bus ride home, we sat next to each other. Do you remember now?”
She nodded.
“Everybody on the bus slept. They were so tired. But not us. We couldn’t stop talking to each other. We had so much to say back then. When you started to drift off to sleep, I was sad. But then you said something to me. Do you remember what it was?”
“I-” she paused to steady her voice. “I’m going to lean on you, ok?”
“Yeah,” he said as a smile slowly spread across his face. “And you fell asleep on my shoulder. I couldn’t sleep the whole bus ride because I was so happy that we were having that moment. And I know you didn’t sleep either. The bus bounced too much. And back then my arms were muscular. You just wanted to be close to me. I’m sorry I was such a lousy pillow. And I’m sorry I was an even lousier husband.”
She wanted to say something but could not.
His voice slowed even further. He spoke as if he was in a dream. “I still love you as much as I did on that bus ride. I just got worse at showing it. I’m sorry.”
She did not reply. She just stood and tried to compose herself. After a moment, she walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
“I’m going to lean on you, ok?” she whispered.
“Ok,” he replied as she rested her head against his arm.
The two sat in silence until his breathing stopped at last.
I CRYYYYYYYYY
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
NEW wish list for my birthday.
So 2 years ago I made a wish list.
I crossed off the things I already got.
Stuff.
iPod - Any kind. I just want an mp3 player. :| Nothing less than 16GB though. :>
Dragon Statue - I know, hahaha, weird, 'innit? :))
Roller Blades or Skates - HAHAHA. What.
Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri - The entire set. Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso.
Bookshelf - Seriously. Why don't I have a bookshelf. Jeez.
Weezer Album - I don't care which album. They have 9, but one is enough.
Butterfly Knife - AKA "Balisong". I have a few, but I want a NEW one. :">
Art Of War by Sun Tzu - The book. Want.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Needs to be a Hatchback.
ES C90 - If you can buy me this, you sir, are a criminal. Provided you are a member of the army.
Piano - C'est trop cher. (French)
Telecaster - And it has to be red. :>
Fender Amp - Can't play without an amp.
As you can see, I got most of the things I wanted.
So, here's a new wish list.
Stuff.
Earphones - Hmm. The color should be Black, Red, Dark Violet or Gold.
Headphones - Same color. Hahaha
5x5x5 Rubik's Cube - I get tired of solving the 4x4x4.
Another Dragon Statue - What can I say? I love dragons.
Gilbey's Gin - Like the one Jeush got me last year.
Various liqours - Because I wanna drink.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand - The e-book is a bore to read. I want the real thing.
Rings - Not the ones that are for women, please.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Or The Casebook, I don't really mind.
An ashtray - Want those souvenir types.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Still want that shit.
A camera - Anything decent.
Zippo - Plain colored, either mettalic or glossy, don't want prints, I want engravings.
Ducati Monster S4 - 900ccs of AWESOMENESS.
FN Scar-H - Packs more punch than the FN Scar-L.
Yamaha Clavinova - Still a piano, but chose a specific one this time.
I crossed off the things I already got.
Stuff.
Roller Blades or Skates - HAHAHA. What.
Weezer Album - I don't care which album. They have 9, but one is enough.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Needs to be a Hatchback.
ES C90 - If you can buy me this, you sir, are a criminal. Provided you are a member of the army.
Piano - C'est trop cher. (French)
As you can see, I got most of the things I wanted.
So, here's a new wish list.
Stuff.
Earphones - Hmm. The color should be Black, Red, Dark Violet or Gold.
Headphones - Same color. Hahaha
5x5x5 Rubik's Cube - I get tired of solving the 4x4x4.
Another Dragon Statue - What can I say? I love dragons.
Gilbey's Gin - Like the one Jeush got me last year.
Various liqours - Because I wanna drink.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand - The e-book is a bore to read. I want the real thing.
Rings - Not the ones that are for women, please.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Or The Casebook, I don't really mind.
An ashtray - Want those souvenir types.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Still want that shit.
A camera - Anything decent.
Zippo - Plain colored, either mettalic or glossy, don't want prints, I want engravings.
Ducati Monster S4 - 900ccs of AWESOMENESS.
FN Scar-H - Packs more punch than the FN Scar-L.
Yamaha Clavinova - Still a piano, but chose a specific one this time.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Why I changed my mind on Weed.
(CNN) -- Over the last year, I have been working on a new documentary called "Weed." The title "Weed" may sound cavalier, but the content is not.
I traveled around the world to interview medical leaders, experts, growers and patients. I spoke candidly to them, asking tough questions. What I found was stunning.
Long before I began this project, I had steadily reviewed the scientific literature on medical marijuana from the United States and thought it was fairly unimpressive. Reading these papers five years ago, it was hard to make a case for medicinal marijuana. I even wrote about this in a TIME magazine article, back in 2009, titled "Why I would Vote No on Pot."
Well, I am here to apologize.
I apologize because I didn't look hard enough, until now. I didn't look far enough. I didn't review papers from smaller labs in other countries doing some remarkable research, and I was too dismissive of the loud chorus of legitimate patients whose symptoms improved on cannabis.
Instead, I lumped them with the high-visibility malingerers, just looking to get high. I mistakenly believed the Drug Enforcement Agency listed marijuana as a schedule 1 substance because of sound scientific proof. Surely, they must have quality reasoning as to why marijuana is in the category of the most dangerous drugs that have "no accepted medicinal use and a high potential for abuse."
Dr. Sanjay Gupta is a neurosurgeon and CNN's chief medical correspondent.
They didn't have the science to support that claim, and I now know that when it comes to marijuana neither of those things are true. It doesn't have a high potential for abuse, and there are very legitimate medical applications. In fact, sometimes marijuana is the only thing that works. Take the case of Charlotte Figi, who I met in Colorado. She started having seizures soon after birth. By age 3, she was having 300 a week, despite being on seven different medications. Medical marijuana has calmed her brain, limiting her seizures to 2 or 3 per month.
I have seen more patients like Charlotte first hand, spent time with them and come to the realization that it is irresponsible not to provide the best care we can as a medical community, care that could involve marijuana.
We have been terribly and systematically misled for nearly 70 years in the United States, and I apologize for my own role in that.
-Dr. Sanay Gupta, CNN
I traveled around the world to interview medical leaders, experts, growers and patients. I spoke candidly to them, asking tough questions. What I found was stunning.
Long before I began this project, I had steadily reviewed the scientific literature on medical marijuana from the United States and thought it was fairly unimpressive. Reading these papers five years ago, it was hard to make a case for medicinal marijuana. I even wrote about this in a TIME magazine article, back in 2009, titled "Why I would Vote No on Pot."
Well, I am here to apologize.
I apologize because I didn't look hard enough, until now. I didn't look far enough. I didn't review papers from smaller labs in other countries doing some remarkable research, and I was too dismissive of the loud chorus of legitimate patients whose symptoms improved on cannabis.
Instead, I lumped them with the high-visibility malingerers, just looking to get high. I mistakenly believed the Drug Enforcement Agency listed marijuana as a schedule 1 substance because of sound scientific proof. Surely, they must have quality reasoning as to why marijuana is in the category of the most dangerous drugs that have "no accepted medicinal use and a high potential for abuse."
Dr. Sanjay Gupta is a neurosurgeon and CNN's chief medical correspondent.
They didn't have the science to support that claim, and I now know that when it comes to marijuana neither of those things are true. It doesn't have a high potential for abuse, and there are very legitimate medical applications. In fact, sometimes marijuana is the only thing that works. Take the case of Charlotte Figi, who I met in Colorado. She started having seizures soon after birth. By age 3, she was having 300 a week, despite being on seven different medications. Medical marijuana has calmed her brain, limiting her seizures to 2 or 3 per month.
I have seen more patients like Charlotte first hand, spent time with them and come to the realization that it is irresponsible not to provide the best care we can as a medical community, care that could involve marijuana.
We have been terribly and systematically misled for nearly 70 years in the United States, and I apologize for my own role in that.
-Dr. Sanay Gupta, CNN
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
180 Thomasian Seniors.
I made this back when I was still a Freshie.
It's a collage of the DPs of the people who were active in our group.
Time flies so fast.
It's a collage of the DPs of the people who were active in our group.
Time flies so fast.
That's me (Vendetta Mask) and Admin Alan (Jersey #20) in the middle.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
100 Not So Useless Tips For UST.
1. REG FORM
You need that bastard more than it needs you.
2. 1X1 ID PIC
Because professors are all secretly perverted.
3. LOCAL CARINDERIA
Best friend for < P50 food allowance.
4. LEARN HOW TO DRINK
Gotta keep hydrated.
5. DO NOT DO DRUGS
If you don't like it.
6. THE POOL IS ALWAYS CLOSED
No swimming in the pool unless: it's your PE class / you're an athlete.
7. CARS ARE NOT CHICK MAGNETS
"Uy, pasabay naman"
8. DORMS ARE NOT CHICK MAGNETS
"Uy, patambay naman"
9. UNDERWEAR
Keep a spare piece in your bag. Just do it, okay?
10. ???
???
11. PROFIT!
$$$
12. CALL OF NATURE
Bidets are in the Health Service & Grad. School Buildings.
14. 13
The number 13 is bad luck.
15. TE-NUN
Swipe your ID on your birthday and you get a greeting.
16. PRIVACY, PLEASE?
4th Floor Tan Yan Kee Restrooms
17. DIRTY FOUNTAIN
Avoid contact with the water from the fountain at Quadri Square. It's recycled.
18. GATES
Gates 1 (Espana) and 14 (Lacson) are always open.
19. GHOSTS WILL NOT APPEAR AROUND CAMPUS
Unless you want them to...
20. SWIMMING LESSONS
The University advises that you learn how to swim in case of floods.
21. YOUR PROFESSOR DOES NOT LIKE YOU
No matter what. Deal with it.
22. THE STUDENT PORTAL WEBSITE
Hates you too. Deal with it.
23.YOU ARE AN ASSET
Work hard because they'll keep you if you do.
24. USB-PRINTER COMBO
You need that 54-page paper on "Effects of Trait Anxiety and Manipulated Mood on The Temporal Allocation of Attention to Emotional Information" printed, bro.
25. SAY HELLO
To the famous athletes, professors, council officers and staff. They will acknowledge you.
26. PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM
...or so help me.
27. FB GROUP
The way to contact your blockmates.
28. Y! GROUP
The way to contact your professors.
29. ROTC & CWTS/LTS
ROTC if you want to march in the field, under the sun. CWTS/LTS if you like climbing mountains or building structures.
30. PAY YOUR SHIT
At the Registrar's Office 2 weeks before the deadline or suffer a 1 hour line stand.
31. ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER
DO YOU SPEAK IT?
32. EXTRA RICE
Need I say more?
33. DO NOT FORGET YOUR UNIFORM
Or you will attend your regular class in your P.E. Uniform smelling like sweat.
34. WINE
Is too expensive. No one buys that shit.
35. DO NOT ADD YOUR PROFESSOR ON FACEBOOK
Just don't.
36. DO NOT ADD YOUR PROFESSOR ON FACEBOOK
Don't.
37. A "1" ON YOUR GWA IS A FAILING GRADE
On your social life.
38. "INC"
Is an abbreviation for "Pass Your Shit".
39. THEOLOGY IS NOT A SUBJECT
It is a bonus round. A 1UP, if you will.
40. FIREWORKS
That's your tuition. Watch it explode.
41. LOVER'S LANE
Is home to over a hundred thousand anniversary spots. It's too cliché. Go somewhere else.
42. FREE HUGS
Is code for "Manyak".
43. SURVEYORS
Are actually talent scout agents searching for promising celebrities. Give 'em all your personal info. *wink*
44. WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORD "YEMA", SAY YES
It'll be worth it.
45. THE "QUADRIBABY" BATCH IS NON-EXISTENT
I don't recall there being a 400th Year Anniversary batch.
46. AN UMBRELLA
...is useless. All the water you need to worry about will be on the ground in the form of a flood.
47. YELLOW PAD
You will only get to use 32% of it. The other 68% magically disappears.
48. WINK AND KISS THE AIR AT ANYONE WHO LOOKS AT YOU
And that person will slap you.
49. YOUR PROFESSOR IS SOMETIMES LATE
Sometimes, 40% of the time, it works every time... almost.
50. EVERYTHING YOU KNOW
IS ABOUT TO CHANGE.
51. THERE IS A PEN MONSTER IN EVERY ROOM
Taking your pens and other various writing materials to a different dimension and eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
52. HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS
Will be awkward around your College friends.
53. FAST FOOD
McSavers, 49ers, Streetwise. Screw Wendy's.
54. UNDER CONSTRUCTION
There will always be something under construction around campus.
55. HOW TO GET INTO CAMPUS WITHOUT ID
"Sa Church/Hospital lang po."
56. YOUR UNIFORM
Will always have something wrong about it.
57. CLASSES WILL BE SUSPENDED
Once you get to school.
58. ENGINEERING IS TRI-SEMESTRAL
(That means, most of the time, you will need to attend summer class.)
59. YOU WILL FAIL ENGINEERING
At some point.
60. YOU HAVE HOMEWORK
In every subject, due tomorrow. Kill yourself.
61. YOU CAN EAT IN CLASS
You can eat your words. Occasionally, you will be told to eat shit.
62. THE PROJECTOR IS CHOOSY
It has mood changes and will only open when it feels like it.
63. MOST OF THE THINGS AROUND CAMPUS
...are older than you, respect it.
64. YOUR OPINIONS ARE RIGHT
...until your professor talks. After that, all that anyone will remember you said will be
"I can count to potato".
"I can count to potato".
65. YOU CAN SPEAK IN ANY LANGUAGE YOU WANT
And people will understand you. (How you're a pretentious snob.)
66. DO NOT REMOVE YOUR SHOES IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS
They will steal it and place it somewhere far.
67. IF YOU FART IN CLASS, CLAIM IT
It's common courtesy.
68. IF YOU FART IN CLASS, IMMEDIATELY FOLLOW WITH LAUGHTER
Awkward Fart + Awkward Silence = Death by embarrassment
69. HEHEHE
Botanical Garden.
70. YOU CAN TAKE ROTC IN SECOND YEAR
You can't take CWTS/LTS in First Year, though.
71. ASK, AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE
Don't spend your money too much.
72. THE MAIN BUILDING
...is not a church.
73. MEETING PEOPLE
Introduce yourself in English. Then find out what language the person is comfortable with.
74. IRREGULAR STUDENTS ARE NOT STUPID
They're older and probably have taken the same subject twice. Clearly, they know more than you do.
75. 75 IS THE GRADE EQUIVALENT OF A "3"
"3" is the grade of a normal person.
76. FAST FOOD IS BAD
Eat some healthy, delicious, home-made food from carinderias.
77. SOMEONE WILL ALWAYS HAVE A BETTER IDEA
Especially on group projects.
78. HANGOUT
Rockband, Milk Tea, Billards and Movie Rooms become prominent in your after school activities.
79. HAIRCUT
Always get it on a Saturday so you can have 2 days to make it not suck. People will laugh, you know?
80. YOUR HAT DOES NOT LOOK COOL AND STYLISH WITH YOUR UNIFORM
Take it that piece of shit off.
81. ANOTHER WALLET
Keep your emergency money there and let no one find out you have one.
82. DO NOT DATE YOUR BLOCKMATE
You'll regret it sometime within the 4/5 years you'll be in the same room.
83. HASHTAG MO
...mukha mo!
84. FREE FOOD
During the Agape. Usually Lechon Baboy and Lechon Manok. Burger McDo when you're trapped in a flood.
85. YOU DON'T OWN THAT CHAIR, THE SCHOOL DOES!
Son, your ego's writing checks your body can't cash.
86. PEOPLE WILL SOMETIMES BREAK INTO SONG
Just kidding.
85. OPERA MINI
Provides you access to social network websites that are blocked on normal basis.
86. GO TO ALL ORIENTATIONS, LECTURES, FORUMS AND SPECIAL EVENTS
Souvenirs, bitch!
87. GREET SECURITY ON THE WAY IN
Every time. After a few weeks, they won't be asking for your ID.
88. CFAD MEMEBOY
Is to always be used in any UST-related ragecomic or copypasta.
89. THERE IS INTERNET ACCESS IN THE LIBRARY
You can actually do search related works there for free.
90. FOLLOW & SUBSCRIBE TO ALL UST ORGANIZATION PAGES ONLINE
Info can be a great way to be the first to get bitchin'.
91. COMMERCE - ARTS & LETTERS BUILDING (ST. RAYMUND'S)
Based on a stupid survey, Commerce boys and AB girls are to die for. <3
92. MEMORIZE YOUR GODDAMN SCHEDULE
Come on, how hard is it?
93. YOU HAVE A FREE DENTAL PLAN
Some services like check ups and cavity fillings are free.
94. REMEMBER THE PROFESSOR'S NAME
You'll want to know the name of the bastard that failed you.
95. CTHM GIRLS
Are the tourist attraction of the University.
96. YOU CAN'T PARK THERE
The English translation of the dialogue of all campus security.
97. YOUR BOOK IS A LUXURY
Most of the time, book photocopies are more economical.
98. STATISTICS AND LOGIC
Are the first two subjects you will fail.
99. SAVE POINT
University is a place you can start things over. Maybe try something new and change to be more appealing to others.
100. THE MYTH
Myth goes, if you exit the Arch of The Centuries once you have entered it during the Freshman Walk, you will get debarred.
101. ENJOY
It might be the last few years you will be studying. Make it count. Make it a memory.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Part XIV
"Before University"
Me and Allie were clicking. She just got out of a relationship so she wasn't really ready yet for something new. But I waited for her to be ready. All the signs pointed toward away from her. She always kept telling me that I shouldn't be with her because she wasn't gonna entertain me. But I just kept pursuing her. But she folded like a lawn chair when I finally did those cheesy things again after a long time.
One time, I surprised her and went all the way to O.B. Las Piñas for an event. I even lost a bouquet of roses that I left at the school gate before heading to LP. I bought her a toy rose instead, so that it'd never die out. Everyone was shocked when they saw me go to that night. Even my class adviser, the High School Principal, was there. She really liked what I did. I even met her sister that night and they started calling me "Edward" because I was so white and I had the same hairstyle. Her ex was also there, and we even made eye contact, but he had no heat with me so everything was fine. I got sick the next night. We also went to Prom again. But we didn't dance that night. All I have is a bad picture of me and her. She went home early and I didn't get to say goodbye. Finally, we also went to Graduation. She was the person I had the longest relationship with, I courted her from November to May. We were so close to being together that even had our own pet names. We lasted for a really long time because I was really persistent on getting her to say yes, but I never really dropped the question. Because I started to think that if I asked her and she says yes, I had to make a commitment to her. And I wasn't ready for that. Especially with me entering College. So I broke it off with her on May. Weeks before I entered University.
Me and Allie were clicking. She just got out of a relationship so she wasn't really ready yet for something new. But I waited for her to be ready. All the signs pointed toward away from her. She always kept telling me that I shouldn't be with her because she wasn't gonna entertain me. But I just kept pursuing her. But she folded like a lawn chair when I finally did those cheesy things again after a long time.
One time, I surprised her and went all the way to O.B. Las Piñas for an event. I even lost a bouquet of roses that I left at the school gate before heading to LP. I bought her a toy rose instead, so that it'd never die out. Everyone was shocked when they saw me go to that night. Even my class adviser, the High School Principal, was there. She really liked what I did. I even met her sister that night and they started calling me "Edward" because I was so white and I had the same hairstyle. Her ex was also there, and we even made eye contact, but he had no heat with me so everything was fine. I got sick the next night. We also went to Prom again. But we didn't dance that night. All I have is a bad picture of me and her. She went home early and I didn't get to say goodbye. Finally, we also went to Graduation. She was the person I had the longest relationship with, I courted her from November to May. We were so close to being together that even had our own pet names. We lasted for a really long time because I was really persistent on getting her to say yes, but I never really dropped the question. Because I started to think that if I asked her and she says yes, I had to make a commitment to her. And I wasn't ready for that. Especially with me entering College. So I broke it off with her on May. Weeks before I entered University.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Part XIII
"Allie”
Things ended with Peach around September and I moved on sometime around November. It was all thanks to Allie. (Remember?) I asked for her number during the Prom in February. She shared a table with some of the OBLP peeps and I got to know some of them through my friend, Janine. Janine was this girl from OBLP that I met through Yahoo! Messenger, hours before Christmas 2009. I liked her at first but I realized she was out of my league so we stayed friends. That's how I got to talk to Allie so easily. But even after that, we exchanged a text only once. She then added me on Facebook and after a few months, for the first time, I chatted her. By that time she was already single.
Anyway, I was doing this joke on Diether. Diether was the son of a very famous Filipino actor and host, and he was a new student at my school. We became friends because he lived near my house. (He is actually Peach's neighbor.) We went home together on many occasions and we would talk about him finding a girl and I said I would help him look for one. Crazy. I asked Allie if she was interested in Diether. She declined and it was funny because it wasn't really common to ask her on Facebook whether she liked a guy who she had never met before. I started talking to her a lot during that month and we became really close. Her friends started to know who I was because she kept telling them about me. I had friends in OBLP because I was like a crazy person who just kept meeting people everyday, even though they were in LP and I was in GH. By that time, everyone who knew Allie, knew me. We spent a lot of time texting and chatting. Then we realized we already had feelings for each other.
Things ended with Peach around September and I moved on sometime around November. It was all thanks to Allie. (Remember?) I asked for her number during the Prom in February. She shared a table with some of the OBLP peeps and I got to know some of them through my friend, Janine. Janine was this girl from OBLP that I met through Yahoo! Messenger, hours before Christmas 2009. I liked her at first but I realized she was out of my league so we stayed friends. That's how I got to talk to Allie so easily. But even after that, we exchanged a text only once. She then added me on Facebook and after a few months, for the first time, I chatted her. By that time she was already single.
Anyway, I was doing this joke on Diether. Diether was the son of a very famous Filipino actor and host, and he was a new student at my school. We became friends because he lived near my house. (He is actually Peach's neighbor.) We went home together on many occasions and we would talk about him finding a girl and I said I would help him look for one. Crazy. I asked Allie if she was interested in Diether. She declined and it was funny because it wasn't really common to ask her on Facebook whether she liked a guy who she had never met before. I started talking to her a lot during that month and we became really close. Her friends started to know who I was because she kept telling them about me. I had friends in OBLP because I was like a crazy person who just kept meeting people everyday, even though they were in LP and I was in GH. By that time, everyone who knew Allie, knew me. We spent a lot of time texting and chatting. Then we realized we already had feelings for each other.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
My Nexus Home Page
So I was feeling bored with my Nexus Home Page.
I decided it was time to give it a make-over.
I remodeled it, and I liked my new layout. :">
Here it is.
I decided it was time to give it a make-over.
I remodeled it, and I liked my new layout. :">
Here it is.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Part XII
"Problematic Non-Existent Relationship."
Well, here goes my August and September. I "broke up" with her. For her, it's a problem that I really didn't go through a courting phase and that there was no official confirmation for me being her boyfriend. I had no interest in ever going through a courting phase but I had this official proposal planned out for her, but before we were even officially together, we were already having problems and fights.
I admit it was basically my fault. I was too clingy. I would always be at her classroom I guess it was kinda awkward for her. I was also a nagging bitch. Always asking her annoying relationship bullshit. I was also always giving her chocolates and doing grand romantic gestures for her. I also kissed her in public a lot. What a fucking turnoff. Even I wouldn't date my past self. But you know what, she didn't even really see me as a boyfriend and she was embarrassed to have me around because we weren't official. All we had was that sensual kiss in the elevator. But we had a date of our anniversary. How fucked up is that?
Q: When is it necessary to have a courting phase?
Well, here goes my August and September. I "broke up" with her. For her, it's a problem that I really didn't go through a courting phase and that there was no official confirmation for me being her boyfriend. I had no interest in ever going through a courting phase but I had this official proposal planned out for her, but before we were even officially together, we were already having problems and fights.
I admit it was basically my fault. I was too clingy. I would always be at her classroom I guess it was kinda awkward for her. I was also a nagging bitch. Always asking her annoying relationship bullshit. I was also always giving her chocolates and doing grand romantic gestures for her. I also kissed her in public a lot. What a fucking turnoff. Even I wouldn't date my past self. But you know what, she didn't even really see me as a boyfriend and she was embarrassed to have me around because we weren't official. All we had was that sensual kiss in the elevator. But we had a date of our anniversary. How fucked up is that?
Q: When is it necessary to have a courting phase?
Monday, March 18, 2013
Part XI
"Mutual Misunderstanding"
What the fuck. They both had a crush on me. How was I going to figure this one out? For me, the best solution was to wait which one of them made the first move. So I waited which one would strike whilst the iron was hot. Peach was the one to bite first. (Literally because she kissed me and bit me.) I kinda felt bad for Christine. She was pretty even though she never wore any cosmetics. Her beauty was natural but it highly goes unnoticed because she flies so low under the radar. But that converted personality makes her a treasure yet to be discovered. (Every time I remember her, I always seem to regret not choosing her.)
Things spiraled up pretty quickly with Peach. I told her that I couldn't forget the way she kissed me and that's how I told her that I wanted to be with her. I found out that Peach and Mary didn't really like each other because Mary had a past with me. It was crazy. But things with me and Peach didn't really last long. I ended the relationship because of a lot of things.
Q: What do you do with the person you don't pick?
What the fuck. They both had a crush on me. How was I going to figure this one out? For me, the best solution was to wait which one of them made the first move. So I waited which one would strike whilst the iron was hot. Peach was the one to bite first. (Literally because she kissed me and bit me.) I kinda felt bad for Christine. She was pretty even though she never wore any cosmetics. Her beauty was natural but it highly goes unnoticed because she flies so low under the radar. But that converted personality makes her a treasure yet to be discovered. (Every time I remember her, I always seem to regret not choosing her.)
Things spiraled up pretty quickly with Peach. I told her that I couldn't forget the way she kissed me and that's how I told her that I wanted to be with her. I found out that Peach and Mary didn't really like each other because Mary had a past with me. It was crazy. But things with me and Peach didn't really last long. I ended the relationship because of a lot of things.
Q: What do you do with the person you don't pick?
Monday, March 11, 2013
Part X
"Foreigners and Fruits"
Enter Peach. She was one of my teammates when I joined the Dance Competition when I was in 3rd Year. (Remember?) She was hot, quirky, and had a wild side. She did pole dancing and lived within the same vicinity of my village. I have the cutest and really weird love story with her. One really random day in July, I saw her walking to her school bus just outside the school. She walked past me and I called her name. She looked back at me. I took her hand, held her close and asked her if she could kiss me. And she did. On the cheeks, though. Then she said goodbye, smiling. The next time I saw her I asked for her number and we started texting.
Enter Christine. She was Peach's classmate. She was really pretty. I think she was half-French or half-German and good lord she was stellar. We didn't really talk to each other but we knew each other's names. One time during dismissal, she was walking out of the school gate and I called her name and told her she was really cute. She looked back, and told me "Thanks, you too!" and ran on away. Days later I found out she has a crush on me too. That's when I started chatting her up too.
Q: Kind, Smart and Pretty. Can you choose two of which you want in a girl?
Enter Peach. She was one of my teammates when I joined the Dance Competition when I was in 3rd Year. (Remember?) She was hot, quirky, and had a wild side. She did pole dancing and lived within the same vicinity of my village. I have the cutest and really weird love story with her. One really random day in July, I saw her walking to her school bus just outside the school. She walked past me and I called her name. She looked back at me. I took her hand, held her close and asked her if she could kiss me. And she did. On the cheeks, though. Then she said goodbye, smiling. The next time I saw her I asked for her number and we started texting.
Enter Christine. She was Peach's classmate. She was really pretty. I think she was half-French or half-German and good lord she was stellar. We didn't really talk to each other but we knew each other's names. One time during dismissal, she was walking out of the school gate and I called her name and told her she was really cute. She looked back, and told me "Thanks, you too!" and ran on away. Days later I found out she has a crush on me too. That's when I started chatting her up too.
Q: Kind, Smart and Pretty. Can you choose two of which you want in a girl?
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Part IX
"Staircases"
The group and I always hung out at the 6th floor staircase where only a few people would pass by. It was kind of like our meeting area because it was awkward to stay in each others classrooms since we were in different batches. That's where Mary and I would meet and talk everyday before going to class. We also texted a lot and I made fun of her often.
It got to a point where James, Julie and Nick were saying that me and Mary had some kind of 'spark' between us. It was funny because I wasn't really doing anything serious yet she had a growing interest for me. I used to tease her a lot and one time she got mad, then I had to comfort her and apologize. I asked if she wanted a hug and she gave me a big hug on the 6th floor. It was one of the cheesiest things I ever did. Eventually, I got busy and stopped liking her because I was bored and wasn't really serious. So I stopped hanging out with them and went to look for love somewhere else.
Q: How effective is teasing?
Q: How the fuck do you know if a girl secretly likes to be teased? =))
The group and I always hung out at the 6th floor staircase where only a few people would pass by. It was kind of like our meeting area because it was awkward to stay in each others classrooms since we were in different batches. That's where Mary and I would meet and talk everyday before going to class. We also texted a lot and I made fun of her often.
It got to a point where James, Julie and Nick were saying that me and Mary had some kind of 'spark' between us. It was funny because I wasn't really doing anything serious yet she had a growing interest for me. I used to tease her a lot and one time she got mad, then I had to comfort her and apologize. I asked if she wanted a hug and she gave me a big hug on the 6th floor. It was one of the cheesiest things I ever did. Eventually, I got busy and stopped liking her because I was bored and wasn't really serious. So I stopped hanging out with them and went to look for love somewhere else.
Q: How effective is teasing?
Q: How the fuck do you know if a girl secretly likes to be teased? =))
Monday, February 25, 2013
Part VIII
"Mary"
She lost the anklet after a few hours. What. It was fucking ridiculous. How could you lose something of great importance to me in just one night. That was then that I just stopped liking her. I didn't have to waste time with someone I honestly knew I had no chance with. So I had to give up my childish, awkward and stupid self and became the master of confidence.
Fast forward to Senior Year. Yes. This is where I become an awesome douchebag. That year was definitely something to remember. I was moved to a different class where most of the juveniles and the topnotchers were placed. Obviously that I wasn't the latter. I even got placed in the same class as Albie. We became really good friends. I remember he even introduced me to his brother as his "best friend". Hell, I never thought of it that way but if that's what he thinks of me, then I'll gladly have him as my best friend. I started to hang out a lot with the lower batches. Since I was already in my Senior year, I already knew everyone in my batch. So I got to know the others from the lower batches. I hung out with a little group from the 1st and 2nd Years. A girl named Mary was party of that group. I remember her I saw her once when I was in 3rd Year and she instantly became my type. And so when I met her, I had plans of making something out of our friendship.
Q: When do you know it's time to give up trying to win someone's heart?
She lost the anklet after a few hours. What. It was fucking ridiculous. How could you lose something of great importance to me in just one night. That was then that I just stopped liking her. I didn't have to waste time with someone I honestly knew I had no chance with. So I had to give up my childish, awkward and stupid self and became the master of confidence.
Fast forward to Senior Year. Yes. This is where I become an awesome douchebag. That year was definitely something to remember. I was moved to a different class where most of the juveniles and the topnotchers were placed. Obviously that I wasn't the latter. I even got placed in the same class as Albie. We became really good friends. I remember he even introduced me to his brother as his "best friend". Hell, I never thought of it that way but if that's what he thinks of me, then I'll gladly have him as my best friend. I started to hang out a lot with the lower batches. Since I was already in my Senior year, I already knew everyone in my batch. So I got to know the others from the lower batches. I hung out with a little group from the 1st and 2nd Years. A girl named Mary was party of that group. I remember her I saw her once when I was in 3rd Year and she instantly became my type. And so when I met her, I had plans of making something out of our friendship.
Q: When do you know it's time to give up trying to win someone's heart?
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Bitter's Day Ritual
On this special day, take the time to look back on the past and give your ex the finger.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Top 10 Favorite Albums
10. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
Panic! At The Disco
9. Danger Days : The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
My Chemical Romance
8. Pinkerton
Weezer
7. Monuments and Melodies
Incubus
6. Some Nights
fun.
5. ¡Viva La Cobra!
Cobra Starship
4. From Under The Cork Tree
Fall Out Boy
3. Aim and Ignite
fun.
2. 'The Blue Album'
Weezer
1. Soul Punk
Patrick Stump
Monday, January 28, 2013
ARGH.
I want to talk to you, I really do.
But I'm in such a bad place right now and I think I won't be able to make you happy with me being like this.
I admit it, I'm not happy right now.
I'm just looking for a way to get rid of this sadness for the while, and when I do, I'll be the one making you happy again.
I'm just looking for a way to get rid of this sadness for the while, and when I do, I'll be the one making you happy again.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Belly Of The Beast
So, I made this song on my tab using an app called Caustic.
I posted it on my SoundCloud.
Thought you guys would like to hear it.
:)
Strictly made by an amateur
I posted it on my SoundCloud.
Thought you guys would like to hear it.
:)
Strictly made by an amateur
Monday, January 21, 2013
The Guy You Never Got To See.
I used to be The Guy that fell in love quickly and deeply.
I'd send all these fancy, well-worded expressions of love to someone I hardly knew.
I was sweet, caring and adored the woman I admired.
Infatuation always brought out the best in me.
The crazy stuff I did may have been embarrassing, but I always believed I achieved something.
That sense of fulfillment in seeing that girl smile...
It was my drug - and I was addicted.
But after all, wasn't it just infatuation to begin with?
Sure, to others it might have seemed ridiculous in putting that much effort to someone I hardly knew, but to me, I guess I would have said that "love makes us do crazy things".
But then this is where it gets me.
The others weren't exactly right, but I had no other choice because it was socially unaccepted in modern ways of dating.
To them, taking chances are stupid and unreliable. I had to be normal like the others and go with acquaintances > friends > "MU" > bf/gf > lovers.
Or else, I would end up a loser lost in love and no one would go out with me at all.
Why was I so head-over-heels on finding a girl?
I didn't know myself.
But I think it has something to do with the fear of spending your future with nobody or that people will be less likely atoned to you because you have never had a relationship.
I used to be The Guy that was kind of shy around girls.
I would spend hours and hours trying to get a girl to notice me, but I would shy away if she did.
I had no confidence, I was no one to begin with.
Why would I matter?
I experienced my first heartbreak.
I always imagined that the person that I liked was the person I was going to marry.
Boy, was I wrong.
Was I really going to let myself get down because no one likes me?
So I learned to respect myself and others.
I went out there and put my name on lights.
Suddenly I was someone after all.
That's where things get messed up.
I had changed the way I look at girls.
In some way I'll never understand, they preferred those who didn't give a fuck and was free to do whatever they wanted.
If they were rich, it'd be a bonus.
If they had their own car... Jackpot.
They had to be a drinker, a smoker and probably at least once in his life, taken drugs, had sex or been anywhere above 2nd base.
Tattoos, piercings and bling are sometimes appreciated.
They had to be tall and handsome.
Well, they didn't have to be THAT handsome.
Just as long as you were some Western (American, European, etc.) or Oriental (Chinese, Japanese, etc.) looking badass, you'd fit the bill.
Basically what you'd find in a magazine for tweens.
Those 'bad boy' types - those made famous by Jed Nelson in The Breakfast Club.
But that didn't seem to fit me.
So I held that 'bad boy with good manners' attitude.
Every time I introduced myself it would be that egocentric asshole that would do the talking.
Bull crap and motherfucking shit talk about how I "recently learned to drive a car" or "almost smoked a joint but chose not to" or how "this girl was 'totally up in my grill yo'."
But deep inside all I really wanted to know is if that girl played Final Fantasy VI.
It was fucking ridiculous.
I hated the times I had to lie to even get a girl interested in me.
But for some fucked up reason, it worked out a few times for me.
It's the reason why I got into my first few interests.
They all heard lies in the beginning, they saw that self-assured confident bastard.
But every time we got deeper into the relationship I would go back to my old self and be cheesy, clingy and romantic.
Then they realize that I'm not the person they met.
I get attached and it makes them uncomfortable.
Not long after that, the interest fades - the flames die out and out comes a puff of smoke that says "I think we should stop whatever this is".
Hell, sometimes, no smoke comes afterwards.
And it sucks. Why?
Because now, recently past relationships, I've turned into a complete asshole.
I start out as a bad boy but then when I get deeper into the relationship I don't show that 'romantic, cheesy' stuff unless I'm certain that we'll go the next level. So basically, all those who I don't like that much experience the asshole treatment all the way until the end and never get to see The Guy that I used to be.
And when I do, it ends horribly as well, because I don't give them much space.
They should see how I treat others that I give space to. If you asked me to give you space, I'd disappear from your sight and show myself when you've cooled down.
Somehow, I only show who I really am to people I REALLY like.
But it never works out with the people I show it to.
So it's hard to shoot where there are only few good targets, and when I do shoot, the target goes running off.
A hard game of "find the needle in the universe".
I used to be The Guy that tells friends about every single romantic detail about me and a girl.
I told my friends how this one time I held a girl's hand by accident and it was okay with her and she smiled at me.
Or how I gave her flowers and really huge chocolates for gifts.
I would hardly go into intimate details like kissing, but you get the gist.
I always thought that it was okay with her that I told her these stories.
But as I grew up, I learned through others that what I was doing was immature or for girls only, so I stopped doing it.
I really wish that I could tell others how I love my girl so much, but then it would come off weird and desperate and make them feel insecure.
I can't brag about my girl that much either because then that would make me look pompous and annoying.
I really want to confess my love for someone publicly, even just for once, but people look down on others that take a chance, so I can't do that.
I want the whole world to know that I love that girl. Is that too much to ask for?
There's a lot of things I wish I could do.
I wish I could skip asking for the girl if I wanted to court her.
Skip the nonsense lies to impress someone.
Most of all, skip depression and go straight to love.
But I can't.
:(
I'd send all these fancy, well-worded expressions of love to someone I hardly knew.
I was sweet, caring and adored the woman I admired.
Infatuation always brought out the best in me.
The crazy stuff I did may have been embarrassing, but I always believed I achieved something.
That sense of fulfillment in seeing that girl smile...
It was my drug - and I was addicted.
But after all, wasn't it just infatuation to begin with?
Sure, to others it might have seemed ridiculous in putting that much effort to someone I hardly knew, but to me, I guess I would have said that "love makes us do crazy things".
But then this is where it gets me.
The others weren't exactly right, but I had no other choice because it was socially unaccepted in modern ways of dating.
To them, taking chances are stupid and unreliable. I had to be normal like the others and go with acquaintances > friends > "MU" > bf/gf > lovers.
Or else, I would end up a loser lost in love and no one would go out with me at all.
Why was I so head-over-heels on finding a girl?
I didn't know myself.
But I think it has something to do with the fear of spending your future with nobody or that people will be less likely atoned to you because you have never had a relationship.
I used to be The Guy that was kind of shy around girls.
I would spend hours and hours trying to get a girl to notice me, but I would shy away if she did.
I had no confidence, I was no one to begin with.
Why would I matter?
I experienced my first heartbreak.
I always imagined that the person that I liked was the person I was going to marry.
Boy, was I wrong.
Was I really going to let myself get down because no one likes me?
So I learned to respect myself and others.
I went out there and put my name on lights.
Suddenly I was someone after all.
That's where things get messed up.
I had changed the way I look at girls.
In some way I'll never understand, they preferred those who didn't give a fuck and was free to do whatever they wanted.
If they were rich, it'd be a bonus.
If they had their own car... Jackpot.
They had to be a drinker, a smoker and probably at least once in his life, taken drugs, had sex or been anywhere above 2nd base.
Tattoos, piercings and bling are sometimes appreciated.
They had to be tall and handsome.
Well, they didn't have to be THAT handsome.
Just as long as you were some Western (American, European, etc.) or Oriental (Chinese, Japanese, etc.) looking badass, you'd fit the bill.
Basically what you'd find in a magazine for tweens.
Those 'bad boy' types - those made famous by Jed Nelson in The Breakfast Club.
But that didn't seem to fit me.
So I held that 'bad boy with good manners' attitude.
Every time I introduced myself it would be that egocentric asshole that would do the talking.
Bull crap and motherfucking shit talk about how I "recently learned to drive a car" or "almost smoked a joint but chose not to" or how "this girl was 'totally up in my grill yo'."
But deep inside all I really wanted to know is if that girl played Final Fantasy VI.
It was fucking ridiculous.
I hated the times I had to lie to even get a girl interested in me.
But for some fucked up reason, it worked out a few times for me.
It's the reason why I got into my first few interests.
They all heard lies in the beginning, they saw that self-assured confident bastard.
But every time we got deeper into the relationship I would go back to my old self and be cheesy, clingy and romantic.
Then they realize that I'm not the person they met.
I get attached and it makes them uncomfortable.
Not long after that, the interest fades - the flames die out and out comes a puff of smoke that says "I think we should stop whatever this is".
Hell, sometimes, no smoke comes afterwards.
And it sucks. Why?
Because now, recently past relationships, I've turned into a complete asshole.
I start out as a bad boy but then when I get deeper into the relationship I don't show that 'romantic, cheesy' stuff unless I'm certain that we'll go the next level. So basically, all those who I don't like that much experience the asshole treatment all the way until the end and never get to see The Guy that I used to be.
And when I do, it ends horribly as well, because I don't give them much space.
They should see how I treat others that I give space to. If you asked me to give you space, I'd disappear from your sight and show myself when you've cooled down.
Somehow, I only show who I really am to people I REALLY like.
But it never works out with the people I show it to.
So it's hard to shoot where there are only few good targets, and when I do shoot, the target goes running off.
A hard game of "find the needle in the universe".
I used to be The Guy that tells friends about every single romantic detail about me and a girl.
I told my friends how this one time I held a girl's hand by accident and it was okay with her and she smiled at me.
Or how I gave her flowers and really huge chocolates for gifts.
I would hardly go into intimate details like kissing, but you get the gist.
I always thought that it was okay with her that I told her these stories.
But as I grew up, I learned through others that what I was doing was immature or for girls only, so I stopped doing it.
I really wish that I could tell others how I love my girl so much, but then it would come off weird and desperate and make them feel insecure.
I can't brag about my girl that much either because then that would make me look pompous and annoying.
I really want to confess my love for someone publicly, even just for once, but people look down on others that take a chance, so I can't do that.
I want the whole world to know that I love that girl. Is that too much to ask for?
There's a lot of things I wish I could do.
I wish I could skip asking for the girl if I wanted to court her.
Skip the nonsense lies to impress someone.
Most of all, skip depression and go straight to love.
But I can't.
:(
Monday, December 3, 2012
Part VII
"Those Pretty Bad Decisions"
I met this girl from O.B. Montessori Las Piñas branch. Her name is Allie. She was in this black and white dress, just like a person who was wearing a similar dress that I saw earlier which happened to be her sister. Too bad she has a boyfriend. But don't worry, this isn't the last you'll hear from her.
I made 3 bad decisions at prom. First, I treated my girl classmates some late night fast-food. Cost me a lot of money. Second, I went online and chatted up a friend from OBLP. She said I could stop by at their suite, and I did. I was drunk, so it was kind of embarrassing because everyone was sleeping. I even got accused for stealing someone's phone from the suite. Which was not true, btdubs. Lastly, I gave one of my newly made anklets to Michelle. My friend made it, it was color purple. Thinking that I could do something for Michelle that night, I gave it to her. I even knelt and put it on her. It was fucking retarded.
Q: I shouldn't have knelt, right? HAHAHA.
Q: How should you react to grand romantic gestures to people you don't have feelings for?
I met this girl from O.B. Montessori Las Piñas branch. Her name is Allie. She was in this black and white dress, just like a person who was wearing a similar dress that I saw earlier which happened to be her sister. Too bad she has a boyfriend. But don't worry, this isn't the last you'll hear from her.
I made 3 bad decisions at prom. First, I treated my girl classmates some late night fast-food. Cost me a lot of money. Second, I went online and chatted up a friend from OBLP. She said I could stop by at their suite, and I did. I was drunk, so it was kind of embarrassing because everyone was sleeping. I even got accused for stealing someone's phone from the suite. Which was not true, btdubs. Lastly, I gave one of my newly made anklets to Michelle. My friend made it, it was color purple. Thinking that I could do something for Michelle that night, I gave it to her. I even knelt and put it on her. It was fucking retarded.
Q: I shouldn't have knelt, right? HAHAHA.
Q: How should you react to grand romantic gestures to people you don't have feelings for?
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Part VI
"Purple Princess"
February 2010. Ah, finally, Junior-Senior Prom. Probably one of the highlights in any person's love life experience. For me, it was some fucked up night that should be forgotten. I just started to learn how to drink and so I was a little confident I wouldn't pass out -AND I DIDN'T- but that doesn't leave out the pretty bad decisions I made. More on that later.
Let's talk about what happened that night. Hours before the prom, I ran into Michelle's friend on the way up. She invited me to go up to their suite. So me, looking like a mighty dashing young fellow like sex on toast, went to show off to Michelle. When I saw her, my jaw dropped. She was stunning. I laughed at the coincidence that me and Michelle picked the same color for our attire. She was wearing purple like me. Which happens to be my favorite color. So we actually looked nice together and so we took pictures and pretended to be each other's prom dates. It was funny because her mom, brother and friends were there. I even fixed her brother's tie for him. I'm gonna tell what happened what during the prom later.
Q: Honestly, was the scene awkward? I mean, me and Michelle really aren't that close.
Q: How should you react in front of someone's parents? Cool and relaxed or quiet and kind?
February 2010. Ah, finally, Junior-Senior Prom. Probably one of the highlights in any person's love life experience. For me, it was some fucked up night that should be forgotten. I just started to learn how to drink and so I was a little confident I wouldn't pass out -AND I DIDN'T- but that doesn't leave out the pretty bad decisions I made. More on that later.
Let's talk about what happened that night. Hours before the prom, I ran into Michelle's friend on the way up. She invited me to go up to their suite. So me, looking like a mighty dashing young fellow like sex on toast, went to show off to Michelle. When I saw her, my jaw dropped. She was stunning. I laughed at the coincidence that me and Michelle picked the same color for our attire. She was wearing purple like me. Which happens to be my favorite color. So we actually looked nice together and so we took pictures and pretended to be each other's prom dates. It was funny because her mom, brother and friends were there. I even fixed her brother's tie for him. I'm gonna tell what happened what during the prom later.
Q: Honestly, was the scene awkward? I mean, me and Michelle really aren't that close.
Q: How should you react in front of someone's parents? Cool and relaxed or quiet and kind?
Monday, November 19, 2012
Part V
"Curly Tops"
Not the chocolate. Her hair. Cath had curly hair. She was pretty, nice and had a great personality. She was also a dancer. She was a good friend of mine and Sheila's best friend. You might ask is how I got into her. Well it started during the intramurals of 2009. I even joined the freaking Dance Competition. (We won, btdubs.) Anyway, it was the Volleyball competition and I just found
out that our team, the Bears, won. I rushed down to see my teammates and on the way there, I bumped into Cath. Overcome by spontaneous emotion, I kissed Cath thrice on her cheek. She didn't mind and asked me why I kissed her. I told her how our team won and I ran off. A few days later I find out from Patty that Cath likes me. Which was flattering considering I was just shit and she was out of my league. The reason why she was into me because I was her close friend and that she could not forget the kiss. She said that with each kiss on her cheek, it got closer to her lips. I have a thing for kissing girls. Like Peachy. Hahaha. More on that later.
I hit it off pretty good with Cath, we would text and chat on the internet a lot. On some days I would buy a pint of ice cream and share like what we used to do when Sheila was still around. But our crushes on each other didn't last really long. One normal day while chatting , I got upset for something that she said to me and I ended up swearing. It just was an expression but she took it on herself and thought that I was swearing at her. It was a misunderstanding and she got mad at me and cried. I apologized and gave her the last pint of ice cream I would ever give her. I never did anything to get her back. We were still friends until she ended up with Jason and we hardly ever spoke again. End of my story with her.
Q: Do "out-of-each-others-leagues" relationships ever work?
Q: At what point should you try doing something to get the girl back?
Not the chocolate. Her hair. Cath had curly hair. She was pretty, nice and had a great personality. She was also a dancer. She was a good friend of mine and Sheila's best friend. You might ask is how I got into her. Well it started during the intramurals of 2009. I even joined the freaking Dance Competition. (We won, btdubs.) Anyway, it was the Volleyball competition and I just found
out that our team, the Bears, won. I rushed down to see my teammates and on the way there, I bumped into Cath. Overcome by spontaneous emotion, I kissed Cath thrice on her cheek. She didn't mind and asked me why I kissed her. I told her how our team won and I ran off. A few days later I find out from Patty that Cath likes me. Which was flattering considering I was just shit and she was out of my league. The reason why she was into me because I was her close friend and that she could not forget the kiss. She said that with each kiss on her cheek, it got closer to her lips. I have a thing for kissing girls. Like Peachy. Hahaha. More on that later.
I hit it off pretty good with Cath, we would text and chat on the internet a lot. On some days I would buy a pint of ice cream and share like what we used to do when Sheila was still around. But our crushes on each other didn't last really long. One normal day while chatting , I got upset for something that she said to me and I ended up swearing. It just was an expression but she took it on herself and thought that I was swearing at her. It was a misunderstanding and she got mad at me and cried. I apologized and gave her the last pint of ice cream I would ever give her. I never did anything to get her back. We were still friends until she ended up with Jason and we hardly ever spoke again. End of my story with her.
Q: Do "out-of-each-others-leagues" relationships ever work?
Q: At what point should you try doing something to get the girl back?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Part IV
It's a little late so here it is. Hahaha.
"Sheila's Goodbye"
Me, Patty and Jason started hanging out a lot with Sheila, Cath and Kiara. We would always go to the 1st Year corridors just to visit Sheila. We hung out a lot. Every morning we would go there and talk before the Assembly. One time we helped in doing their homework before class. I remember it like it was yesterday. The sun was just rising and I looked into Sheila's eyes, while she was asking me a question about her Algebra homework. I dazed off for a second and got lost into her eyes. Patty and Cath told me to snap it off because Sheila was asking me a question. I was stunned. She was so beautiful. Like the cherry-blossoms swaying in the wind in the Autumn from the land where she hails. Sheila is half-japanese half-filipina. She was a beauty everyone admired but unheard of. Kind of like Christine, but you don't know her yet so just wait until I tell the story about Christine.
Getting back, a few months passed and we became really close friends with the three girls. But some news came up about Sheila which shocked us. She was going back to Japan. For good. We all became sad and said our goodbyes days before leaving. Me, I didn't know what to do, I planned to tell her that I liked her, but I never got the chance to because I was still being overcome by my shyness. Before I could tell her anything, she had already left. Sad shit right there. But that wasn't the last of Sheila. What happened next was weird. I ended up having a thing with Cath. More on that on the next chapter.
Q: Someone you like is leaving. What do you do?
"Sheila's Goodbye"
Me, Patty and Jason started hanging out a lot with Sheila, Cath and Kiara. We would always go to the 1st Year corridors just to visit Sheila. We hung out a lot. Every morning we would go there and talk before the Assembly. One time we helped in doing their homework before class. I remember it like it was yesterday. The sun was just rising and I looked into Sheila's eyes, while she was asking me a question about her Algebra homework. I dazed off for a second and got lost into her eyes. Patty and Cath told me to snap it off because Sheila was asking me a question. I was stunned. She was so beautiful. Like the cherry-blossoms swaying in the wind in the Autumn from the land where she hails. Sheila is half-japanese half-filipina. She was a beauty everyone admired but unheard of. Kind of like Christine, but you don't know her yet so just wait until I tell the story about Christine.
Getting back, a few months passed and we became really close friends with the three girls. But some news came up about Sheila which shocked us. She was going back to Japan. For good. We all became sad and said our goodbyes days before leaving. Me, I didn't know what to do, I planned to tell her that I liked her, but I never got the chance to because I was still being overcome by my shyness. Before I could tell her anything, she had already left. Sad shit right there. But that wasn't the last of Sheila. What happened next was weird. I ended up having a thing with Cath. More on that on the next chapter.
Q: Someone you like is leaving. What do you do?
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Part III
"Pleased To Meet Your Ac--"
First of all, the titles do mean something. This time it's about Sheila. It started out at the Acquaintance Party when I was in 3rd Year. I was feeling a little bit more confident about myself and about my looks. So I went and tried to meet new people. Preferably the 1st Years.
My best friends, Patty and Jason (I'll use their real names because it's practically useless to use a fake name.), and the other guys were talking about some freshman that they had their eyes on. They pointed to the girl walking down the stage in the gray sweatshirt and jeans. They said her name was Sheila So me and my friends made a plan to talk to her at the end of the party, and we did. I asked for her contact info and shit and that's how we became friends with her and her friends, Cath and Kiara. Woot. More on Cath later.
Question : If you're meeting someone for the first times, what would make you want to converse with the person? The person's looks or the way he talks?
Question : If some stranger were to come up to you and say that he wants to talk, how should you react?
Question: When is it the right time to ask for someone's contact info? =)))))
First of all, the titles do mean something. This time it's about Sheila. It started out at the Acquaintance Party when I was in 3rd Year. I was feeling a little bit more confident about myself and about my looks. So I went and tried to meet new people. Preferably the 1st Years.
My best friends, Patty and Jason (I'll use their real names because it's practically useless to use a fake name.), and the other guys were talking about some freshman that they had their eyes on. They pointed to the girl walking down the stage in the gray sweatshirt and jeans. They said her name was Sheila So me and my friends made a plan to talk to her at the end of the party, and we did. I asked for her contact info and shit and that's how we became friends with her and her friends, Cath and Kiara. Woot. More on Cath later.
Question : If you're meeting someone for the first times, what would make you want to converse with the person? The person's looks or the way he talks?
Question : If some stranger were to come up to you and say that he wants to talk, how should you react?
Question: When is it the right time to ask for someone's contact info? =)))))
Monday, October 29, 2012
Part II
"Bridge?"
Let's get back to me, 2nd Year High School. I joined the Cadet Officers Training Course. lucky me, because Michelle was an officer by that time. So I always had to salute her when she passes by or when I see her. What a hassle... and not to mention a fucking embarrassing thing to do to a person you like. Let's talk about February 16, 2009. We were having some kind of National Achievement Test. We didn't have classes on the 14th and 15th, so I was gonna give my Valentine's gift to her on that day. I bought her two boxes of chocolate, one of Cadburys and one of Ferrero Rochers, and a rose. I gave it to her in front of a lot of people and she thanked me. It was embarrassing for me that time, but when I look back at it, it just seems hilarious and I laugh my ass off every time I tell that story. Now during our Intramurals, I was talking to Michelle's friends, including Albie. Since he was Michelle's friend, he thought that it would be a good idea to help me get Michelle. I was hesitant, but I let him go for it. After a few days I found out that Albie and Michelle were already dating. And I thought about how stupid I was and that I swore that I would be more aggressive.
It was then during the summer of 2009 that I changed. I grew taller, got a deeper voice, got stronger and thinner because of puberty and my Cadet Officers Training Course summer program. Most people couldn't believe how much I've turned into a different person. But that's about it for 2008-2009.
Question: What the actual fuck is a good Valentine's gift? HAHAHA
Question: Should you ever take help from someone else? Like a bridge?
Question: Is it always true that the bridge ends up with the girl?
Let's get back to me, 2nd Year High School. I joined the Cadet Officers Training Course. lucky me, because Michelle was an officer by that time. So I always had to salute her when she passes by or when I see her. What a hassle... and not to mention a fucking embarrassing thing to do to a person you like. Let's talk about February 16, 2009. We were having some kind of National Achievement Test. We didn't have classes on the 14th and 15th, so I was gonna give my Valentine's gift to her on that day. I bought her two boxes of chocolate, one of Cadburys and one of Ferrero Rochers, and a rose. I gave it to her in front of a lot of people and she thanked me. It was embarrassing for me that time, but when I look back at it, it just seems hilarious and I laugh my ass off every time I tell that story. Now during our Intramurals, I was talking to Michelle's friends, including Albie. Since he was Michelle's friend, he thought that it would be a good idea to help me get Michelle. I was hesitant, but I let him go for it. After a few days I found out that Albie and Michelle were already dating. And I thought about how stupid I was and that I swore that I would be more aggressive.
It was then during the summer of 2009 that I changed. I grew taller, got a deeper voice, got stronger and thinner because of puberty and my Cadet Officers Training Course summer program. Most people couldn't believe how much I've turned into a different person. But that's about it for 2008-2009.
Question: What the actual fuck is a good Valentine's gift? HAHAHA
Question: Should you ever take help from someone else? Like a bridge?
Question: Is it always true that the bridge ends up with the girl?
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