HONESTY IS NOT THE BEST F*CKING POLICY. Because if it were, I wouldn’t have people telling me to lie during a job interview. HA!
Seems like I got suspended for nothing.
HONESTY IS NOT THE BEST F*CKING POLICY. Because if it were, I wouldn’t have people telling me to lie during a job interview. HA!
Seems like I got suspended for nothing.
At a point in my life I decided that I would believe in something irrational, superstitious, impossible and down right stupid. I decided that I would take a chance and succomb to something I would normally find myself cringing at. You see, as much as I would like to believe, I am not your typical girl. I despise the thought of having crushes, I pry away from the thought of such a thing of being “meant to be” and all that shit but when desperation, boredom and the suckiness of constantly being broken kicks in, you find yourself at a weak point and start believing in things you don’t want to. In my case, I decided to start wishing.
I don’t wish, I plan. I set goals. Because these things, I can control. I can fix, I can change.
My weapon of choice? 11:11.
Why? Beats me. But it beat wishing on stars, tossing pennies into fountains and whatever it is people use to wish on. 11:11 is stupid, I know. It’s as fctional as any other procedure but I felt like it was something special that suited me. The rules were, I would never alarm, never wait for it and leave it up to coincidence that when I stopped to check the time fate would take its place in my life and let me wish away to my hearts content.
For a very long time, I only had one wish. And that wish to find someone who was meant for me and who I was meant for. Maybe it turned into some sort of religious-superficial ritual because I wished and prayed for this to God- any God, given my religious views that I stand so closely by now.
But as I went along, I sort of came to the impression that I was selfish. Wishes afterall are meant to be selfish and shallow otherwise, you wouldn’t wish for them to begin with. Love is fictional, everybody knows that. You can believe in it all you want and never know if you have it or not. Sometimes it’s there and other times you just sit around wondering f that really is what it is. I don’t want love to be like that though which is why I used to fathom over fairytales and whatnot… fiction, laid down loud and clear.
I guess I just grew out of the thought that we can be in love all the time. I believe that you can love someone all the time but honestly, the prior, I’m not so sure of. So I changed my wish. It’s 8:43 on Paolo’s desktop right now and if IF by chance or fate I catch 11:11 tonight, my only wish is that if I am with the person I am meant to be with and who is meant for me, if God lets me cast my wish upon something so unsure, it would be that I will always have the ability to make the person I love happy. Generally happy despite the ups and downs and the winds and twirls. Not so selfish? I would like to believe so.
So 11:11, be good to me. I am foolish and I believe in the unreal but I am only human afterall, and a very weak and girly one at that.
Issa
I guess life is funny like that. You can love and love and love a person without ever feeling loved in return. And as much as you would want to leave, you know you will never really find the guts in your heart to do so. So until that day finally comes you just sit around and pray that one day some person is going to come and sweep you off your feet and love you the way you’ve always wanted to be loved. Probably even love you the way you gave love and if you’re lucky, even more.
Me? I used to. But not anymore. I’m just… happy. In my own little ways. A cheeseburger would make me happy or being able to play frisbee. Or laying on the beach with good music and good company.
Life is funny. You can have everything and still feel lonely and sad and pathetic and like it’s still not enough. I guess it’s human nature to never be satisfied- to always want more. And here I am, kinda feeling that way but I know things like this will pass so I look forward to getting there.
I still haven’t had my Mcdo. 2 attempted fails na. I don’t even want it that much anymore. *sigh*
Do you think that we are meant to be with one person for the rest of our lives?
Or that we were meant to be with all the people we were with in the past so that when the right one finally comes along we know how lucky we are?
I hope God wrote me this wonderful love story where it’s good and it’s bad and it gets better and it lasts. :3
I am my worst enemy because nobody destroys me quite like myself.
I like to over think and overwhelm myself in the process and I’ll admit- the future scares me.
I have so many dreams and aspirations and somehow the thought of them just staying like that freaks me out more.
I am scared that I want too much that a lifetime would never be able to manage them all.
But these fears are irrational and petty because I know that I make my own bliss.
But the night times scare me because these are the times where the world is quiet and my thoughts are loud.
So yeah, allow me to be scared because it makes me appreciate my bravery more.
Because I know I am capable of being just that.
I’m just hazy in the head.
I get sleepy too.
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Random conversation with an old friend:
him: hi iss




I’d like to believe that you feel everything I feel when I say it to you,
that you feel the way I do and it’s not just me but both of us.
That you take me seriously.
That even if things are changing, and if our feelings should change too, then it would only become stronger.
That despite my mistakes and my immature wants that are often perceived as need, you don’t look at me differently.
That this is where I am supposed to be.
And that you are who I am supposed to be with.
I love you. And I hope you know that. And I hope it’s not too much for you.
I’d translate exhausted in every language but.. I really just… can’t.
No words.
Just random thoughts, realizations, fears, tears that I can’t put into place.
You make me unafraid, you do.
You leave me speechless and giddy and you make me look forward to every single day that I get to spend with you.
You make me feel sure of myself and honestly, I’ve never been more certain towards how I’ve felt towards anybody but you. And I mean it.
You make my walls come down and just so you know, only 2 people have made me cry out of pure happiness- my papa and you.
You give me weak knees but I’ll always have a steady stance as long as I’m with you.
You are the best boyfriend in the whole world and I still have my head up in the clouds and it’s not just because of today but it’s because of what you do for/ to me everyday.
Thank you for thinking that I’m worth all of the things you do for me and more.
I can’t wait to make you feel the way you make me feel now- if you haven’t already.
You have given me such a happy heart one that is actually starting to consider the thought that maybe not everyone has to leave.
And I just want to do the same for you. Not because I have to but because I want to. And your happiness means everything to me. :3
I’m not used to posting happy things on this blog so forgive me if it’s not as good as the others. When I’m happy, I just want to kiss you and be with you so this is still a bit new to me. But I’ll get better at it.
This happiness is hard to explain and I guess that’s the best part. I can’t even begin to fathom how lucky and blessed and happy you make me feel.
Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you. I love you so much!!!
These lips of mine are going to get me into trouble one day.
Or it’ll just lead to an insatiably unmendable broken heart. Oh, I fear for myself so much. Issa please stop being so stupid.
I don’t mind saying it everyday, hell, I’d say it every second if it made you happy- if it makes you happy at all.
But it breaks me up inside knowing that I might not ever be able to hear it from you.
If you can feel it then you can say it. Or do I have to give you a reason to?
Because it all boils down to me feeling like I’ m just not good enough to be loved. Despite everything I’ve done, not even by you.
Samoka jud nako oi. Ako na gyud pinaka bogo. Pinaka tanga ug pinaka basa.
Kung sa tanan, kibaw ko ako ang pinaka grabeh mo pinangga nimo. Ako ang tao na ok ra ihatag tanan basta tarungon lang ko nimo.
Kung sa tanan kibaw ko ako ang pinaka alkansi.
And I’ve come to terms with that a long time ago. But just like what I do every single time, I just keep giving myself the benefit of the doubt. Hoping that you know, that one day things may change for me.
I’ll be ok tomorrow. It’s just that right now it’s kinda hard to sleep.
I don’t want your pity party.