You don't have to earn my love if I just give it.

Now Playing: Big Yellow Taxi by Counting Crows feat. Vanessa Carlton

Happy Birthday BESPREN!

Stories about the super duper kilig birthday bash will follow. I promise. :)

I want to be forever young.

Now Playing: Dancing in the Moonlight by Fools Garden

I forgot my color pencils, the one I should be using for my Filipino homework.

I forgot my handout in Research at the counter of which I paid my new ballpoint pen. That said handout exhibits our very, very challenging assignment which is due tomorrow.

I forgot to retrieve my yellow hard-bounded diary from Lala.

I forgot to ask Micah about that thing she promised me about.



And apparently, I forgot to remember that I will stay up until 10:30 today.


Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever, forever
But then, who wants to live forever? (I'm pretty sure Edward Cullen devotees are raising both of their hands)

Good fight and Good night.

So sweet I can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth.

Now Playing: Risque by Cute Is What We Aim For

In this instant, I'm going to write everything that pops out of brain. Everything. No deleting.
No hitting of the arrow above the Enter key. Gawd, that's going to be hard. Or maybe not.

Okay, let's start this morning. My whole system suppose to come to life at 5am since we have this practice two hours later. But because of the gooey liquid that keeps on dripping out of my nose, I preferred not to. Oh well, I'll be prepared for my prize on Monday.

My parents went to Goa earlier this afternoon and they'll be back tomorrow. Which means I can use the computer until I want to. Haha. Like you care.

In other news, I think I'll be blogging more regularly. That's not a promise, but more like a pledge of loyalty I owe to this blog somehow. It's been three years full of words anyway, so why stop it immediately?

Win together, lose together, teammates. But in our case, win! Congrats Sb! :D

P.S. I pressed the back-space key. Boom de Yada!

The World Is Just Awesome.

I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
I love the ocean
I love real dirty things
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world and all its craziness
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
I love tornadoes
I love Arachnids
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
Its such a brilliant place
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada
Boom De Yada

- This is perhaps, the best commercial I've ever seen. Its premiere was months ago, but the song is always stuck in my head. Like now. But what the hell, the world really is just awesome -- no questions asked. :)

If I were a boy, I think I could understand.

Now Playing: I'm Yours by The Script

As scared as I am to spill all my guts in this letter, I'd favor brutal honesty rather than to complicate matters because of mixed hints and insinuations.

Those conversations we've been having for days now were truthfully and most likely the closest encounter I had to dating. Yes, as awkward as it seems, it was. Thus, that explains my safe and short replies.

I really had no intention of upsetting you or placing you in a predicament like this. And if what you said were true, you didn't have to end your "commitment" just like that either.

I’ve always been taken aback by the idea of love but I guess this time it's different. Now that I've personally faced the multifaceted concept of it, all it has done is leave me anxious and terrified.

So here it goes, the lamest, the most pathetic excuse that I can think (besides the fact that I'm still very, very young).

I don't know you and you don't know me. That's it, I’ve said it. Maybe the one above sounds more reasonable, but you wouldn’t accept it so my brain has devised a more logical justification.

So maybe we’ve been acquaintances since our freshmen year and yes, we’ve been exchanging messages for the previous weeks. But that proves nothing yet.

Or let’s say we can begin in the get-to-know-each-other stage. But how long will I, will you keep up with it?


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SYNOPSIS: Or suppose all the words I’ve just typed are now ignored since they’re mainly incoherent and random,

One good stretch before our hibernation.

Now Playing: In The End by Linkin Park

Sa totoo lang, kanina ko pa tinititigan yang pakindat-kindat na linya. Parang kulisap na walang tigil sa pagkislap.

The previous days have been tough and sore for almost every soul in our batch. Gratifying victories not only demanded strenuous practices and rehearsals, but also joint efforts and acceptance for everyone's individuality.

Ngunit ako'y nakatitiyak na hindi yan ang pinagmumulan ng aking lumalaking diperensya sa ulo. Nawala na ang dating ako na ngumingiti at humahalakhak sa bawat hampas at hagupit ng aking kapalaran. Halos lahat ng bagay, mali, lahat ng bagay sa mundo ay nagbibigay lang sa akin ng rason para isara ang utak, para matulog ulit.

This phenomenon always arise at the most incovenient times. Times when I needed to believe in myself, when I've hold onto something that really mattered, when I've wanted something at full grasp.

Pero, siguro yan na nga ang nakaguhit sa aking palad. Siguro.



Of course, its not. Its time for a CHANGE! Changes will start tomorrow and will start for good.


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Tulungan mo ako ulit Lord. Sige na, please?

Better in Time

Now Playing: The Gift by Angel and Airwaves

Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want.

Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish come true.

But if you believe that it's right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to possibility of it, to the certainty of it. You just might get the thing you're wishing for.

The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it?


Good. Now believe in it, with all your heart.

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My brain is doing somersaults again. Oh men.

The Pros and Cons of Breathing

Now Playing: Seven Days by Craig David

Sa pag-ibig, kahit na masaktan ka o lumuha pa, ang mahalaga marunong kang maglaba at hindi ka takot mamalantsa dahil ang magaling magsaing ay may katapat na tunay kanin; tandaan mo na ang buhay ay hindi isang piraso ng papel na pwedeng ibato sa nagliliyab na apoy, na kapag isinubo at napaso ay maaaring iluwa sa batis na kay tamis, na hindi kayang pantayan ang kislap ng brilyante ng mga diwata sa kagubatan.

-Walang kwenta! Yes! Malapit na magsem-break. Wahahaha. Konting puyat at pagod na lang, matatapos na ang lahat.




ALL HAIL NAGA CITY SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL! :D

And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do.

Now Playing: Decoy by Paramore

Today, this girl doesn’t feel like talking about herself. In fact, she feels like talking to herself. Which principally means she’ll be asking and answering her own questions. Which principally means she’s a strange, strange person who still doesn't know the right way to spend a constructive Saturday evening. And you, most certainly, shouldn’t be reading about this if you wish to make this day a rational one, but you know you will anyway.

Why do you write about yourself in the third person?
Because it's different. And being different is cool. Very cool.

And do you think you're a cool person?
In the most un-modest, un-pa-humble manner, I don't think I'm cool. Because besides the fact that I don't think, cool is not the right adjective to describe myself. There are over a million words in the English dictionary and I'll rather be illustrated as quirky, spontaneous and playful.

You mean like a child?
Yes, like a child.

But you are 14 years old, right?
Yes, I am 3 days, 7 months and 14 years old. Can you ask a different question? This is getting pointless.

Okay. So, what are your likes and dislikes?
I love mocha-flavored food, apples, listening to drip of the rain, typing the very last word of revision in our research and books that put me to sleep. I hate being exposed in the midday sun, Joe Jonas' growing hair which in retrospect doesn't suit him, tripping over infront of my crush because I've stared at his eyes too much that I forgot to see where I'm walking and marshmallows. Come to think of it, I hate marshmallows that's been mixed with melamine more. I hate marshmallows in general, because all sort of brain waves rushes into my head whenever I chew it. I do like chocolate marshmallows, though. And Kung Fu Kids' Marsh.

Why are you so weird?
I already told you, it's cool. But I'll also blame my family, or Demi Lovato's grin, or my childhood years or our country's dwindling economy. But unfortunately, there's no correct answer to this question.

Is your title inspired by Miley's hit single?
Yep. Almost everything about Miley Cyrus royally annoys me, but I actually find this song pretty cool. Mostly because, no matter how many times she denies this, it’s about Nick Jonas—and I heart Joe Jonas. I want to marry him, and pinch his rosy cheeks all-day long even if his voice sounds as if he's being squeezed in a cola bottle.

You make me love you. :D

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.

Somewhere in the galaxy, there's a girl, with her feet throbbing in tedious pain, inputs her vents into the World Wide Web. Some will read it, some won't.

But that's not the real story.

The real story is about friendship and love. About trust, loyalty and courage. It's about life and time and change. Girls and boys write stories just like her. They hide in veils and masks and hope to fit in. Some did. Some didn't. It's a story that has history and chapters yet to be written.

Sometimes to find the real story, you have to look away, into the shadows on the fringe of the obvious. Can you see it?

Somewhere in the galaxy, there's a girl, with her feet throbbing in tedious pain, inputs her vents into the World Wide Web. Critics will criticize and spectators will spectate. They'll talk how wrong the writer's grammar is or how she polish her words to draw more audience.

But that's not the real story. As a matter of fact, that's not the story at all.

Stand by me. Nobody knows the way it's gonna be.

I miss them more than I possibly can, more than I can possibly imagine.

My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize.

Well I don't wanna be the blame, NOT ANYMORE. It's your turn, so take a seat, we're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt SO much? I can't decide. You have made it harder just to go on. And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong. That's what you get when you let your heart win.

When It's Over

I don’t dare to find you from the ambiguous pool of people. He asks which one is you, I’m not sure. Describe her, he says; there are no words. This city, this world is a pancake stuffed with humans and I’m scared, scared to seek you. It’s a horrifying search, I get claustrophobic in crowded places and I get even more terrified when this thought walks into my mind, screaming, yelling that you might be breathing around me but I close my eyes. He asks if I’m lost; I’ve always been.

-Got this from nosundays. So sad yet so true. ;/

Build God, Then We'll Talk

When does murder begin?

With the pull of a trigger? With the formation of a motive? Or does it begin long before, when a child swallows more pain than love and is forever changed?

Perhaps it doesn't matter.

Or perhaps it matters more than everything else.

We judge and punish based on facts, but facts are not truth. Facts are like a buried skeleton uncovered long after death. Truth is fluid. Truth is alive. To know the truth requires understanding, the most difficult human art. It requires seeing all things at once, forward and backward, the way God sees.

Forward and backward. . .

Born on the 4th of July.

Music: Shout to the Lord by AI7 Top 8

Lumiban ako sa eskwelahan ngayon.

Matagal-tagal ko na ring binalak ang paga-absent kaso laging nade-delay. At ngayon, natupad ang planong ito. Dahil medyo umatake and migraine-slash-short-termed lagnat-slash-katamaran ko, sinamantala ko na ang pagkakataon.

Di ko inisip na ngayon nga pala kami magre-reunite ng aking mga 'sisterfriends' at sabay-sabay na babasahin ang lihim na pangkaibigan ni B. Di ko inisip na ngayon pala yung deadline ng mga takda at ngayon kami magpapakitang gilas ng aming mga English skills sa English (syempre). Nawala na rin sa utak ko na ngayon ang Health eksam namin sa MAPEH, na ako ang magdadala ng kostyum ni Denise, at hindi ako kinakausap ni bespren Jenny.

Nakakabanas talaga 'pag nikikipag-patintero sa'yo ang tadhana. Lalo na sa akin. Hindi pa ako nakakatakbo, ako na kaagad ang taya.

Tsk. Wrong timing talaga.

Pero on the bright side, kinakausap na ulit ako ng aking ate. 'Pano ba naman kasi, dalawang beses kaming nagkalmutan, nagsuntukan at naglagyanan ng pulbos sa drawer ng isa't isa. Ayos.

Pagkagising ko kanina, nakita ko agad yung libro na tinake home ni ate at naisipang basahin. Binasa ang prologue, at pinagbalik-baliktad ang libro, nagbabasakaling may sikretong naghihintay na makita ng aking 'Civilian' eyes. Pero, wala naman. Laki na lang ng gulat ko ng nakita ko si ate na nakitingin sa akin, ang mga kamay nakatali sa kanyang baywang. Patay. Caught red-handed. Wala na, away na naman to. Pero imbes na kunin yung nagkakalat na hanger sa sahig, lumapit siya sa akin, ngumiti, at kiniliti ako. Oo, kiniliti. Parehong-pareho dun sa kiliti na binigay ko kay Lala noong nakaraang araw. Phew. Buti na lang.

Pagkatapos nun, habang sinisimut ko yung mayonnaise namin, naisip ko na baka pwede pa akong pumasok, kahit sa hapon lang. Baka makahabol pa ako dun sa English presenteysyon namin.

Pero hindi. HINDI. Tinamad ako, hindi ko ginamit ang kakaunting utak na natitira sa akin at patuloy na sinumot ang paborito kong mayo.

Inubos ko ang natitirang oras sa pagbabasa ng nasabing libro, panunuod ng boring na The Covenant at sa pagkain ng mga strawberry-cheese sandwiches.

Nung medyo humapon na, dumating si Kuya na may dala-dalang mga bagong tinapay na dapat kainin at isang South Star Drug plastik na alam na alam kong, ice cream ang laman. Ayos.

Pagkatapos kumain, pinagusapan ni Mama at Papa si Kuya Patrick at ang kanyang napalakas na appetite kahit sa murang edad na tatlong taon. Tiningnan nila yung photo album na may compilation ng mga childhood pictures namin. Doon ko lang talaga nalaman ang tunay na ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal. No joke. Ang scene eh yung parang sa mga pelikula kung saan magsasabi ang magulang na "Our kid has grown up so fast" at sa pagsignal ng direktor eh ilalabas ng bata ang kanyang ulo at maiisip rin ang tunay na ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal.

Anyway.

Nung humapon-hapon na, tinawagan ko si Charm at hindi si bespren Jenny dahil baka bagsakan niya ako ng telepono. Sabi niya, may hanay daw bukas-7:30 at may workshop 'pag hapon-2:00. Ayos, pwede mo na akong i-stalk. Sabi rin niya, sabay-sabay silang umuwi ng CA at napostpone ang reunion ng aking mga ka-'sisterfriends'. Di raw nila binasa yung liham na pangkaibigan ni B at pumasok na rin si Sir Jonatz sa pinakaunang pagkakataon.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Bago maghapunan, tumawag si bespren Jenny. Ayos, hindi na siya galit sa 'kin. Nagkwentuhan kami at sinabi niya sakin kung ano yung sinabi ni Borj na lagi namang kasama ni B. Haha. Ayos talaga.

Pagkatapos ng dinner, may nangyaring operasyon. Ayoko ng i-elaborate dahil masyadong uhmmm.. kadiri. Pagkalipas ng ilang oras, nandito ako ngayon sa tapat ng maalikabok na monitor, nagsesenti-sentihan sa Vulnerable ng Secondhand Serenade.

So, over-all naging maganda naman ang kinalabasan ng aking master plan. May pros, pero may cons rin. Kahit meron pa akong apat na saknong na dapat buuin, mga terms na dapat i-memorize at training na dapat paghandaan, ayos lang. Ganyan lang talaga makipaglaro sa akin ang tadhana. Sanay na ako at kahit parang di-patas, alam kong sa bandang huli, ako ang unang makakarating ng finish line.

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.

Ned: You're the only one for me.
Chuck: I know you feel that now, but there are things you want, there's things we both want.
Ned: So? Everyone wants stuff. We wake up everyday with a list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them doesn't mean we need them to be happy.
Chuck: What do you need to be happy?
Ned: You.

-Pushing Daisies


Saccharine sweetness ♥

We'll make this thing work, but I think we should take it slow.

Now Playing: Just Like Heaven by The Cure

When you're a 6-year old child, your world revolves around your favorite teddy bear, the 48 crayolas you own and your best playmate that dances with you in the rain. But as you grow older, things get complicated, you get complicated. You're subjected to this whole cacophony of conflicting thoughts.

And it goes the same for every human being that ever existed in this fickle-minded world.

Just like what's happening between J and B right now (Woo! Pang-GossipGirl ah. Haha. Kilalanin niyo na lang sila.) I know I shouldn't put to much attention to it because that's their own businesses but after what I posted last time, I know I couldn't keep my mouth mum.

Precisely like any other people, the first months of their friendship (romance, I daresay) have fairly, smoothly went well. And I've been a witness to that. At some point, the CA opposed to their friendship-relationship but they survived that storm.

But not this time.

Words have been declared and tears have been shed.

I know that coward (the one who anonymously listed his/her name on my Cbox) told me that I'm being biased in this situation. I also know, for a fact, that I haven't heard his side of story. And I know that he has moved heaven and earth just to put back things where it belonged.

I don't know if they're already in good terms but if it's really over I think they should both stop obsessing over what they might have done to save it. And they just can't change the facts that made it so.

Time has a way of healing, or so they say. Sometime in the future, I hope they would do what is right to do. If it's really meant to be, then maybe, someday, they'll find a way to finish what they started.

Right now, I've officially raised my white flag. As far as I'm concerned, this war is over.

And both parties have won. :)


We are young

heartache to heartache,
we stand.
No promises,
no demands.
Love is a battlefield.
- Pat Benatar

My Hero

I really can't get enough of the adorable Hiro Nakamura. Di ko yan bagong crush ha, loyal ako kay Nate. He's really cute and the way he raises his glasses in the bridge of his nose and the way he says "I did it" in Japanese make me smile from ear to ear. I just finished Season One yesterday. Can't wait to get my hands on Season 2!

Maxine, Nica, Lianne and Bea.

And I will try to fix you.

Now Playing: Smother Me by The Used

The first two weeks of term seemed to have dragged on forever, like one gigantic Chemistry lesson. And as if on cue, the low temperature surfacing the city just worsens the blow.

In fact, since classes have started, almost everything have changed.

As expected, we (CA and Boomers) were separated into different sections and finally after two years, I became classmates with my best friend again. Besides the vast vacancy of time in school, nothing--- not even a taste of my favorite hot fudge sundae, would ease the odd sensation that cripple my veins every single day.

Our uneventful surprise birthday plan backfired. The constant absence of a close friend does not only spike up jealousy but also cause some drastic change in our social gatherings. And the denial of another close friend about her current status has reached its most critical point.

Also, for the past few days, we've been trying to, somehow, patch up an old pair; although the other party is not being very helpful because of his contrasting messages, desperate pleas for attention and confessions of eternal love through self-pity and repetition.

On the other hand, the break-up of another couple have fairly been going well except for the girl's circle of friends (which includes me). Their plot of revenge might even lead them (us) to be in grave danger.

In some way, it may sound unbelievable that all these drama's going on when it's only been two weeks.


Everything's broken. Everything's just falling apart.

Time Consumer

Now Playing: Mr. Brightside by The Killers

If someone will notice, my recent posts have only been blabbing about GG, AI or my fatal boredom inside our house. I just don't feel like updating about the things that happened to me so far. Or when I do, someone's occupying the computer so its just stuck in my head like a crazy song.

So now, I thought of writing about books. BOOKS. The five books that I've proudly finished this summer.

1. Macarthur by Bob Ong. I read this during my first day of summer. And the shortest book among these five. To be honest, I was truly surprise that a man like Bob Ong would write a fictional story about drugs, the survival of poverty-stricken folks and the untrustworthiness of policemen. I really pity Mang Justo, though.


2. Turning Angel by Greg Iles. This is probably the longest and the most uhhhmmm.. R-18? God, I knew a lot of sexual things on these books that are too inappropriate for my age. I could have stopped reading it, but an unfinished book haunt me sometimes. Anyway. It talked about the murder of a stunning incoming 18-year old freshman who had an affair with a doctor. Murders here and there, lies everywhere. Penn Cage's a really brave man. He did everything in his power to save his friend and to take care of her daughter even if it costs his life.
   


3. The Da Vince Code by Dan Brown. We had the illustrated edition lurking in our living room since the movie was released but I never had the curiosity to open it. So, out of boredom, I decided to read it. It wasn't as intriguing as I thought. I can't see the point why some Christians wanted to stop it from airing in the big screen. Duh? It's only a book. Although after reading it, it made me want to visit France someday. Especially the Louvre Museum.

I'll continue this next time. Sayonara!

Maraming bagay ang mahal 'pag wala kang pera.

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons
Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach then for God sakes preach with conviction
- I Constantly Thank God for Esteban, Panic! At The Disco

Galing pa yan dun sa dati nilang album, pero paikot-ikot sa utak ko kaya tinaype ko na lang. Nagbabakasakaling mabura. Siya nga pala, lumabas na yung bago nilang album. 'Di na masyadong mabilis kumanta si Brendon kaya pwede mo na 'tong kantahin sa kalye na hindi napapahiya ang sarili.

Ako ay sobrang nababagot. Sobrang bagot na kaya ko nang kainin ang daliri para pasayahin ang aking saliri.

Wala nga ako sa pag-iisip para mag-blog ngayon eh. Naisipan lang para may mabago naman.

Teka, narinig niyo ba na pwedeng i-reschedule ang summer? Oo, reschedule. Dahil daw sa global climate change. [Magkukunwaring alam ang mga pinagsasabi] Kewl.

Baka umalis na naman ako. Babalik 'pag may naisip ng makabuluhan, yung pwede ng pampelikula.



Hay naku. Anong klase ba namang summer 'to, ang lamig-lamig. Nyaa. Pero ayos lang, tititig lang ako sa mukha ni Papa Chace tunaw na ang kalamnan ko.

I need to get away. Got to get away.

My summer's not getting any better! It's only a month 'till classes start again and I still haven't caught sight of the beach. Wala pa akong nagagawang may saysay. I think the only good thing this summer is watching American Idol and Gossip Girl over and over again. Nyaaa. Jason Castro's casted off already. Kawawa naman si Lala.

A Rush of Blood to the Head

Some stories must wait to be told.

Any writer worth his salt know this. Sometimes you wait for events to percolate into your subconscious until a deeper truth emerges; other times you're simply waiting for the principals to die. Sometimes it's both.

This story is like that.

A girl walks the straight and narrow all her life; she follows the rules, stays within the lines; then one day she makes a misstep. She crosses the line and sets in a chain of events that will take from her everything she has and damn her forever in the eyes of those she loves.

We all sense that invisible line of demarcation, like an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. And there is some wild thing in our nature that makes us want to cross it, that compels us with the silent insistence evolutionary imperative to risk all for a glinting shadow. Most of us suppress that urge. Fear stops us more than wisdom, as in most things. But some of us take that step. And in the taking, we start down a path from which it is difficult and sometimes impossible to return.

-Turning Angel by Greg Iles. I love love love this book. I recommend this for those who love books that showcases a lot of mystery and violence.

Ang Katulad Mong Walang Katulad

After watching Gabe and Rosemary's love-that-was-unlooked-for fairytale minus the happy ending, it somehow got me thinking. So, who is my first love?

Well, before I embarrass myself and give my fair share of my first take on this so-called love, I would like to remind you that you are entering my kingdom; so if you happen to know who I am referring to, I would really appreciate it if you just keep it to yourself, okay?

So sit back, as I surrender the bitters and the sweets of my first love.

I think first saw him back on my playful, dirty elementary days. Since both her sister attended my school, I remembered seeing his face quite often. But it was not until last year when he stepped into my door as a sensible person.

He was far from Mr. Crush Ng Bayan, really. But he was a complete mimic of the guy of my dreams. He had black chinky eyes that glistened every time he flashes his warm, adorable smile. He's an active member of his Church and he's really closely-knitted to his family. He strums the guitar and is a computer literate, too. But above all that, the impression of him that's really etched in my mind is his disapproval for the utterance of bad words. Gosh, such a good boy.[I'm not a stalker, by the way.]

Anyway, I recalled my first encounter of him as a conversation in the virtual world. See, he was, and still is one of the pursuing suitors of one of my closest friends. And as misfortune would always play its foolish antics on me, believe it or not, Mr. First Love and I got a teensy weensy bit close.

Days passed, and I was turning into a matchmaker extraordinaire. Not only did I knew what was going on between them, I also transported messages for them. If you ask me, I don't know why I did that. But I guess I just can't wait for this two shy souls to jumpstart a mutual connection.

And then came the sappy part.

I think it was during the semester break when things metamorphosed into something awful and unforgiving. On a dark, wet October night, the whole family left to go to my cousin's debut. But due to my inborn hardheadedness, I was left alone. Frightened, I opened our PC to find company.

He was one of them. That's not the whole story though. May sinabi kasi siya nun na hinding-hindi ko talaga makakalimutan. And that was that.

When classes resumed, I hopelessly searched for his face on the crowd. Defeated, I headed back to our room. As I was climbing the stairs with a twinge of disappointment, I tilted my head up just to see the person I was looking for. Our eyes met for a while, and we managed to give each other a nod and a smile.

My heart was ready to burst. If only I could summon all the fairies of the underworld to sprinkle us with white roses and have us to live happily ever after, I would. But I know, you know, that I can't.

Although I always believe in happy endings, this story unfortunately don't have one. I still chat with him from time to time, and I think he already knows what my friends cruelly pointed out back then. Or maybe not. LG daw kasi siya eh. Yeah right.

And so. As I've said, this story isn't a good one to tell. Though I knew from the start that he will ALWAYS(a big emphasis on the word always) love her, I didn't expect anything to spark.

Media always has its way to say that love is beautiful. And I believe in that. Love always offer happiness, even just for a short span of time. And though this post opposes to that thought, indeed, love is beautiful. :)

Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake. The truth is, there's gonna be other guys out there. I mean, I hope. But I'm never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be him. :)

- Little Manhattan

Guess Who's Back?

After what seemed to be years of absence, your resident naughty Nica is back on track. After several doubts and dual-thinking, I can't believe I'm finally back blogging. I really missed this.

Oh well, I'm not pretty much in the mood to write, or type, rather. What really gave me the urge to write was the farewell of Kristy Lee Cook from AI tonight. Booya! Finally, she's gone. I just can't stand her.

I'll give updates what truthfully happened to those three months and ten days of nonexistence. Well, I'll try.

I better drink my traditional hot milk and go to sleep now. Gahd. My eyes are so swollen. Just a few more puyat and my eyes will be like my sister's.

And if you're wondering who that good-looking, jaw-dropping, head-turning, pulchritudinous guy is, he is David James Archuleta, another finalist of AI. *swoons*

And if you, too, are a fan, this is a must-see. Ciao!

I Can't Find The Words To Say Goodbye.

FOR STILL UNDECIPHERED REASONS, I WILL STOP BLOGGING. FOR SHORT, GOODBYE. PAALAM. BABAY. OR WHATEVER BLAH-BLAHS IN WHATEVER LANGUAGE THAT REPRESENTS GOODBYE. HOW LONG? I REALLY DON'T KNOW. BUT MAYBE TWO OR THREE WEEKS WILL DO ME GOOD. I'LL SURE MISS THE BLOGGING WORLD. TAKE CARE NOW, MATES. I'LL BE BACK WITH FRESH IDEAS AND PRINCIPLES. PARANG NEW YEAR. YAYY.

KAHIT NGA ANG TEMPLATE KO, NAKISAMA NA RIN, NAKA-DEFAULT NA LANG. KAWAWA NAMAN. HAI.


MORAL OF THE STORY:
INGAT KAYO, MGA KAPWA KONG PILIPINO. MWAH MWAH. CHUP CHUP. MAHAL KO KAYONG LAHAT.♥

Invisible War.

This means war ugli litel uod. Mamatay na ang dapat mamatay. Masagasaan ang dapat masagasaan. Wala akong pakialam. Wala akong sasantuhin. I just want revenge! Bwahahahaha!


P.S. Bahala ka ng mag-isip kung sino ang bago kong ka-gyera. Tandaan mo lang na mahigit. . . tatlumpong bilyon ang tao sa mundo. Pero kung ayaw mo, ayos rin. Hindi mo naman kami pagbabatiin, diba?