How To Break Up With Your Girlfriend

Love this.

I am writing about you.

I am writing about you, Honey..

I am writing about how stupid i am to ever think that we were meant for forever. Now i know.. Forever is bull..

I am writing about you, Honey.. And how this emptiness carved a big hole in my life.

NOTE TO SELF.

Whatnots.

Ugh, i kinda cleaned my drawer earlier and discovered some stuff i didn't know i still kept. I'll just share these..

La Consolacion College - Bacolod City ID tag given to me by a friend some 4 years ago.

Tarsier Doll - from Randell

Preying Mantis toy - from a friend whose name i forgot

That's a Circa key chain right there. A freebie from my brother's Circa shoes back in 2006.

That's me a year ago before entering FEU.

And that's Nico Funa, tropa slash first college crush. He gave me that photo.

My frog purse.

You can slip 500 peso bills in here and people would still think you're wearing a frog purse. Which you are. LOL

I used this glasses from my Senior year in High School until i think Freshman year in college. I put it in my bag and unfortunately sat on it.

The lost baby shoe i found 2 summers ago in a Boutique. I always thought this was a sign.

My X-Ray result back in 2007 when i enrolled in Mapua. It says i have clear lungs. Puzzling.

The first Emperador ball i kept.

Cacao Time!

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Matututunan din kitang mahalin.

Love..

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects,always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."

-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

10 Things I Hate About You

TOEIC Exam

Test Of English for International Communication.

2 long hours of answering questions about listening and reading comprehension with the rest of 50 or more Architecture and Fine Arts students. Results will be given out after a month. I will then have a TOEIC certificate, of course if i pass.

Mad inconsistencies.

This is a routine of mad inconsistencies.

My alarm clock would wake me up, and i would open my eyes to either cold mornings or lazy afternoons, depending on my class. I would ask my alarm clock for 5 more minutes, then close my eyes and wake up again 15-30 minutes later. I would get out of the sheets, get my towel, enter the bathroom, open the hot and cold water knobs and wait until the two would blend in a comfortable feeling of warmness. I would get out of the shower, wipe the fog off the mirror and look at myself for some 3 minutes. I would try to pull out a smile. Sometimes i'd get contented, most of the time it would just leave me a feeling of indifference. I would get in my preferred pair of undies and school uniform, comb my hair neatly, eat breakfast, fix my things, drink my medicine and would say hello to the world the moment i step out of this red-bricked building that is my temporary home.

Every single day i would.

The busy streets and hurrying office people would then wake me up to the reality that i am again outside my comfort zone and would hold on to my faith and my bag for protection. I would jump in a jeepney, pay my ride fee, and notice other passengers noticing me. I would turn on my iPod, guess every song that would play and would even try to sing along in my mind. I would get off the jeepney, ride the train that would take me as near as it would get to my school and would ride another vehicle that would get me nearer to my destination. A cancer stick would keep my hopes high for a good day so i would get one before getting in class. I would get there late, as usual.

Every single day i would.

My mood would depend on how my day goes and each day would be none like any other. I would crack up jokes and tease my classmates with the help of some friends and they would tease me back to some guys whom i am not even interested with but is worth the smile. The thought of them liking me makes me like myself more no matter how narcissistic it would sound. I would look at my phone every now and then and would miss the times when it consumed most of my breathing moments. I would try and pretend i like going to school but would end up hating it even more by the time i realize i am running out of inspirations for doing all the crap i have to do to please my professors for them to pass me. The stress and pressure would make me feel less happy but friends would always cheer me up, unconsciously.

Every single day they would.

The aftermath of school at the end of the day would leave me nothing but excitement to be back again in my comfort zone, my temporary home, my resting place. I would take another bite of my medicine, wait for it to take effect on me which is something i seldom feel now, and would hurriedly ride the same vehicles, the same route, back home. I would not mind the people who would look at me and examine my reaction when i feel panic because i have gotten used to it and it's something that would never bother me anymore. Upon arriving home, i would take off my shoes, unbutton my uniform and would lie down in bed and thank God i survived another never-ending cycle of ups and downs, of happy and mad people, of sick and perky moods, of realizations and wishful thinkings, and of nostalgic and displeasing sunrises and sunsets that is what's left of you and me.

Every single day i would.

The minutes would pass, and the ticking of the clock would not make it any easier for me to fall asleep. Even if i would close all the lights and drown myself in darkness, i would only find myself wide awake, thinking things i don't even know i am still aware of. Hours would pass and the moon-lit city peering in the bedroom window would soon transform into a lullabying mother, ready to shoulder my mad inconsistencies. It would try to make me fall asleep with every sound it would make and every time it would i'd end up feeling more anxious to meet my dreams. But it would always fail. The earth's lullaby would always strangle me with pain and doubt and lifeless feelings. And when it would seem like all hope has fade away, the memory of you would strike me deep into where they call the heart and it would always be the kind of sleeping pill that would put me into slumber. Minutes before it would take me away i would thank God again, not for the long-awaited sleep, but for the happy, photographic memories of the past that stayed..

I would lullaby my tears to sleep right after i whisper Amen.

Every single day i would.

Cross off things you've done in your life.

Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Been dumped.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself. (accidentally)
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.
Cut yourself. (accidentally)
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American/Australian Idol.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.

Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.

Chuva-Choo-Choo!

Got up this morning, turned the tv on and Oh Babe was on Cinema 1. Cant get enough of old pinoy movies. Kahit jologs. HAHA!

You do it to yourself.

You do it to yourself, you do. And that's what really hurts.- Just, Radiohead