October 27, 2008
Daily: Wonderful weekend (0 Comments)
Thanks ladies for the time! ^_^
With Jhan and Phoebe
Before going with Jhan to Phoebe’s place, I had to meet up with ‘rents first in Glorietta. I bought new formal shoes and a FUCKING CELLPHONE. It’s a Motorola V9. D: Not bragging, but I really don’t know why I bought it. The realization hit me after paying. *lol* I have no idea what its features are except for its big external screen that can be used to view multimedia and read incoming messages. :3 It’s pretty cool.
I’m starting to love it. It’s mahogany and sexay~~~ 
A picture of me, on the left, camwhoring using the phone *lol* Phoebe told me I’ve done this before — impulse buying due to my being annoyed with the world. *lol* Anyway, Jhan and I went to Phoebe’s after dinner. She was really surprised when we got there because she thought we were just playing around. XD; We had sisig, watched movies, etc. One movie we watched was HAVANA NIGHTS. I think that’s the 3rd or 4th time I’ve seen it. Diego is so HOT. I want to dirty dance with someone too. :D We also watched some Cranberries mv’s and listened to a variety of songs. Indio I ftw! :3 We were trying to influence Phoebe not to study while we were there, but she just had to be a studious one. XP She even fell asleep! Boo~! >_<A special someone messaged me in the middle of the night saying, “DRINK RESPONSIBLY.” Awww~ ♥ ♥ ♥
So there. We didn’t do anything productive. We just chilled and smoked. XD; Before Jhan and I went home, we walked around GREENBELT 5 (our second home *lol* J/k!). I waited for the family to get to Greenbelt 1 to have a Cyma dinner celebration for my Dad’s birthday. ^_^ (Belated Happy Birthday to him!) They had to go to MCS first to get the renewed gun license. Then around 6:30PM they arrived at Cyma, so Jhan and I had to part ways. We promised we’d go shopping next time for clothes.
Gotta save moolah first.October 27, 2008
Daily: The more I give to you… (0 Comments)
You have to excuse the emo posts from time to time. Ranting and venting to my friends hasn’t been enough actually. *lol* I have tons and tons of things to blog about, but I haven’t figured out where to start. So I have to properly plan that first including a bunch of other things. My days lately, although not really a mess, hasn’t really been productive.
This, though, I have been wanting to talk about.
The more I give to you, the more I die.
It’s a line from one of my favorite songs. (Guess what song that is! *lol*)
This line has a strong impact to me after going through a fucking disastrous relationship. When Mac and I started going out, I wasn’t sure if I would love him but I liked him a lot. I told myself I should stop playing around and be serious again (because the person I liked before took me for granted, but that’s a different topic). Eventually, I learned the feeling of loving him. I gave my love in various ways. He became my priority; part of my life decisions. Even when I was sick, I was there for him. I did things that years ago I didn’t expect I would do like being PDA with him. I didn’t like the idea, but I didn’t care what others think — I just wanted to hug and kiss him to show even strangers how much I loved him. When there was something he needed, I did everything I can to give it to him. It didn’t matter if my parents or friends would get mad. It didn’t matter if I become sick, tired, or poor. What mattered to me most was his happiness. My heart would flutter when he shows his gratefulness and appreciation in his own way of loving. In short, I gave him everything without knowing that I was going to hurt myself in the end.
On the moment I felt lost, I asked, “Where should my love go? Who would love me?” Too much love has killed me.
But is love supposed to be that bad? Neri, a high school friend, blogged about when one is given an opportunity to love. She said that a person should cherish that feeling and give it all he’s got because he will never know if the love will last or not. What matters is the present. Not the past nor the future. It hurts a lot when a relationship ends in a snap, but we should believe that breakups happen FOR A REASON — that better things will come.
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