You Suck

I haaaaaate this. I hateeeeeeee this. I hate you! How come we fall big time and hit the ground hard whenever we're in love? Is this punishment?? If so, for what? I mean, it just seems unfair. Love should be returned or shared. But every time I feel that I am IN LOVE, I always tend to feel BROKEN. I feel miscarried. I feel distorted. I feel like such a nobody and a loser.

Well, love sucks. That's one thing I'm sure of.

Cheers to those who are in love and stay happy. You are all lucky. :)

As for losers like me, chill. Fate is playing with us. He'll tire out and maybe, someday, just maybe, we'll all be happy and I could say love doesn't suck anymore. :D

I Heart You, Teacher

You are the cherry on top of my ice cream sundae.
You are the sweet morning dew on the grass.
You always tend to save the day.
Having you in my life is a must.

You are the sprinkles on my banana split.
You are the shine that falls from the sun.
When I fall, you help me get back on my feet.
When I can't, you show me how it's done.

You are the buzz of every bumblebee.
You are the rain to my bow.
You teach me how to perceive what I couldn't see.
Whether I lose or win, you tell me to keep my head low.

You are the peanut butter to my jelly sandwich.
You are the blue to my berry.
Right or wrong, you tell me which.
I sometimes fail you, I'm so sorry!

On this special day of yours,
I have something to say.
HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY! of course,
With love, hugs and kisses from IV-Galilei ♥

Poof and a Puff

I cannot count with all my fingers and toes the number of times that I went home late. Saturdays usually come and I would still be present at school. Yet, despite this hassle that we experience (only @ Acsci!), I can't compare the pressure and tiresomeness that I felt for the last two weeks.

First, the much anticipated Intramurals that was just held recently. Being Seniors of our school, we surely want to taste the glory or the feeling of superiority. It would be our last year and I think it is indeed our turn to shine. Since June, we have prepared for this special celebration. Intrams is like the cream of the crop of all school events. Every week we would chip in 20% of our daily funds. Yeah, you could say we really mean business here.

Our main goal is to outshine what we had prepared last year. So first off, we would be making a much, much larger flag than the last. It would not only be longer but also wider than wide. Talk about LARGE! How about humongous?

Then, we thought of making a dragon. A real live dragon?! Nah.. Just a dragon like when it's Chinese New Year. There's no such thing as impossible when you are determined, huh?

Another spice that the Seniors thought of was posting little long flaglets around the school. I think, in my own opinion, that we would be crossing the line there. But, I've got only one say and they all contradict.

Weeks ahead Intrams, we started making those secret weapons. The work would be divided by the three sections and we would all be contributing. However, with the hardwork and unity that we had, we cannot escape the challenges and hindrances that await us. There are a lot to mention but the most heartbreaking of all was the missing major flag. We are left with empty pockets and were hopeless for a week. Where was it left? Did someone steal it? We never found it but one day, a blessing in disguise came. Someone had donated money so we could buy another one. And poof! We got our heads back on the game - and this time, with smiles on our faces. Problems are really inevitable but I guess there's always a solution which is waiting to be found.

Second, the legendary "Bilog" that needs to be painted artistically. Although our flags and dragon were halfway through, another challenge is brought up. Most of us who work are Art Image members so there was kind of a glitch there. I, for one, rather prioritized the Intrams Circle than our priceless surprises.

So there, two big major, major problems to mind. To make the long story short, classes needed to be cut and night shifts were to be extended. Eyebags were swollen again and as usual, we were deprived of a good night sleep. However, though we were only about five who really poured our hearts into that Circle of Doom (Joke!), we finished it right on time.

One big gulp of relief, yet more pressure was given to us. Our major major flag was not yet done, and also the standard one. Well, on that day before Intramurals, even though we planned and prepared for how many months, I can't believe we still rushed. We did not procrastinate but maybe, just maybe, life is really like this.

It may throw you a big boulder but if you think you can, you CAN catch it.

Well, that was what happened which I'll surely be missing from this day onwards.

Posi and Nega

My mind is telling me this. My heart disagrees.

I can't believe that that is so hard. Swear. I never thought it would be as difficult as this. Here we go again, Right thing and Wrong thing. Well, I don't know anymore. But one thing's for sure, I do know I feel this way. No matter how I deny it, or how I convince myself to do this and do that, I just can't.

It's like there's an angel and a devil on your both ears. But, it's not that simple to listen to the angel. Therefore, it's not quite easy to choose the Right thing.

(By the way, I'm just citing an example, the Right thing and the Wrong thing aren't that scandalous or so.)

Let's just change the choices.

My Happiness, His Happiness.

You know what, I don't even get these choices. For example, I choose my happiness. Therefore, I'm choosing the Wrong thing. If I choose my happiness, I know that I would be hurt too. He would be happy as well, I would be likewise. But.. We would be hurt. Right?

What's the point of that?!

On the other hand, if I choose his happiness, I would be awfully sad and depressed. He would be too, so, where's the happiness in that?

Do you, um, by any chance, get my point?!

Why make choices when their results are ALMOST the same. They both cause the same pain, the same delight, the same everything! Choices are for losers. Ugh. I say, listen to what your heart tells you. ♥

Coz that's what I'll do. :P

Love Bug

Here's that bug again. You know... the one that makes you all wiggly inside, lets you feel birds inside your stomach, lifts you up so high you are becoming high, uh yeah, what's that called? Hmmm... L♥ve, is it? Does it ring a bell?

So okay, if you're reading my blog, this Love bug that bit me just recently is different from my past post, which title I can't remember. He's not the same guy, huh? So different... :)


Here's the 411 right now.

Right thing + Wrong time  = Right Feeling x Wrong thing

I know it's wrong. Swear. But it's right, it's just that the time is not. It also feels oh-so-right, yet, uh-huh, it's wrong. I KNOW. You don't have to tell me a dozen times. You don't have to slap it on my face. I know what mess I entered. I know the consequences. I know I have to stand and be true to my word. I'm fighting for this. If he's fighting likewise.


All is Fair in Love and War.

Cliche. :)

P.S. I don't know what conclusions came up to your minds when you read this, but I tell you, I'm all good. Feeling good, Goody good. :)))

P.P.S. BUMBLEBEE♥

Tear Here

Have you ever felt that the only escape from everything is to cry it all out? It feels so hurting and painful inside that the only way to soothe yourself is to tear yourself open with tears? No matter how you pray so hard and no matter how you beg to the Lord God above; your hard feelings won't just disappear in a snap, even if you pray for a miracle. I know problems are inevitable, even the small ones, but how could you stop yourself from feeling so hurt and bothered?

Fine, I know I'm a sinful person. I act superior to others even if I'm not. I tease some people without thinking I could hurt their feelings. I make fun of other people because of their klutziness or sometimes of mishaps that occurred to them. I get mad at most people, giving them the silent treatment, though I should just swallow my pride and forgive and forget.

See? I'm not that bad. I don't kill. Nor steal. Nor am I an addict or whatever.

Do I really deserve all this?

I don't say bad words. I attend mass sincerely every Sunday. I pray before I eat and sleep. I also pray every morning, thanking God for all that He has given me. I pray for others as well, even those I don't know!

Okay, sheesh, yeah maybe I'm still not that GOOD, but do I? Do I really deserve to feel like I'm carrying the whole world's burden on my skinny shoulders?

I feel stressed already. I bet I could even get insane with all this thinking that I do.

My brain cells are at stake!

Tss, well at least my eyes got cleansed with all my tears. HAHA. :)