broomsticks and broken hearts
i dont agree with the broomstick theory. really. but its happening unintentionally. and i hate it. really. because he's unintentionally breaking my heart too.
fighting back
i was never the type to hold back. me pa? im always palaban. i never back down. mess with me and you'll regret it. but i guess law school taught me differently. people talk all the time. and people who have nothing better to do with their lives talk lies.
i havent done anything to people who have been making me kupal since first year law school. pinalagpas ko all the pambabangga and titigan of the girls with dicks (no, im sorry but they are not boys) for almost four years. i even went far enough to make tiis the scratch on my car despite the rumor that they are spreading that i did that on my own. i let my sisses fight their battles.
know why? because i will not stoop down to their level - sutpidly speaking ilonggo to make insulto a girl who can understand ilonggo. because me and my sisters are better than, unfortunately, an assumptionista who makes sugod guys for her boys because her boys cant do it on their own (and napapahiya because they damn well know hindi sila papatulan...why pa waste time on them? eh kahit na mabasag mukha nila, basag na rin naman yung itsura ngayon eh..hahaha).
because i dont need to prove anything to anyone. ive already proven myself. my sisters have proven themselves.
now its their turn to show they're better than us. but no matter how hard they try, they would just be the losers that they were born to be. id hate to be in their position, waking up every morning and regretting that they are with people who believe in a world that would never exist.
i pity these ateneans who bring so much shame to the school. ok lang yan. bawi nalang kayo sa ibang bagay =)
one step forward, two steps back
im happy things are ok with people. i mean not naman super duper ok but at least one relationship is starting to heal. pero where am i pa rin? still here. hirap talaga the feeling na you're right beside someone na pero parang it hurts? i dunno if anyone would get that though.
without my barkada, i wouldve fallen dead on my ass yesterday. good thing they're there. and im truly blessed with loving people around me. cookie, i dont think u owe me anything (except for the burger..banana split later!). thanks so much for being there for me especially nowadays. kahit na u keep me up all night, u keep me company while driving naman =D and pin, sorry i didnt say what i wanted to say. i felt i wasnt in the position to do so. what right did i have naman di ba? hunnybunny, im glad we're friends. sarap the feeling na we dont feel awkward around each other. and B, yes, im happy when you're with me.
one step forward for C and P. two steps back for me because of secrecy and silence. hay...talaga nga naman when u take to heart the core principles of your life. they're always non-negotiable.
quicksand
im finding myself in a quicksand right now. how i wish it were like the one in time crisis 4 where u can shoot the terror bites with the machine gun para u can pull yourself up...kaya lang in real life, walang machine gun eh..and now im slowly getting eaten up by the quicksand. sometimes i wish i could just say how i feel pero at this point in time, parang im not allowed to be weak or something. yeah, call it messiahnic complex. ganun talaga eh. i cant wait for the time when ako na yung pwedeng umiyak and pwedeng mag-rant and pwedeng maging heartbroken about things. maybe im not as selfish as people think i am.
early morning emergencies...and loving my dad
so much stuff going on i dont even know where to start. so when i got the chance to go home early last saturday, i took the initiative to sleep it all off and just wake up on monday. but at 1am, pops was knocking frantically on my bedroom door, screaming that i had to take him to the hospital. when i got out of the room, his head was bleeding. i put on a jacket and got into the car to bring him to the hospital. i must say it was the most calm panic ive had ever since i could remember. i started calling the sisses and the brods, hoping they could be with me. apparently, all the sisses decided to sleep the night off as well. thank god paul answered my text and was on his way to the er in no time. and cookie kept me company until paul arrived. a few minutes after paul arrived, karl was there too. A finally woke up and texted to make sure me and my dad were ok.
a 45cm wound on his head and 8 stitches after, this is the first time i realized how much i love my pops, my best friend, my protector. and im thankful, once again, how my sisters and brothers were there for me once again.
i love you guys.
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