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Black and Blue.
And how we used to fight like cats and dogs when we were younger. And then we found one thing in common - the love for clothes.
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On the 10th of Dec I write again
And so I thought about writing today. I thought about how fun writing is. And I thought about life and how interesting it could be if I were writing things candidly and people were reading it entirely.
I told one of my analysts today how you have to be crazy sometimes to be sane. And as much as she agrees with me, I dont think she realizes how much I meant what I just told her. But yeah, I guess you can’t go through life perfectly. You have to get dirty at one point.
I’m not gonna say how proud I am with how I have lived my life, but yes, I have explored intrepidly into the dark alleys of what it has to offer. It isn’t what I expected it to be, but it is true what they say, it changes you.
Sometimes I feel like I can never go back to what I was before. Well, the truth is, I will never ever be able to. Your choices - they change you. And however ironic it seems, the choices you make in life leave you helplessly optionless about the person you’ll become in the end. Undoing is never a possibility.
And so, here I am. Tainted. Tarnished. Sometimes I wish I just never have let myself fall into that puddle, but somehow I know, however filthy I become now, atleast I know I won’t be anymore in the future.
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Darch is just too cute.
I love you so much Mr. “Hands On Experience”!Lol :D
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Piled up
And so I’m feeling a bit caught up with too much work lately. My dilemma is, the only solution I can think of is to do overtime work, and I have no problem with that. The only problem is, my manager would not allow me to. So everyday, my work keeps on piling up and it’s getting harder and harder for me to keep up. And I am really, really frustrated.
I really don’t have a problem with the amount of work that I have right now, because I love getting a lot. The more work I get, the more trusted and competent I feel. I only wish I have enough time to finish all of them. I feel like I’m missing out on a lot of things.
Oh well, fingers crossed, hopefully I finish them today. Thank God for TATs.
P.S. I have a lot of things to write but I’m a bit distracted. Darch’s too cute on cam. I just can’t write anymore. :P
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Nightmare at Elm Street.
This caused Darch’s nightmares. Creepy. Lol
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Man soaked petrol over schoolgirl
This feels a bit like something that’s close to home. Especially that both are friends of Darch. I may not know them personally but my prayers are for both of them and their families.
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Blas: Mag-aattend ka ng Meeting sa Sabado? Maningil ka na.
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Me: Hay naku... Mangiinvite na lang ako.
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Blas: Eh sino sisingil sa mga assignment mo?
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Me: Oo maniningil ako. It's just that...They're not cooperating and I'm not trying hard enough.
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Blas: Oh eh alam mo na pala problema eh.
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Me: Oo...sila.
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And we say we have the same genes…
…but we don’t look alike.Lol
Lunch with the siblings.
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What it’s like to be in this shoes…
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Milo at 2 in the morning. Hopefully this does it. Fingers crossed. May I sleep before the clock strikes 3.
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It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.
Harry Burns
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Sally Albright: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous, and I had these days of the week underpants.
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Harry Burns: Ehhhh. I'm sorry. I need the judges ruling on this. "Days of the week underpants"?
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Sally Albright: Yes. They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, "You never wear Sunday." It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn't believe me.
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Harry Burns: What?
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Sally Albright: They don't make Sunday.
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Harry Burns: Why not?
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Sally Albright: Because of God.
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“I think love is also an opportunity. You miss it once, there’s a chance you might not get it back again…”
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On Love
And so I write again.
I hate that my first post will be cynical and dark but hey, what do people do when they find themselves one evening feeling empty and worthless? They write blogs.
And so, here I am, joining the frenzy.
So yeah,let’s start me venting out by saying “Love sucks big time”- and I’m not saying this because I’m single and alone. On the contrary, I am in a relationship and is deeply inlove with the person I’m in a relationship with. But yeah, love really sucks for me.
I hate that when you love you risk your heart at being hurt. I hate that the amount of love you give away is just a third of the pain you take away in the end.I hate that there are factors like distance, communication and career involved. I hate that in the pursuit to maintain a relationship you may sometimes be faced with a decision to sacrifice dreams, family, friends and at times, your own happpiness.
How can we allow people to enter in to our lives and make them the center of it? How can we let our happiness be solely based on someone else’s? How can we allow ourselves to be so vulnerable? How can we love somebody and be hurt at the same time?
Why can’t love just be simple?
And I’m not asking this because I do not know the answer. I’m asking this because, as weird as it may sound, it makes more sense to ask and to fool yourself with the comfort that maybe, just maybe, the reason why you’re hurting is because you don’t understand.
My heart is crying and it’s because I love too much. And as much as I’m sad and depressed, I don’t know nothing else but to love you more.
