true story. i promise and i swear.

One of my wannabe dreams is to be able to write a book someday. 

With all that has happened in my life, I'd like to think that I have enough stories to tell people. Believe me when I say that I have been through the worst to the point that I began to think, "May balat ba ako sa pwet?" 

Now, this is not to say that my life is a one whole 'Maalala Mo Kaya' series. It is actually far from being one because every time my life comes to that scene where I should have been bawling my eyes out something suddenly comes up ruining the supposed heart breaking moment for me. 

It is as if at exact the moment when my eyes are ready to let it all out, I suddenly find myself distracted by something else. Such that I am left with the dilemma  of whether to   let the drama queen in me take over or to let myself be distracted by whatever it is that  kept me from my best actress moment. And most of the time, the latter happens. 

I have this inherent tendency of discarding my emotions. To leave it hanging or repressed without being bothered about it at all. I consider it a gift. But a friend of mine finds it disturbing. Either way, this is just how I am. 

I have stories to tell. But could I actually tell these stories while I continue to be emotionally detached? I doubt it. For me to be able to fulfill one of my wannabe dreams I have to let the drama queen in me take over. That should be easy enough... Not. 

But then if I attempt to write in such a detached state I do not think I'd be able to convey my story in its genuine form. I'd probably end up with a book report done by a kid who, obviously, did not want to finish his homework. 

We write with our emotions. That's the only way we can tell our stories. If we remove the emotions from the story, we would be left with bare facts devoid of any significance. And that's not really much of a story.


So, make way for the drama queen. She is on her way. Chos. 

do I have to?

Chuck: There's a difference between a great love and the right love. I left the Empire State Building last year after two minutes when you didn't show. Louis waited all night. This is your chance at happiness. You think you shouldn't want it 'cause you've never had it and it scares you. But you deserve your fairytale.

Blair: We make our own fairytales.

Chuck: Only when we have to.

i am no hater.

Hatred is my least favorite emotion because I think it takes too much from a person. And it's really not something worth investing your feelings on since there is no use in feeling such a powerful emotion towards someone who is not really worth your time. 

If you ask me, it's not advisable to allow your mind to entertain  such a feeling. Chances are if you let it past your guard, it will eat you up whole  leaving you more obsessed about whatever it is that caused you to think about hate in the first place. 

So, instead of hating, I prefer the 'not caring' approach. You'd be surprised how much it can make your life a wee bit easier. I think, it would even help you get rid of those excess baggage you've been carrying with you all your life. (Apathy is the key!)

But then this is just my twisted self talking. =)

charmer, no charming.

Why use your brain when you can simply rely on your charms?
But then NEVER overuse it.

prince william is no toad.

I think the reason why so many women are so hyped up about William and Kate's wedding is that it serves as proof that fairy tales do come true. Happy endings do happen. A commoner can find a prince in a sea of toads. 

Of course, not all of us can end up with a real prince. But then Prince William seems to be a prince not only by birth. For me, he earned his title when he stayed with Kate for 8 long years even if he could have dated the entire female population. It takes a real man to do that and for that he is worthy to be called a prince. 

funny first

It was my first time to appear in court today all by myself. Usually, I go to court with one of my bosses to simply observe. But today was different. The spotlight was on me. 

When I entered my appearance before the judge, he actually thought my name was 'Salah'. Also, I kept on calling him 'Sir' instead of 'Your Honor'. I kept on saying, 'Yes, sir... Your Honor.'. I felt like I was in law school again, reciting before an unsmiling professor. 

It was a very funny experience for me. But for the other people in the court room... wala lang. =)) 

ice cream party

I scream for ice cream! Peppermint mocha would have to be my favorite!=)

At sino si Cherry Garcia?