Disclaimer

This blog is about me. Never have I intended to dedicate this blog to anyone. If it so happens that you feel like any entry in this blog is about you, don't flatter yourself too much to the point that you'd go around telling people I've been blogging about you. 

Just to set things straight, yes, sometimes I blog about some of the people that I come across with. But I do not actually blog about THEM. I blog about how I feel, about my experience, how I perceive the events involving those people. 

This is my way of telling my story in a tasteful manner. Readers are welcome to read my blog if they find it interesting enough. But the idea that someone would read my blog just to check if I've blogged about him/her so that he/she could go and brag about it to his/her friends is a bit insulting on my part. Please don't exploit my blog to simply satisfy your sorry ego. Don't you have issues of your own? Why waste your time with mine? 

But then, I guess, if it's the only way to make yourself truly happy, go ahead. Indulge yourself. It won't kill me anyway. 

it's okay to be hurt

Sandra Kurtzman: You know I worry about you sometimes. 
Emma: Why? Is this about me not having a date? 
Sandra Kurtzman: No, I know you can dance alone. I know that you'll be fine. You're always fine. 
Emma: So? 
Sandra Kurtzman: I don't know. When we lost your father I couldn't stand to see you in pain and I think you knew that. I think that you got good at being strong for me. 
[pauses] 
Sandra Kurtzman: I'm telling you, be hurt. I can take it. The world can take it. 
Emma: [teary] Okay. 

m. carmichael

"The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back."

to run or not.

Oh yes, she's running.
The question is, "Is she running towards you or away from you ?"

bubble boy

Kung si bubble boy ang boyfriend ko, tapos ang problema ko. 

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.