I gotta see about a girl

Will: I don't care if Helen of Troy walks in the room, that's Game 6! 
Sean: Oh, Helen of Troy... 
Will: Oh my God; and who are these fuckin' friends of yours, they let you get away with that? 
Sean: Oh... they had to. 
Will: W-w-w-what'd you say to them? 
Sean: I just slid my ticket across the table, and I said, "Sorry, guys; I gotta see about a girl." 
Will: I gotta go see about a girl? 
Sean: Yeah. 
Will: That's what you said? And they let you get away with that? 
Sean: Oh, yeah. They saw in my eyes that I meant it. 
Will: You're kiddin' me. 
Sean: No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will. That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick. And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game. That's regret. 
[pause] 
Will: Wow... Woulda been nice to catch that game, though. 
Sean: [sheepishly] I didn't know Pudge was gonna hit a homer. 

"waste me not" - time

The world will never *SIT back and wait for you to catch up.

Lately, I've been feeling like the world has gone impatient with me. It is as if the world thinks that I've wasted enough of its time and now is the moment that I should be doing something in return for all the time I've borrowed. But the problem is after having fulfilled my wannabe dream I now find myself standing at multiple crossroads. 

I'm at this imaginary road with too many paths before me and I can't really decide where to go. It seems all of them are promising  and I'm afraid that if I make a decision now I might miss better opportunities. So, I find myself throwing precious time peeking at each of those paths, wondering which path would suit me best. 

Sometimes I wish I could take a peek at my future, just so I could have a clue on what is really in store for me.   I've thought of consulting a fortune teller but then the coward me knows that I might not be able to gracefully handle whatever the fortune teller would tell me. Be it a bogus panghuhula o mala nostradamus effect ang dating.

But then so what if I might take the wrong route? It won't be the first time. I've done it before and it didn't kill me. I've taken so many wrong turns in my life and look at me now. I've fulfilled my wannabe dream and I can still smile with my gums all out. Nakakita ka na ng lawyer na magilagid? That's me.haha

So, what the heck. I shall waste no more time and simply take the route that is most tempting at the moment. And that is the UWIAN route! 6pm na uwian na!!! =)
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*I was reviewing back posts when  I noticed that I typed in the wrong word (seat). Yan, the error has been corrected!

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.