Hurrah!
Hurrah!
And another hurrah!!!
At last, tapos na ang midterms ng chem! hahahaha!!! One more exam to go at wala na akong GE!!! waaahh!!!
hmph… good bye UP na ba? that i do not know… may thesis pa ako… at, um, thesis? what thesis? haha good luck talaga!
masaya at malungkot lang ako ngayon…hehe
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify any shopping spree.
Don’t go to a barber, but a beauty salon.
I can get a massage without a hard-on.
I can balance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.
My beauty’s a masterpiece and yes, it takes
long.
At least I can admit to others when I’m wrong.
I don’t drive in circles, at any cost.
And I don’t have a problem admitting I’m lost.
I never forget an important date.
You just gotta deal with it, I’m usually late.
I don’t watch movies with lots of gore.
Don’t need instant replay to remember the score.
I won’t lose my hair, I don’t get jock itch.
And just cause I’m assertive, Don’t call me a
bitch.
Don’t say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear, I can do better!
Flowers are okay, But jewelry’s best.
Look at me you idiot… Not at my chest!
I don’t have a problem, with Expressing my feelings.
I know when you’re lying, you look at the ceiling.
DON’T call me a GIRL ,
a BABE
or a CHICK .
I am a SUPERwoman. 
Get it?, you DICK!?!
:ouch: that’s all i can say…
I don’t know why but it still hurts after all these years. 2 years, to be exact… I think…
You ask me what hurts? I DUNNO! Now you think I’m crazy. No, I’m not. I’m just, um, hurt.
I kept on telling others that I’m over it and that I’m moving on and that I don’t care anymore. But, as I think about it, I still am NOT over it, I am SLOWLY moving on and that i STILL care. That is why I am still hurting. Even if I know that this is what God wants, this is His answer to my plea, I keep on insisting, praying and pushing myself… even if I’m not wanted. Reality has already slapped me in the face, a thousand times mind you, but my stubborn self won’t accept defeat the truth(?) that is why I am still accepting the little daggers that are piercing my heart with open arms.
I was not dumped, FYI. I was just, umm, dropped. I think it’s not the same. When you are DUMPED, you are not wanted anymore, you are a waste and there is no need for you to be around. Well, that’s not what happened to me, mind you. I was just dropped, dropped like a hot potato. DROPPED because I don’t satsify that person anymore, and that someone else is better than me, thinking that, by and by, somebody, who will find me interesting, will pick me up again. That way that person won’t feel guilty for dropping me. Urgh, confusing, isn’t it? I really don’t understand it myself…
You must think I am such a big loser. Whatever. You can thing whatever you want to think. All I know is, I am not. I’m just human. I know, it’s the lamest excuse in the world. But I am human. Capable of feeling things that animals cannot feel. We can think, we can love, we can be hurt, we can continue on loving even if we’re hurting…
I’ll just wait for time to ease the pain away (urgh, now that’s corny). I kept on telling myself, that maybe in time, it wont hurt anymore… But that time still has to come. If you ask me, I want it to arrive NOW, but it’s taking its sweet time to get here. To torture me, maybe. Maybe to heal the wound inside. But I am still waiting for it. Patiently.
But for now, all I can say is…
:ouch, it’s still hurting:
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taken from the book :my confession:
why don’t you comment on this. I don’t know if you’re reading my blog. But if you do, and you know that I am talking about you, please, say something…
don’t mind the grammatical errors. just read…hehe
