Sunday, February 26, 2012
Witness my 7th week of the year. :)
How to Love
Genius. Sheer genius. *tears*
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A sad thought on Valentine's day
And I’m frustrated.
There wasn’t as much celebration going on the entire day like how it used to be. Not too many boys carrying beautiful bouquets for their girls. None of the “kilig” atmosphere that used to dominate every inch of every place you go to.
It is sad that an occasion when people are supposed to celebrate love, in all its forms, is slowly being forgotten. People think it’s shallow to be romantic for just one day; it should be done on a daily basis. Fine, I agree to that logic. But when you buy a cake and sing yourself a happy birthday only once a year, does that mean you aren’t celebrating life during the rest of it? Or you will suggest I buy a cake and sing happy birthday every waking day?
The key here, people, is going the EXTRA mile. Be extra-sweet, extra-romantic; be extra-grateful and show it.
Kids, if you are reading this and it’s February 14, two thousand twenty-something and there are no paper hearts on restaurant windows, no guys carrying teddy bears on the street and no red swirled cupcakes in pretty boxes, I would like to apologize on behalf of my generation because, as of today, we are killing it. We are burying Valentine’s day quite deep.
It isn’t too late, people.
Love is our most ordinary miracle.
You. Thank you for never growing old and thinking valentine’s day is silly.
We’ll be dorks forever. Ily. :)
*written on Feb 14*
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
“I don’t know what I’ve gained from loving you, but the need for anyone else is what I’ve lost.”
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Masarap din pala maging Atenista
Last Saturday, I felt things have changed- for the better, yes. And this is brought about by my “I’ve been with the same guy for 8 years” revelation during my 5-minute impromptu speech. I picked a personal question that gave my professor and the entire class an opportunity to get to know me. The downside, though, is that she calls me ALL THE TIME now and asks the weirdest question. Care to know how weird is weird?
She called me and asked how my boyfriend communicates with a kiss. Where did that come from??? The only thing more embarrassing is my mom asking me that same question!
Luckily, I got through it by giving a lame “passionately” answer because I was blushing to death I couldn’t think straight. I just made a comeback by saying “tenderly, because I have braces” when I got over the initial shock.
That was only the beginning of a series of personal (some too personal) questions that allowed all of us to loosen up and be ourselves. We laughed our way through the rest of the embarrassing questions. There are a few x-rated answers that I choose not share because I want to keep this wholesome!
Towards the end of the class I was (AGAIN) called by my professor:
Prof: Lian, example of a hyperbole your boyfriend told you.
Me: He got this from a book. I love you as far as the moon- and back.
Prof: So parang, ‘Mamahalin kita hanggang sa dulo nang walang hanngan.’
Me: Yes, Ma’am. Pero... BABALIK PA.
*cheers from the class*
There was something about that day that made me feel I finally belong there. It’s beyond the La Salle- Ateneo rivalry; that’s too shallow. I’m the new girl in school- that is stressful enough. Coming from the other side is just an additional stress factor.
I ended that day knowing I can be myself. That I no longer have to limit my words with what’s in my resume. I’m done being the wallflower. It’s time to shed off the coating. :)
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