I just want to meet someone who's everything I'm not: smart, kind, attractive, funny, and passionate. Someone who can commit and love. Someone memorable, and worth it. Not someone like me. I'm not a lot of things. It's just nice to have someone who'd make you feel complete. Because a person may never be completely perfect, but two people, together, could be.
:)
And no, I didn't just watch Jerry Maguire, but after re-reading what I just wrote, I remembered the movie.
I think love is such an overrated word. It's so cheesy and corny, and it doesn't even sound good. "I love you"? Seriously? If some guy(except of course my Jacob) tells me that in a romantic fashion, I might actually laugh to his face. Not because I don't love him back, or whatever, but it sounds so off to me. Can't people think of something else? I love you is so easy to say. People should find their own unique ways of saying it(or even showing it if he/she is not much of an orator) to make it more sincere and genuine. It sounds so cheap and..meh.
I mean, I know to each his own and shit like that, but the whole imagery of a two people meeting each other in a date and one of them says "I love you" then an orchestra stars playing in the background, with candles and sparks(not really fireworks, but maybe like a certain gleam, like sunlight maybe? just to compliment the candles.) and probably even snow(because snow's so fucking beautiful, so ignore the fact that it's summer, or maybe that the setting is in some place in Asia where it doesn't even snow e.g. Philippines) suddenly falling makes me shiver, and not the good shiver, but the bad one, which I also unconsciously do when I think of a really hot actor(e.g Matthew Bomer) farting.
The only way the words "I love you" can become tolerable yet still somehow romantic(because you can say those words in a tolerable way without it being romantic. such as when you think the world's ending and you say, "I love you mom." It's fucking hilarious. Do people even actually do that?) is when it's said in a random situation where it's absolutely unexpected.
Example: Let's say you're watching a movie. Let's make it an action movie, like uhm I don't know, Iron Man, and you've suddenly grown a huge crush in RDJ's charming playboy character. It's the scene where Tony Stark is in the military car thing and is suddenly being attacked. Your attention is on the screen, watching every movement Downey(or his stuntman) makes, when suddenly your boyfriend, who you've completely forgotten is right beside you, calls
"Hey"
You don't even look at him. Downey's about to fucking die, and you're pretty sure your lover boy's just gonna ask if you could pass the popcorn(which actually is in a reachable vicinity of your boyfriend), so, with your eyes fixed on the screen, you ask in such a way that it doesn't even sound like a question,
"what."
"I love you."
Pause. Rewind. Well that caught you of guard.
Cue annoying chorus of "AWWW"s.
But yeah, basically that's the only way those three little words could be said without me having to make loud gagging noises to un-hear what I just heard. Important note: Girls must nottt say it. Girls have this uncanny way of making anything sound incredibly mushy and cheesy. As a girl, I know. I do it too. I don't like it, but it's like my second nature. We can make anything sound cute. Such as shit. I mean, when a guy says shit, he says it as it is. Shit. Crap. But girls have to make it unbelievably girly by saying, "Poo poo."
And please, do not think, "I've fallen in love with you." is any better. It's worse.
HOHOHO just had to let that out.
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Bossa n'
Thursday, March 24, 2011
This is a really useless post but I've been listening to the Bossa n' series all day
and it feels like somebody took an entire beach then plugged it into my speakers.
You know what. Fuck that metaphor. It's like the best sex of your life, set into music.
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Nocturnal thoughts: I'm not a writer
I never really opened myself much in blogs. Sure, I wrote whimsical nonsense that seemed to sound lovely in my ears(and eyes actually), but to fully write about my deepest emotions, and express them all thoroughly? I've never done that. I was too scared. Not just scared. I was terrified. Still am, actually. I can't even go on from that statement, because I'm scared of someone possibly reading this. I have all these words in my head, phrases, that expresses why I can't let them out...
I can't even laugh at the twisted irony of that last sentence
HOHOHO. That's my new annoying laugh now. I made Red Velvet Cream Cheese Swirl Brownies! All on my own! Without anyone's help!! It turned a bit pink tho..but it's really good. And it looks gorgeous. Hohoho. I shall bake another batch when Jacob gets here.
hohoho. Sorry I'm bored. It's Spring Break. My friends are either out of the country, sick, or too lazy to go out of the house like me. Feck. We're going out this Friday though. Fun fun fun.
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if i were a love poet by rudy francisco
I’m not much of a love poet. But if I woke up tomorrow morning and decided I really wanted to write about love, my first poem would be about you. About how I love you the same way i learned how to ride a bike. Scared… but breathless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see I’ve written a million poems hoping that somehow you’d jump out of the pages and be closer to me because if you were here. Right now. I’d massage your back so your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name. And your smile, like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight from your skin.
If I was a love poet I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice. So whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest and it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange, but every now and then, I pray to God that he turns you back into one of my ribs just so I never have to spend an entire day without you.
And I swear I’m not a love poet. But if I was, my first poem would be about you. And after all of that, she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” I said, “Let’s put it like this. I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I wanna do everything he never had the courage to do. Like.. trust you.”
I swear that when our lips touch,I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just (so) you can be part of me a bit longer. If I could, I would sample your smile, and then I would let my heartbeat do the bass line. We would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever we stand next to each other- love, I was the only one made for you, and you- can be at last, my Etta James. I’ll be all child when you’re in pain. Or you can be candy-coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California. And together, we could be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say, NO. She is my musician. And me…
I’m her favorite song.”
This man makes my heart have premature ventricular contractions.
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Spring Break me loves
Monday, March 21, 2011
Hello pretties <3
Starbucks cuppy cakes and brownies!
The cuppy cake's frosting is pure peanut butter.
I'm still thoroughly amused by this genius way they bag(?) the mini cuppy cakes.
Thanks to Stephy for giving this to us last night.
Fly my pretties, fly! (Funny thing is this wasn't really said in The Wizard of Oz. The real quote is "Fly! Fly! Fly!") Now I'm off to look for Wicked the Musical tickets.
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Nocturnal thoughts
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Ever felt like you're never good enough in every aspect of your current life? Just searching for people who I can relate with. As the saying goes, misery loves company.
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Happy St. Patrick's Day :)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Big smiles? no. I failed my math test. Worst day ever. So today's the last day of this month(until April 4) that I'll see three of my friends because 2 of them are on a plane right now to Philippines, and one of them is going to Calgary and today is the last day I have class with her.
okay I'm not really bummed about that. I'm still bummed about math. I've cried about math thrice this week now.
But I guess some people notice that youre sad and try to make you happy I guess. So I went to the back with my sad face and suddenly this girl who worked there came up to me and said, "Would you like some green tea and a fortune cookie while you wait?" and I told her, "Sure why not?" Green tea! Perfect for St. Patrick's day ;-)
Its after taste is a bit too bitter, but I could handle it. It got cold though, so I dumped some milk and a pinch of sugar into my cup.
Sadly enough, the fortune didn't do me much good.
I'm still sad up to now. And I have to write a reflection paper.
I just want to kill myself. My socials teacher told us a while ago about these neutron bombs which, once explodes, can turn every living organism into a mere pile of ash, and other things, such as buildings, chairs, etc, would stay still.(Fascinating shit, yeah?) Right about right now, I'd really like to stay in a room alone, and have a neutron bomb explode there. Immediate death, no pain.
This day is so awful. Even tea didn't make it even the slightest bit better. And I forgot to wear green because I was too worried about that damn test.
Okay so as if my blog doesn't have enough posts about tea, I really had to add one more. My friend in math class gave me a Green Tea flavoured kit-kat. I was supposed to eat it in class, but decided against it because I wanted to take a picture of it.
Haven't eaten it yet. Eating it after dinner. : )
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Oh Alex Turner, you make me stop breathing
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I'm gonna stay right here by your side, Do my best to keep you satisfied Nothin' in the world can drive me away 'Cause every day, you'll hear me say
Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours) And I'll be yours (yours) until two and two is three, Yours (yours) until the mountains crumble to the sea In other words, until eternity
Baby, I'm yours 'Til the stars fall from the sky Baby, I'm yours 'Til the rivers all run dry Baby, I'm yours 'Til the poets run out of rhyme (fade out)
This man's voice made my heart skip a bit on that first moment he sang that first line. Perfect song for a beach wedding.
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Mornings and Green Tea
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Ah those glorious mornings when you're cuddled up with your blanket, on the couch, sipping some tea and watching old Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan romcoms. What else do you need?
Speaking of tea, last night I just had a Starbucks green tea latte for the first time, and it was really good. I added a bit milk, because the after taste was a bit..bitter for me. I expected I wouldn't like it because as for warm drinks, I almost always just order one of their Holiday coffee drinks, or hot chocolate. I've had quite a lot of cold tea drinks in various coffee shops, including starbucks(I've had the cold counterpart of this drink), but as for warm tea, I'd usually just boil some hot water then dump a tea bag there with a bit of milk and honey. This was my first try and it wasn't such a big disappointment. The only mistake I made was ordering it venti. So up until around 1 in the morning, I was laughing like some hyena while watching a bunch of movies with my siblings and Atsi's friend.
Next time, I'm gonna try out the Chai Tea Latte.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Oh Charlie Sheen, you're probably half-crazy, but you're too funny.
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Happy Monday!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Okay not so happy Monday actually. My Monday morning started out with a Physics unit test that I think I failed. :((/ Okay I don't THINK I failed. I'm SURE I failed. I begged my teacher for extra assignments that I could do and she just smiled at me. Oh life.
But I had art club! I actually didn't skip this time. @_@ We didn't do much. We just did stupidity, and towards the end, we did this. If it's not that visible, they drew a watch in my wrist and wrote "ROLEX" beside it.
They used pastels. I don't know what will happen if I wash it. If I CAN wash it.
Anyway, I got home and my sister and I went to Save On Foods(had a little fight about bringing recyclables there, but that's irrelevant) and bought stuff, like Chinese noodles for dinner. For some reason, I was in a good mood and treated my sister some starbucks tea. I love their teaaaa. And the night's not over yet. I can't WAIT for tomorrow. I'm watching the school play and my class starts at 10 because of block rotation. Yessss. I've been waiting for watching the school play ever since they announced that it's showing. But as for now, I'm sitting, watching a 90210 rerun and slurping on my noodles. Hope you're all having a great Monday. :)