“God knows the world doesn’t need another band, (whoo-oa, whooo-oa!)
But what a waste it would’ve been! (whoo-oa, whooo-oa!)
I can’t believe we almost — (whoo-oa, whooo-oa!)
We’re just getting started (whoo-oa, whooo-oa!)”—
May 13, 2009—- a day so amazing. I never expected it to come yet it happened. Never had I imagined a typical day would turn out into something really fantastic! Here’s what happened:
May 13, 2009 was our enrolment day, a day wherein I could see my classmates on summer season. The day was going very well until it was time to go home. But I really dint go home. Ha ha! I went to SM Mall of Asia to meet my supercalifragilisticexpialidocious friend. (A Friend? Nah!! I don’t think so!! Ha ha!) i call ourselves BFF! oh no! BFWB! (if you want to know the meaning just come ask me! ha ha!)
I waited for about an hour in front of Mcdonald’s but of course, as usual, i bought myself my favorite Mcfloat! ha ha! After half an hour, they came. He was with his friend/co-worker. We went straight to the ticket booth to buy ourselves ticket for the X-Men: Wolverine Origin. Unfortunately, the movie stared 15 minutes before we arrived at the ticket booth. So again, we waited for another hour for the movie. But since they were already starving, we looked for either Mang Inasal or Karate Kid. The funny thing was we knew that SM MOA is the largest Mall on Asia; we consumed almost half an hour seeking for that 2 restaurant. But since we passed on Karate Kid and BFF likes to eat there, so we were. But due to my eating disorder, I didn’t eat much. After eating we went to the ticket booth to buy tickets and again, we were late for a minute. And since it was already getting dark, we went through. We sat on the premiere sits. Oman, me and BFF; that was the sitting arrangement of our sits. As we were watching, of course, BFF held my hand. It was sweet of him knowing he is not a “showy” person. After watching the movie, we already went home.
Oh, before I forget, he noticed my hair. But his reaction made my heart grow fonder. He told me that he liked my hair when it wasn’t even relaxed yet. So, does that mean that he likes me even I wont do anything special on me? Yahoo!
Now, back to the story, as we were in the bus, I slept in his shoulder as he slept on my head. We kissed and hugged each other before going down the bus.
There are things that really dont work out perfectly the way you want it to be. Whether you do things in a perfectly mannered way, still the crowd will keep on pissing you. They’ll do all evil things they can. They’ll talk behind your back, they’ll stab you even harder. It’s like dying a little faster every time they’ll take a glance of you. They’ll grind as if you were a food to eat for their supper. Your personality indulges to the deepest crater of your soul, when all you can do is to sigh a little more. Until you find it in yourslef that you are already in the midst of no where.
You run, they’ll chase you. You stop, they’ll punch you. You hide, they’ll hunt you. You laugh, they’ll fuck you off. You laugh, they’ll kill you.
Whatever you do with your life, they’ll do something really dreadful. you vomit all the words that comes out from your mouth.
They’ll bring you down once they know you’re already in the highest peak of every mountain you climb. They wear masks as if they really do like you. They’ll wave goodbye and wish you you’d never come back. And once you’re inside your shell, still they’ll stomp you even harder than what they did when you are out in the bloom.
That’s what my life looks like in where i do my duty in my first ever job. A company so rich, so famous and with finesse but with employees that stops you’re goals, all your endeavours and dreams. Standards are well-known. A very well-furnished person of this generation.
have you ever experienced looking or knowing something which might really hurt you the most? why do people really try to hurt themselves? and the sad part of it is that i am one of those silly persons who actually tend and really hurt themselves by knowing, looking or even literally hurting themselves with sharp objects. because i was once an emo. and i will never forget that! how foolish am i! but that’s not what am i pointing to. here’s the story…..
i am fond of looking and reading comments of different people whom i have interests too, like a crush. i know its too bad because i know i am invading someone’s privacy. though i really do know its a bad thing, still i cant stop it until i had read this comment from one of my friend’s friend. just a little info about my friend is a male whom i already mentioned him on my latest blog which is the “a day so amazing”. i cant really think of something that i could possibly remember why should i e affected of what i have read yesterday but surely it was really a bad idea to read that! and to the fact that i think he just played me on his games..
thats the worst thing i had ever experienced. and from now on i will never read anyone’s comment ever again!! never!! and still i am sacrificing what i have done till now!!!!!!!!
“So maybe it’s true
That I can’t live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there’s so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you’ve already got me coming undone
And I’m thinking two is better than one”—