Slumber party tonight with my girl best friend, Celine! Anyway, after having lunch, we decided to take a swim in their subdivision’s pool just to pass the time.

• We had it all to ourselves! WOO-ZAAAH!
• But it was raining hard. Yet we didn’t mind.
• Tried to educate myself how to swim. FAIL.
• Decided to try the mermaid-movement shit. I moved in the water by a mere 2 meters.
• Tried again. Add another meter on that.
• And again. Got exhausted. Gave up.
• Self-lessons on swimming: END.
• The sky started to clear up. YAY!
• Bond. Bond. Bond. Talk. Talk. Talk. Gossip. Gossip. Gossip.
• Talk about the bodeeeh~ LOL
• We finished by 5pm and we realized that we gained a bit of color… Which is good? But it wasn’t a really good tan. Oh wellzzzzz. :))

So far, that’s how our afternoon went and I just felt like blogging it even if I know ya’ll won’t give a damn. LOL. Which I don’t mind.

Anyhoo… -sigh- It has just been so fun! And this is good because by next week I’ll be hell busy on something—which is some sort of secret for now—so yeah, best to have a long time of being together to make up for any future busy schedules. Gahd, this just shows how real life could really start to bite our asses off just to remind us of our responsibilities and shit. XD

So there. I seriously love this girl, and I will keep our friendship up until we’re old and wrinkled! :)

They’re right. Experiences make or break you; and I’m thankful that my recent drastic ‘experience’ made me into the person that I am today… Better. Wiser. Stronger.

[ insert Christina Aguillera’s ‘Stronger’ song here ]

LOL. Jokes aside, I’m just happy because I realized in such a great extent that despite the awful ‘event’ that happened to me last February, I’m still here, getting along great in life. Sure it was a sad happening, but the good thing about it was that I’ve learned. A whole lot. And I’m thankful in more ways than one that I’ve somehow matured… and I even find it amazing how I’ve surpassed it.

Well… I regretted what happened, but if I were given the chance to turn back time to make things right… I would definitely decline the offer. Simply because a big part of me would still want that to happen—because if it didn’t happen or if I avoided it, then I wouldn’t have grown and moved on forward like this; I wouldn’t have gain these precious bits of realizations! You get my drift?

If I put it in a very cheesy statement, then: I feel like some kind of jewel, polished not into perfection—because perfection doesn’t exist—but polished in a way that’s acceptable and (thankfully) irreversible.

No matter the case, what I basically wanted to imply in this post is that… Sure, shit happens and bad things come by—rarely, occasionally, or even simultaneously. And it would suck! But the good side about it is that you’re still alive.

So when it happens to you, give yourself the time to grieve—you have that right. But you should know that it shouldn’t go on forever. That’s why after you let it all out… continue on living. Be thankful. Don’t hate. Try to be happy—be happy. You deserve to be. Besides, life is always a bitch and it plays you hard. We can’t avoid that. So just yield, yet still fight. Just turn the tough parts into learning experiences… and you’ll be fine.

You’ll definitely be.
It’s an ongoing struggle.
Tiring? Of course. But it would all be worth it.

/END. I feel like some sort of life consultant. LOL.

I know that there’s a high possibility that you would speak ill of me since this is all over—because it’s when things end that people start saying the truth about the other person. Now, surely I can’t stop you from doing that because our last ‘sprint’ wasn’t exactly good. It was awful. I’d admit to that.  But the first spur was a good one though—you know that—and I’m actually hoping that that’s the part that you should rather remember and keep close to your heart.

But I can’t ask for that.
Especially if you’re blinded by anger and the bad parts.
And especially since I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore.

Besides, it’s your choice.

That’s why, in my life right now… I hope that one day, even if I fail with another one, I wish that when it ends and they’re asked to speak the truth, they’d still say that I was a wonderful person; through and through… I’d like to believe that I’m a great person.. because despite all the ‘cracks’ and flaws on my being, I know that I am.

PUNCH LINE: My dad was right behind me when that happened.

…I’m not looking nor even trying to speak to him right now.

DAMN YOU, TUMBLR SPAM, BUG, VIRUSES, DUMMY ACCOUNTS, WHATEVER.

Men, as in my exes… LOL. I didn’t have a LOT of exes, but anyway, these are just the things I remember from some of them.

• Existence of my friends. I sort of ‘made’ them disappear. I lost touch with them. I favored going out with my guy more than my friends’ invitations to hang out. Basically, my world revolved around him. Only him. He was always the first priority.
• My existence. In connection with the first bullet, I didn’t even prioritize myself. Once again, it was only that guy alone. -le sigh-
• My mom and my family. One of my ex-boyfriends pointed out the faults of my family so well that it convinced me so much that I have this completely screwed up family. Well fine, we’re actually broken and all, but we’re still good. We still are. And I hated myself for letting myself think that my family is irrelevant and pathetic. Ugh. I have always known that family comes first…! How fucked up of me to forget that.
• Forsaken my studies. Failures here and there. Cutting classes and shit. Late submissions—all for him. Fuck that. That was really stupid of me.
• Food. I love eating, but ever since I went out with that guy, I realized that I didn’t have much time to enjoy what I eat nor even the ambiance of the place. Simply because we’re somehow ‘racing’. And if I had leftovers, I had to push myself to eat all of that because he asks (or forces) me to… There were countless times that I felt like throwing up already… I despise the fact that I didn’t stand up to him or something; to think that I even let a guy control how I eat! DAMNATION.
• Going out. I let him drag me along like some rag doll. Every time that me and that certain ex of mine go out, we ‘run’ around the place as if we’re always in a rush—when in fact there’s no need to! I just never had time to breathe! I pleaded numerous times for him to slow down but he never did. What an asshole. HAHA. So at times, I just walked slowly, letting him walk ahead in that brisk fashion… The bastard never stopped nor slow down to wait for me even if I called out. Once again, he really is an asshole, yeah? I think this was dumb because the normal me would have just left him then and there and just went home. It was also mindless of me to not have dumped this inconsiderate ex sooner.
• My voice. I let him drown my voice. I let him treat my thoughts as pure nonsense and tomfoolery. I let him have his way in thinking that he’s always right when I know for myself that he was completely wrong. (Way to go, ‘past me’ for making that jerk think that he’s absolutely on the top of the world or something.)
• Jealousy. ‘Nuff said. That was a very dark time for me. LOL. And I’m not proud of that. I never will be.

Making this list was a bad idea. It really is. Because first it exposes how dumb I could really get when ‘in love’. LMAO. And second, making this list annoys me so much since it makes me realize that I was that gullible; losing myself completely over some guy, forgetting my identity, my worth, and my freakin’ principles.

But anyway, I made this list because I think it will mostly do me good as well. It will serve as my little reminder to never make these same mistakes again.

Lesson learned. Lesson learned, indeed.

LOLOLOLLLL!

…well it sort of annoys me when they don’t do shit nor talk when they’re obviously head over heels in love with each other. Yeah, yeah, they might be shy hence their lack of response with whatever tricks I try to pull… but it makes me want to fuckin’ knock the two of them out. LOLOLOL.

DJs all the local and hot Pureblood clubs…

Karaokes a bit of Britney Spears’ hits…

Chills out with his top Death Eaters—only on Fridays, though…

Practices his game face…

Creates some very GaGa-esque songs for smackdowns with Potter…

Creates some promos for Disney Channel to earn a couple extra bucks…

And hones his skills in the art of seduction…

OH MY GOD.
This is pure win!

Made me laugh like shit! :))

(Source: anondracomalfoy)

There are those people who might have forgotten their BB or iPhone’s settings, or whatever. That’s fine. That’s understandable. But. There are also those people who do it on purpose.

Oh shucks. Yeah dude, I know, okay? It’s your life. It’s your blog. It’s your own fucking preference. BUT… ALL THE FUCKING TIME?

WHAT. THE. FLYING. FUCK?
Why?

Does it shorten your life span every time you hit the rotate button?
Is your side of the world rotated in some way?
Are we supposed to have a personal relationship with your photo’s orientation?
Do you gain personal gratification for making us suffer?

Oh, so I see.
It’s where you get your best angle for your god damn face.
‘Cause it makes you look thinner. It magically hides that double chin you’re trying to hide. It prevents people from wholly noticing your humongous nose. Your horrible lips. Your puffy cheeks. Your unibrow. Your blemishes.

Dude, you aren’t fooling anyone here.
Embrace your shit. Or better yet, go and Photoshop your face if you think it doesn’t have a chance for the outside world to see and criticize. Then after that, please make sure it’s in the right vertical position for fuck’s sake. Save us the damn trouble, would you?

Oh, wait. What did you say? You’re asking if it’s too much trouble for us to tilt our heads? Wow. How about this. If you really like it that way, then how about we twist your head a bit, yeah? It could work for the both of us. Really.

/ends PMS