Zorpians and High School Love

i was supposed to do this review about this FAB book that i just finished reading but then i got this email from a good friend inviting us to join this new “e-pals” (you know, frienster, hipster.. those accounts) community called Zorpia… it sounded like this alien community thing first (i am a zorpian, take me to your leader…)

and well, well,well.. whaddayou know.. i actually liked the site.. what is so bothering me is that i haven’t even completed fixing this blog and now im fixing another one.

hey, im not that obsessed with blogs and stuff, but if you do have a lot of unwanted time to spare and have this characteristic of doing unnecessary things (surf, sleep, eat) than the necessary ones (fix room, fix accounts, fix school) you tend to be really hopeless about it. hay nako. all i know is that im really enjoying this blog/album/friendster site.. and it has this point system which makes me coming back for more (greedy greedy bob).

me and papa j finally chatted after what seemed like an EON. shout out of thanks to Dex who was so kind to lend his modem while papa j can’t figure out where he really put his CD. careless little prat.

we were playing checkers kanina over YM and since i was obviously not intouch with my interactive skills.. i know i really sucked at the game and he hangs out with all those Checker-masters all the time in Aurora. basta i was losing already and then i made hirit, “kung mahal moko, papatalo ka.”

he didn’t lose, but he instantly declared a draw. that was enough for me.

para kaming mga bata.pathetic.now that i can see myself writing these things down..i can remember back high school when love was defined as “kung love niya ko, papadalan niya ako ng one dozen long-stemmed, thornless blue roses from holland tulips lang.. kasi kung dangwa how cheap!” it feels so weird on how love does evolve.. it never changes for neither age nor sex, but it evolves.. hard to explain but thats how i think. i think i should also start thinking maturely.. you know, adult stuff..especially now that im not in my teens (isn’t twen-teen qualified?!) i know that i should be more serious in life.. or so i think i should.

happiness is not a state of being;its merely a reality from reality-without it, everyone would go insane.

i was just thinking about that kanina while i was chopping some onions for dinner (okay bob, overshare.). no one is happy nor sad forever.. but reality always hurts.. and happiness makes it bearable once again to live in this world for a while, alam mo yon? it makes it all better once again.

i really missed talking to papa j.. it was quite a while since we last did and i just can’t wait till i get back home and run to his scrawny arms (WAHAHAAHH!!!! 😀 :heart: ) and just melt everything away.. for a moment in time. he actually said a lot of intense words a while ago and it just kept me thinking of that song in Sound of Music: Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could

So, somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

okay maybe i should have posted the whole song nalang!! hay.but sometimes it really keeps me thinking…i must have done somthing good to deserve this much understanding and love from someone….. okay. i can stop babbling now.

hmm. some super random thoughts again. jeez, i better start sleeping early na!!!i never ever sleep on time. hassle.

im out.
Currently Feeling: contemplative

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Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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