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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Drop Me Like a Hot Potato


You meet someone cute at a friend's party.
You share small talks.
He tells you about his life.
You do the same.
You both laugh at someone who's too drunk.
He stops laughing and gets up to help the person.
And you tell yourself, "Well, he's not so bad."
He asks for your number.
You blush and give it to him.
He goes back to his friends.
You go back to yours.
You finally decide to go home.
He waves you goodbye.
You smile and wave back.
You get in your friend's car.
And tell her about this guy.
You laugh and get all giddy inside.
You get home.
And wait for his message.
You receive it.
You reply.
And he replies.
And you reply.
And he does.
After the 999, 999th text, he asks you out.
You say yes.
You both go on a date.
You dress up.
He does too.
You have a great time.
He drives you home.
And kisses you.
You both go on your second date.
You dress up.
He does too.
You have a great time.
He drives you home.
And kisses you.
You both go on your third date.
You dress up.
You have a great time.
He drives you home.
And kisses you.
You both go on your fourth date.
You dress up.
Only you have a great time.
He drives you home.
And kisses you.
You both go on your fifth date.
You dress up.
Only you have a great time.
He walks you to the cab station.
And kisses you.
You both go on your sixth date.
You dress up.
Only you have a great time. You get a cab.
He's with his friends.
You both go on your seventh date.
You dress up.
Nothing happens.
He forgot about your date.
No one kisses you.
And it's back to scene one.
You him at a friend's party.
He shares small talks.
With another girl.
They laugh.
You're pissed.


Guess what, honey? You've been dropped like a hot potato.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Understanding Nirvana

I will be turning twenty in a few months. Now that I am reaching the end of my 'teenage years', I have finally understood what Nirvana meant, what 'Teen Spirit' smells like.

I haven't been the best student this semester and I admit that. I lost track of my 'goody-old-Miss-Organized' self but honestly, I don't regret anything. I don't regret missing a few of my classes. I don't regret coming home late almost every night. I don't regret all the little white lies I told people just to get myself in a good time, because I am truly sorry for them and being the good Catholic that I am, I already confessed that. I don't regret all the nights intended for making homework and requirements I wasted to just go out and share a good laugh with new friends. And I don't regret knowing what 'Teen spirit' smells like.

So what does it smell like, really?

Teenage Spirit is the smell of:
- Sweat of different people in a moshpit in the middle of the gig of your favorite band
- Coffee while listening to your best friend's worst break-up story
- Cigarette that sticks on your hair (I don't smoke, but some of my friends do so yeah)
- Traces of liquor in your breath
- Hot instant noodles to get you out of a hangover
- The mixture of cigarette and beer when you enter a private karaoke room or a club
- Vomit
- A dirty bathroom
- Rain
- Hot chocolate, another option to get you out of a hangover
- Loose change
- Blood after getting your ears pierced
- The perfume you wear only when you are seeing your boyfriend (or pretend boyfriend)
- Newly-opened chips
- Your pillow after waking up to a night of endless crying
- Random people inside the jeepney because you don't have a car
- Your dog because sometimes, he's the only one who listens to you
- New books
- Your hair burning from all the ironing
- Hot instant noodles again because you're too lazy to cook 'real food'
- Your crush's perfume
- Make-up
- Sweat socks because at a point, you would swear to jog everyday but you know that's never really going to happen
- Newspaper because it's the closest you can get to being an adult
- Milk Tea. It's better than coffee.
- Rust of the guitar strings while you are trying to learn a new song but you're not patient so you just give up
- Garbage because you will remember that you're not supposed to throw your embarrassing quiz paper since it will be a part of your final compilation requirement
- New clothes because you use your allowance to shop

So far, this what I think 'teenage spirit' smells like for me. What does it smell like for you?

Shady's Back, Tell a Friend

If you have been reading my blog posts, you'll see the countless times I have apologized to you, my non-existing readers for not being able to update this page. And for the nth time, I'm sorry!

I'm not going to bombard this post with the reasons for my absence 'cause I will just probably bore you but you should know that I am now serious on making this page as updated as possible. I do not know why I'm telling you this but I just want to. Just because.

Wish me luck! ♥