Word of G.

Georgiana

Did I just made this up?  I saw this too in my blue USB. I bet this was my homework in English. I don’t remember I had this grotesque imagination.

There was Georgiana, queen of Georgia, who boasted that her beauty outshone the beauty of all the sea-nymphs, so that in anger they sent a horrible sea serpent to ravage the coast. The king prayed of an Oracle to know how the monster might be appeased, and learned that he must offer up his own daughter, Athena. The maiden was therefore chained to a rock by the seaside, and left to her fate. But who should come to rescue her but a certain young hero, Troy, who was hastening homeward after a perilous adventure with the snaky-haired Gorgons. Filled with pity at the story of Athena, he waited for the sea dragon, met and slew him, and set the maiden free. As for the boastful queen, the gods forgave her, and at her death she was set among the stars.

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Europe definitely ;)

You tell me.

What are we?

No seriously, I would really love to know. We talk on the phone hours end. You tell me how ‘awesome’ I am. You never cease to make me laugh. We talk every day. And still I have no idea what the heck we are. Are you trying to confuse me or…mislead me or..? Some days it’s like you don’t want to talk to me, some days it feels as if you talk to me too much. What the heck! Seriously what are we?

When you figure that out, give me a call. Kay thanks.

Daddy issues

Earlier this morning I saw my blue USB which I thought was lost forever on my desk. My mom told me she saw it under the couch when she moved it. I saw my writings on Microsoft Word and saw this rant about my dad. Honestly I forgot about this happening. I then realize that the good things…and time overshadow the bad moments. But I know this made me feel really bad before that I even wrote about it. I write whenever there’s this point in my life that I can’t take just holding onto it. 

But then I got all things wrong. I asked my dad who will go and watch my younger brother’s Christmas program (thinking that before one of my parents would watch me perform every year). He then said, “why don’t you go yourself, I’m sure that’s just an excuse for you to get out of the house”. I got pissed. I never had that intention. Since 3 years ago he would always gabble that I think about myself all the time. But this time I wasn’t. Since the past 3 years all I was asking was freedom from my dad. I would always sneak out and consider the mall as my home. But that’s all different now; I realized that when you are busy doing nothing you get bored, want to go out and do unnecessary things but when you’re busy busy all you want to be is in your comfort zone! I don’t know why he still thinks this way about me and still doesn’t get over it. One mistake and everything is all ruined. 

MOOD

In my life, everything depends on my mood. I can’t do this if I don’t feel like it. I can actually but it feels like I’m dragging myself because of the need to do it. Say for an instance when I listed on my to-do list about making a speech for my friends’ 18th birthday I spent the whole afternoon trying to finish it but nothing good came into my mind! I feel like I was going crazy. But that night I was emotional because of some dad issues so I thought of doing my speech to pass the bad feeling and after a few minutes I was done! The hell?

I wrote, “Hi Fran! Finally, you’re 18! The memories we shared are just too many to mention. May it be embarrassing, happy or hate. But these memories measure how friendship works and made us what we are right now. I wish you all the best and happiness in the future! Happy Birthday.” I tried to remember these lines and not let the nerves get the better of me because I suck a lot at remembering things!!!

Post Decluttering Depression

I didn’t know what I had until it was gone.  I gave away this thing (which I then realized “it’s not just some thing”) to my friend because I thought it would be good for me and I thought I don’t need it anymore but I was wrong. I felt guilty and somehow empty, I’m missing it so badly at the point that I can’t sleep just thinking of why I didn’t make it as important. I want to tell her that I want it back but I’m afraid that I might hurt her feelings because she once told me that she is already obsessing with it. I have no one else to blame but myself. I really hate my impulsive and indecisive nature.

So I tried what I have to do. And it did not come out as I wanted to. Things do not always come out how we want it to be. So we just have to stand for what is done and I guess learn from it.

A Fraction Of A Second

I thought this day would get any worse. I didn’t get a seat during the mass, my dad knew my whereabouts, and I was afraid I would not see him. Surprisingly, the mass was about to end with a song from the seminarians. I was standing at the back when unexpectedly someone said, “Excuse me, Merry Christmas” and gave me a Christmas Card then left. It happened so fast that it passed in a blur. My heart was in shock but I wasn’t sure if it was really him or was I just imagining because I am crushing on him. After I read the card I still could not believe that the total stranger whom I like found me before I did. My heart pumped like I was having an adrenaline rush. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to personally thank him and talk to him but I felt timid and unsure that all of it has been just inside my head. When I looked back he was gone. As I was going out of the church I saw an old woman holding the same card and I said to myself, “Maybe it’s not just me.” I went inside the Sacred Heart Shrine and prayed. After that, I sat outside not knowing the gentlemen who were sitting beside me were his fellow seminarians. One greeted me a pleasant morning. I trusted my gut and took the chance to ask if they’re giving cards to everybody. He said no, and asked who gave it to me. I showed him the name written below in the card. He replied, “Ah Luigi!” The seminarian called him. He approached me in a shy way. I thanked him and shook his hand. He asked what my name was and he smiled and left (again!*). His friends were accommodating me and asking me questions I just answered but inside me was still in the state of shock. I was about to leave when they were also, his friends walked with me and their pathway was almost the same as mine. I knew it is their last day in the church. They were still asking a lot of questions and I just answered hoping he would ask them about me. As I was heading home my dad called, very angry that I left alone in the dark morning. With weary eyes I rushed towards home. Few paces and I am home when I felt that the card was missing in my pocket. My heart was crying and I came back. Screw my father, I didn’t care if he thinks why in the world am I not home yet. I didn’t find it. I went home feeling tragic. Little did I know that my dad left for Don Salvador and I still couldn’t be scolded until the moment he comes back. Now I have the opportunity to search for it again! I searched the path where I passed when I headed home and from afar lying on the ground I eventually found it!