Life's tough, but I get to believe we're tougher :)

August 24-25, 2012

• First night at camp. I had a “visitor”. Helped me doodle for the freedom wall. :3

From the left: Nikka, Buddy and Me :)

• I didn’t stay at the venue for camp. Went home past 11pm with Buddy. Held hands all the way home.

(YAAAAH! HE SLEPT AT MY HOUSE with no other friends with us. HAHA! Obviously, this is a first. I haven’t had a boy sleep at my house alone. Don’t get me wrong though, I had to let him sleep sa sala; wanted to sleep beside him though. *wink*)

• The plan: MOVIE/HIMYM Marathon
• 21Jumpstreet and “vanilla cuddling”. 
• HIMYM Marathooooon! First ep: Me on couch. Him, lying down sa foam sa floor. While holding my hand.
• Few minutes into the first ep, SOMEONE FELL ASLEEP. While holding my hand.
• HIMYM MINI MARATHON SOLO MODE. Managed to watch only 3 eps, it was almost 3am. 
• Kissed sleeping beauty on the forehead goodnight. Went to my room and fell asleep.

AND THEN, ONE OF THE BEST MORNINGS EVER…

•  Someone was slightly shaking me awake and calling my name. I opened my eyes. Someone kissed me and said “Good morning!” with that stupid smile.
  
  ***I could really get used to thiiiiiisss. :3 

Song of my life.

Man, it's been a long night

Just sitting here, trying not to look back

Still looking at the road we never drove on

And wondering if the one I chose was the right one

Oh, but I'm scared to death

That there may not be another one like this

And I confess that I'm only holding on by a thin thin thread

I'm kicking the curb cause you never heard

The words that you needed so bad

And I'm kicking the dirt cause I never gave you

The place that you needed to have

I'm so sad, saaad

I'm so sad, so sad

-SAD by Maroon 5

This song's been playing on repeat for a week now. Maybe because the song just speaks for me. No. Not just maybe. The song does speak for me.


*Late publish. Should've posted this over a week ago.*

Happiness All Ze Way

It's been about a week since he and I broke up. I don't talk and only people who knew about this, specifically my CPU friends and best girls from UP. I don't like it if I would have to explain every single detail of thee story. I mean, I like keeping this to myself just so I wouldn't be obliged to answer any questions nor hear people judging our story.

Since day one of my come back  to the "world" of single people, there has been one question that I keep getting again and again for quite a while now.

"ARE YOU HAPPY?"

And what I tell them is this, " YES, because I choose to be happy."

Just three days ago, I played the role of a "love doctor" (which they always turn me into despite the fact that my own past relationship didn't work out the way it was supposed to be) to one of my close friends in CPU. Their story wasn't mine t share here but the thing is, she was in a dilemma of whether breaking up with her own boyfriend was the right thing to do or not; if it would make her happy or not. And she asked me again the one billion dollar question, "Dear, happy ka mn subong?"


All I told her was this,

 "Yes. I am happy. I choose to be happy. This doesn't mean I didn't gt hurt with the break up. Of course, I am hurt. But that doesn't mean either that I should stop myself from being happy. It is up to you how you would handle a break up or anything like it, and I choose to be happy even though I am hurt. I'm just thankful enough that there was this point in my life that I spent with him when I was the happiest person."

I wouldn't deny the fact that there is this part of me that is grieving for the love I lost. But then, I still put on that smiling face and keep going on with life because there is just so much more to life than loving one single person.


Some people might think that I'm just too "manhid" to not cry over this and just smile every single day, but I do believe in this: There will always be a choice between being miserable and being happy.

And yes, I choose happiness. :)