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‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him’ – John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I BAWLED. BEAUTIFUL WRITING. 

But why must it be so sad? 

‘But I will say…

I haven’t been posting lately. 😦

But yes, I watched my second legit NBA game (Raptors vs Knicks) with my two good friends, Renee and Angie last March 22, 2013. Yay!

We didn’t get the nicest seats in the house, in fact, we had bad seats since it’s too far from the court and too high up but the game made up for what was lacking.

Of course, Knicks is the better team with Carmelo Anthony shooting 37 points for them but I was hoping the Raptors would win since they defeated the Knicks in the last two games they played. Rudy Gay had to stay in the bench for the second half because of his aching back (I was really sad because I really want to see him play! He’s my fave.)

But I was still counting on the others to play exceptionally well that night. Valanciunas, Johnson, Lowry, Fields (who I also have a crush on), Lucas, DeRozan, Ross, and Anderson (who scored 35 points and made so many 3-pointers) did not disappoint.

Everyone was rooting for the Raptors but in the end the Knicks won 99-94.

I must admit I enjoyed this game more because it was more interesting than the last one (Raptors vs Pacers.)

BTW, the game started at 7 and we were still eating our hearts out at Jack Astor’s at that time. We arrived during the second quarter of the game but I must say missing the first quarter was all worth it.

Dear rude customer,

Yes, it is right for you to tell us that we didn’t understand what you

were saying. We may have heard something else.

But please understand that the person who is serving you might be new at his/her job. If another cashier goes forward and asks you how you take your drink, don’t be smart with him/her and say that you already said it to the other one. That other cashier who just went all his/her way to help you is basically just doing you a favor. He/she just wants to make your life and the new crew’s shift easier. You do not tell them that they do not know how to do their job. They work there, not you. You have no right to call a person (especially the one who is helping you) a dumbass because you’re just making yourself look like one.  To get respect from others, you need to have respect for others.

And next time, please make sure that before you create such a fit, you have enough money to pay for what you have ordered.

Thank you.

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I was in such a bad mood my whole shift at work. I felt so bad for the new crew who served the lady.

My mind was a disoriented mess and I was in a rush to finish all the things I have to do at work. Banging tills seemed to be the perfect way to release my anger. LOL 

But when I took your order, you (who I just know by face) asked me very sincerely if I was okay. I felt then and there that some people actually care. 

 

Someday,

When all else fails

And I get nothing

But you,

Just give me

A lifetime of things to do.

Tonight I write of nonsensical matters that may be of importance to me. I write about sleep and how it is supposed to be utilized at this very hour. I write about the days I would sleep in the wee hours of a new day because of too much thinking. I write about those made-up encounters I have of you in my daydreams. I write about weakness, the sadness of not being able to do anything to help. I write about how missing Sunday sermons is a step closer into damnation. I write about regretting what had transpired in that one drunken September night. I write about my brother who just decided to sleep on his bed at the other side of the room and how he always manages to goad me in telling him stories about how my day went or how my friends’ days went. I write about my aching legs–of how sore they are at this very moment (the side leg lifts are finally paying off!) I write about university applications and how I have been stressing myself for the past few months because of it. I write about fear of not being able to accomplish anything for any person who may be of great inspiration to me. I write about my father who still loves me even if I raise my voice while talking to him most of the time. (I am not proud of that. And I am gravely sorry.) I write about the light of my life, my nanay, and how she manages to do her crazy dances even if she struggles to make all ends meet. I write about how angry I am at myself for not doing what I am supposed to be doing on my spare time (e.g. looking for scholarships and zumba!) I write about how bad beers taste and how my heart palpitates when I drink coffee. I write about crunches, squats, lunges, stretches, and hoping that writing just the names of the said exercises could magically burn the same amount of calories as actually doing them. I write about how unfair life can become when you’ve wasted days of being absolutely the opposite of what you truly are. I write about how surprise birthday parties bring a torrent of tears down your cheeks and make everyone invited in the event realize how people actually care about you. I write about wishes granted on St. Patrick’s Day (I guess luck’s on your side today, my darling.) I write about shitty ball game seats and the not-so-anticipated no-booze night in my second Raptors game next Friday. I write about my Ryerson acceptance and  how I can’t wait to start school on the fall season.

Lastly….

Tonight, I write about myself and how I am content with the words my brain and my fingers had just weaved together. (Even if my heart agrees to disagree.)

There is still fire left in me, after all. 

Be that as it may, I promise to be able to write at least one poem per month starting the month after this month.

  • I just recently started writing a short-story-turned-novel. But gah, I don’t really know how to express all my (brilliant, yes, brilliant) ideas into words. :(( I’d probably just keep this project private for now.
  • ANDDDDD, I currently finished reading Warm Bodies. (I LOVED IT MORE THAN THE MOVIE!!) It inspired me to write in a man’s POV. But I have been pulling my hair out night after night. I always end up really sad though. 😦 It’s exhausting to think of the perfect words to say when you know that the perfect words aren’t even the right ones. I always end up backspace-ing the paragraphs I try to write every night.
  • I’m reading The Fault In Our Stars now. I am sure it’ll be a very good read. I’m hoping it’ll motivate me to write.

I just hope I could still do what I do best though. Writing things from the heart. 

It’ll be enough. For now.

I haven’t been writing posts in so long. 

For the past weeks, I have been trying to sort out myself. I have been vainly trying to exercise more [doing my “push-ups, crunches, squats, lunges, side lifts, jumping jacks” routine whenever I have time to spare]. I have been trying to reach out to all my friends (which I think is going quite well atm). I have been trying not to spend more money, seeing that my father is not able to work for a few months because of a heart condition. I am also trying to push myself to write my first short story/piece which I will post when my brain decides to weave all those ideas into magical paragraphs that will remind people that love often appears out of the blue. 

I have been trying. Have been trying. Just trying. 

When will I ever learn that trying is not enough? 😦

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First NBA game!
Raptors lost. 😦 But we had a really fun night! 😀