bits and pieces #59

Once again, I've proven that ignorance is bliss.

I still remember when one of my good friends and I were walking to another friend's house when she blurted out, "sana nga di na lang natin nalaman noh". I'm sure it wasn't a life altering information but it was enough to convince me that there are things that is better left unknown. Erm.

In any case, what I found out was more amusing than any thing else. :$

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Flashback:

While waiting for the teacher to come to our class, my seatmates and I were talking amongst ourselves. I don't remember what the conversation was but all of a sudden, someone let out a huge cough that produced a thick, green phlegm. Unfortunately, it landed on my friend's dark blue skirt. No, it didn't skid down as one might imagine, but unfortunately was stuck. For a brief moment, we all looked at it. Then, she screamed, gagged and panicked while he fumbled for a piece of paper to wipe out the offending blob. I was literally in tears while laughing at the whole situation.

I'm not sure what happened after because my memory bank is limited but to this day I still laugh like it just took place yesterday. :$

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Conversation:

me: So, what am I going to do to you if you don't call me?
him: Ummm, nothing?
me: I don't think so.
him: You can pinch me as much as you want.
me: Forever and anytime I want.
him: No, only for the day.
me: Why? You know you won't call that's why you're trying to bargain.
him: Fine...
me: And you know I'll do it and I won't feel sorry for you right?
him: Fine..

Unfortunately (this time), he did call. Sigh. In a perfect world, I would get everything I want. :$

take a look in the kaleidoscope

It's impossible not to shed tears or to be more exact, cry for two hours, while watching Eat Bulaga's tribute to Francis M. I find it weird that although I don't know him personally, I feel "affected", as my coworker said, about his death. It may be that I still mourn for my late uncle and everytime I hear of someone passing away, I can't help but feel that way. I have not fully accepted it and I don't think it will happen any time soon.

During the tribute, I was amazed to learn the accomplishements he had in the forty four years he was here. He was an actor, a rapper, photographer, breakdancer and a business man. I mean how passionate and talented he must be to excel in all of the things he pursued.

I guess to say that he is inspirational will be an understatement.

Even though I more know him as the-one-who-sang Kaleidoscope, it's never too late appreciate what he was and what he had done.

And just to prove that point, I rediscovered this song. :)

good night

I don't know where to begin and if I did, who knows what the ending would be.

Almost night after night, I wait for that phone call. If I don't get it, I convince myself that there is a reason and that I should just accept it. The next day will begin with a sorry and end with an I love you. It's a simple cycle I should be accustomed to. He doesn't understand why it's important to me and I don't understand what's so hard about this simple request.

Sigh.

La di da.

Ever heard of a couple who broke up because of this very reason?

Is tonight soon enough?

Erm. Kidding.

I am that girl who will continue to hope. The kind of girl who believes there's an ounce of romance left in him. Someone who fervently hopes that she will get over this silly thing and realize that the good definitely outweighs the bad.