Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Of Tears, Laughter and Hugs

Friday and Saturday were days of firsts for me.
-First public speaking competition
-First Class Encounter
-First big time cry sesh
-First time to seeeriously cry over a boy
-First time to seeeriously cry over a friend
-First time to seeeeriously cry over a competition
-First time to laugh genuinely despite sworn depression

So, they had different results--Fortunately, most of them were better than the others. But of course, everything had it's lessons to teach.

*The competition taught me that no matter how hard you try, you can't please everyone.
*The hugs I got when I arrived late for our Class Encounter reminded me that there are people who'd stick up for you no matter what the scorecards say.
*The time I cried over the guy told me sometimes, I just have to face the fact that he has friends... close ones at that.
*The time I cried over my friend taught me that sometimes, things might not work out the way we want (Even if future events aren't too sure yet.)
*And the times I laughed taught me that the best friends in the world can help you turn the worst of frowns upside down. 

Therefore, no matter what the result, cheers to firsts and to tears and to hugs and to ha-ha's!


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Things I'm Actually Good At

We can argue all day about things that I'm not good at, but there are just some things that I cannot EVER screw up.

[1] Procrastina--I'll finish typing that later.


[2] Being lazy. (Does this really need explanation?)


[3] Being totally aware that the circle is a shape and that I, technically am in shape. (In English, that means being fat.)


[4] Gushing over the most--Wait, OHMYGOSH! Did he just blink?! Like, ehmeged... I BLINK TOO! WE ARE SOOO IN COMMON


[5] Overthinking the littlest things (I mean I saw him look away when I looked this means he hates me, right?)


Summarized in one sentence, I am good at being a lazy, procrastinating, gushy, paranoid fat girl.


I am good at being meeeee. :B

I Dream of Simple things

I've been busy recently.
No, really. It's hard to believe but I've been productive! :D
Hence the long blog hiatus.
This doesn't necessarily mean I'm not busy anymore but I'd just like to express that because of all the yadda-yadda's in life right now, I dream of a zillion things. Here's a fraction of a zillion:

[1] I dream of no homework to think of.

[2] I dream of not having to do any makeup work once I get back to school
[3] I dream of finishing Season 2 and 3 of Gossip Girl in a day (For Chuck is too tempting to pass up)
[4] I dream of eating and eating and eating the whole day (Actually did this today but, what the hell.)
[5] I dream of having a golden retriever puppy (Lol. That one's really random)
[6] I dream of having more time with you
[7] I dream of food. Lots of it.
[8] I dream of having you sing to me in that horrid voice of yours again complete with running your finger up my arm (SHET. Still can't get over this one. Sorry. D': :">)
[9] I dream of Chuck Bass. (Refer to number 3. XD)
[10] I dream of getting all the books I want without spending a single centavo or robbing a single bookstore.
[11] I dream of being able to act insane in class without eventually conceding and telling myself not to act crazy (This one's confusing.)
[12] I dream of finding purpose. For myself, my actions and more importantly... this post

And lastly,

[13] I dream of getting sleep so I may be able to actually dream

Good night, Blog.

Good night, Moon. >o<

Monday, November 5, 2012

Why Hoping For the Best is A Pain In the Gluteus Maximus

You may safely call me an attention whore as soon as this rant is finished

As much as I wanted to keep my promise of never posting whiny, girly rants on my supposedly fun and quirky blog, some people just don't make that possible.


Okay, fun facts first before everything else! Yaaaay! 

[1.]  Danielle Liza Garingalao Molina is human. (Wow. I find that very hard to believe. *Insert eyerolling here.*)
[2.] Danielle Liza Garingalao Molina (though some people beg to differ) is neither Google, Wikipedia nor any other information-providing website that anyone can access at their pleasure.
[3.] Danielle Liza Garingalao Molina is human. She comes with everything else that humans have which include raging hormones, faggy emotions, crappy rant moments, an overthinking teenage brain and a totally stupid heart.

Now that we've got the facts straight, it's time to rant. 


The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky has that one quote that I bet everyone who's read the book or watched the movie knows: "We accept the love we think we deserve" 


This just sums things up perfectly--why nice girls go for bad guys, bad guys go for nice girls, bad girls go for nice guys and nice guys go for bad girls.


*Breathe* Okay. Time for the part where I end up making myself look like an attention whore.


I feel very, very, very unappreciated right now.


There, I said it. I just--I just really don't like the way you treat me... Do I even exist in your world if I didn't have homework or seatwork or projects ya can cheat off or am I just as good as my last favor to you?


Dude, look at meeee! It's obvious already. Crystal-clear. Even kindergartners can tell that I.AM.INTO.YOU. I'd do anything you'd say as long as it doesn't threaten my life. Reputation aside, look at how many times I've risked cheating for you! Chemistry, social studies, English, Filipino, you name it. This is self-centered and stupid of me to rant about such small things but look at what it's doing to me. You're practically eating my heart out, hear... And --well, I just serve it to you on a silver platter.


So, now, this is what I get for thinking that after you've used me up to the last academic resource, that we'd still be friends. It's like some kind of practical joke that backfired--it never ends up funny. Well, now I guess I know that that's the best I can get from you--the most attention I can get from you is when you need a piece of paper or when you need me to help you write an essay.


Thank you, just thank you, for letting me know that I am just as disposable to you as the 5-10% that homework takes up in our grading system. 


I guess now it's safe to conclude that this is the love I think I deserve... The 'do not speak unless spoken to' sort of relationship. Thanks for letting me realize that. Thanks for giving that to me, okay? Kudos to you.


This is admittedly a really, really faggy post but I just can't live through this day without telling the world how stupid I am for even being in this situation--for being stupid enough to admit to the whole wide world that despite all that crap, I still feel like I love you.


Well, this is your homework speaking... Thanks.


 I love you.


Call me when you need more paper, okay?