You want to know something? I can deal with the “cute” game. You know, that little disagreement where the significant says “You’re so cute,” and the other says “Oh, no I’m not,” and it goes on for the longest time. I’m okay with that. I’ll admit, I do that shit too. But I warn you, do NOT play the “ugly/dislike” game with me. Like, don’t tell me you’re ugly. Just don’t do it. I’ll get very butthurt, especially if I personally think you’re not. And never, EVER, tell me that I don’t like you. Like really? Even if you’re just messing around. Nigga, I just told you I did. The more you deny it, the more I might come to believing you. So, swallow your pride. If I like you, then I mean it. >:|
We all have opinions, emotions, knowledge, and everything based on what we experience personally. We’re all going to hate, love, and learn. Everyone knows a lot about something, enough that they’ll be able to back it up when someone starts hatin’. Then again, we all have something we THINK we know about, and when we talk, everyone gets on our ass because we end up not even knowing what’s really up. It’s just the fact that people can’t resist the temptation to prove someone wrong.
When I was young, my parents wanted to put me in everything. They kept asking me what I wanted to do, and I always tried new things. By the age of 5 I was forced to take piano lessons. New piano and whatnot, I practiced all the time at first. I remember being so nerve-wrecked at my recitals, having to do them all by myself. But I got lazy over the years, and at 7 I ended up quitting. I appreciate these lessons now because they put into what I do now. Like choir? Shiit. I would have so much more trouble if I never learned how to read music when I was young. I wish I hadn’t quit, because I look at all the real talent out there, and I could’ve been able to do that. Same goes with dancing. I used to take ballet, jazz and tap. It was great. I was adorable and I loved it. But things got expensive and again, I quit after 2 or 3 years. And now when I look at people who have been doing it all their lives, I just become speechless. Hopefully, I can find time to put effort into what I used to have. Especially the piano, since everytime I sit at it at home, I can’t find anything to inspire me to play. Nevertheless, I’m glad those old lessons gave into a few influences of how I am today. No regrets, you know?
You’re in the Philippines, and I’ve only met you once. All I remember about you was the way you laughed when I said something ridiculous, apparently. Haha, I don’t know, I was only seven. I remember you telling me that I need to get used to hot weather in the PI, since I was gonna be there for a month. I highly doubt I’ll be back to visit you any time soon, I’m sorry. I would love to get to know you. Mom talks about you all the time, though. I hope you’re doing well.
Dear Paul’s anonymous formspringers, I’d like to let you know that it’s been what, like over 6 months now? Do us a favor and just LET IT GO. Obviously we have. Y’all act like it was your relationship. Lmao. Everyone knows we’ve been broken up. We’ve been good on our own terms, so get out of his face about his business & bringing up my name. Please & thank you.
If you want your user name on the back of my new shirt before I print it, re-blog this with the name you want. Pass it on to your friends from blogspot and flickr and everything. I will put everyones name on there if I get about 100+ re-blogs. If not then I have to draw something… SO RE-BLOG WITH YOUR USERNAMES OR NAME YOU PERFER!
I don’t know about you, but I love action movies. Scary ones not as much, but shit. When those intense moments come on and your blood pumps just a little faster, you know you can’t stop watching. Sorry I’m sucha nerd. I watch NCIS and CSI for that kind of thing, too. It’s just so interesting.