Hi co!
You are my 100th follower!
As much as I hate that a bunch of my friends are now finding my personal tumblr, I guess that’s what online blogging is for, right?
Wee!
P.S. I still need to call you. We have lots to talk about and I have BIG THINGS planned.
#ohyeahThe Warblers - I Want You Back
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I’M WATCHING PHANTOM OF THE OPERA ON BROADWAY TODAY!
Courtesy of NYCGO’s 2 for 1 ticket specials =)
And then a night out on the town with the lovely MG <3
Watched How To Succeed, and now i’m watching Moulin Rouge.
OMG but what if they brought Moulin Rouge to Broadway (because I don’t think they have yet…) and Darren starred in it as Christian?! I might die…
1. H2$ is really just Inception. Finch simply plants the ideas in other people’s brains. ’Cept he’s so good, he can do it in his wake (get it?! like opposite of doing it in his sleep?)
2. Something about declarations and statements.
Last night I had a really strange dream that I absolutely cannot decode, which is even stranger than the norm.
I was on a pier, with my camera, when I see his little boy maybe 3 or 4 years old playing with an older boy in the ocean, along a pier. They could be brothers. I snap a picture of them laughing, but awkwardly because my purple flash went off (rather, the flash produced a purple powder residue that filled the air a bit) and called their attention.
Next thing I know, it’s night time and there are fireworks and I’m taking pictures of the fireworks (and there’s a tutorial going on in my head where this lady is explaining how people normally take pictures straight into the light and how a good photographer knows to zoom out and take a picture within context… oO) and I pan back around to eye level and see that the teenage boy is hurt and that the small boy is trying to prop him up on a bench… The little boy sees me and sees me staring, so he comes over to me, not saying anything. I quickly delete a photo that I had just took of him and his brother and show him the one from earlier. I push the camera in his direction showing him the screen saying “look it’s you.” And he just keeps shaking his head and I keep urging him and insisting that it’s him. All the while, his brother is dying and I look down at the picture and sure enough, the little boy isn’t in the picture. In his place is another boy, bout the same age as his brother, but laughing just as much. They look happy.
I look back over to the older brother and he takes his last breath. In my head, all I can think about is how I regret deleting that last photograph of him and his brother moments before he died…
The little boy disappears somewhere and comes back to shore with a large flounder that he caught from the ocean. He puts it on a bed of ice and a man (I suppose his dad) is calling him to come with him. He refuses and sort of puts of a tantrum and eventually breaks down crying. The fish dies, too.
I tried looking this dream up, but can’t figure it out for the LIFE of me. I wonder if I’m missing something…
After a very unfortunately horrible blind date that was “better than a movie”, being asked out in painfully lame and disappointing ways, and hearing several other terrible stories about dates in response to telling mine, I was inspired to write about the proper way a guy should…
And boys (or girls!), remember the most important thing…
DON’T: Don’t fucking put us in a box and do what the post above says. I mean, yeah, you could, but just like you fellas, every girl is different. Hello, isn’t the point of “falling in love” finding someone compatible with YOU? Sure that doesn’t mean that you’re perfect and yeah you need to put effort into what you’re doing, but the reason why falling in love isn’t easy is because there isn’t a recipe for what’s right for you and him/her. You can’t just say “do this” or “don’t do that” because what one girl/guy might like, someone else might not.
Fck, I’d love it if some guy brought me to a basketball court to shoot hoops (I’m not sporty at all) or dragged me across a park to hop a fence to get to a restaurant we’re late for a reservation for.
Some girls think it’s cute if a guy is shy and shuffles his feet when he asks her out. The fact that they’re scared makes the girl see that he cares and that he’s making the effort.
Some girls are okay with walking around aimlessly just talking about nothing.
Some girls don’t wear heels.
Long story short: It’s all about making it work for you and for that special someone (key word special). The success comes from the effort you make into finding out what makes you and that person compatible.
Edit: I know this sounded clipped and harsh (because it was…) and I know the original post was made with the best and most innocent intentions. I guess I just really don’t like being boxed in or stereotyped or expected to act a certain way or like certain things. Because I’m not like other girls and I’m looking/waiting/hoping for a guy who will do something different and perfect for me. Not what society or someone else says they should do for me.
Faccio mi, fai tu.
What do you mean by… “no” ?
Seriously T_T
I worked 36 hours already this week. That means I’m going to hit at least 52 hours by Friday… And let’s factor in the 2 hour commute to work and the 2 hours back home. That’s an extra 20 hours out of the week.
What do I do with the rest of the hours? Sleep, eat, and play the harmonica. Tumblr.
Filipino by birth, American by nature, Romana at heart.
