Funny how things always get out of hand.

 

And because I am feeling totally cheesy today, I am posting random quotes and sweet nothings tonight. :>

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Can you imagine bread without butter?

Batman without Robin?

Hi without hello?

Pencil without paper?

Tarzan without Jane?

Spoon without fork?

World without people?

You without me?

(LOL! HAHAHA!) 

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Some people say that you don’t know what you got until it’s gone. But it’s not really like that. You always know what you have. You just never thought you would lose it.

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Which way are you gonna take?

The left one where there’s nothing right?

Or the right one where there’s nothing left?

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One of the worst things in the world is when someone makes you feel there’s a chance, when in fact, there’s none.

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Sometimes, you have to try not to care, no matter how much you do. Because sometimes, you mean nothing to someone who means everything to you.

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It’s really hard to let go of the person you wanted to be with forever. To accept the reality that you are never meant to be. To give up everything even if you still wanted to try. To finally wake up one morning, just to realize that you will never get to hold his hand, the same way as before.

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  Goodnight, love. :>

AB Mass Communication Major in NSTP.

7:00 AM - My mom woke me up, saying "Gising na, baka ma-late ka sa NSTP." I just shrugged. There's no way in hell I'm gonna be late for an LTS class. The professors are always late. And it's the first class, so I'm sure the prof's gonna show up at 9 AM.

I arrived at school at 8:20. I went to CS 410, much to my disbelief. (The fourth floor. MY GOLLY.) Anddddd my professor was already there. What the freak?

So we prayed the Adamsonian Prayer. Good thing I already memorized it. Having transferred to Adamson from UST, it's really hard to adjust to new prayers and hymns. But when the professor made us sing the Adamson Hymn, oh boy. I did not sing because I don't know the song. It would be disrespectful if I tried to sing it when I know that I really can't. Then the professor suddenly called my attention and asked me why I'm not singing. I simply answered because I was a transferee. And I thought that was the end of the conversation. I was wrong.

The prof made us sit down. I asked my seatmate if it was okay that I sit beside him. He said yes. And suddenly, the prof called me again and said, "Why are you talking? You have plenty of time to talk later. Why did you not sing the Adamson Hymn? Because you are a transferee? From where? And when?"

But before I can answer, he said I will be singing the hymn next meeting. What the fudgeeeee. What the hell is wrong with you, sir?! Seriously?! I do not know the song because I am only taking my Theology subjects now. I have no one to teach me the song. Can you not understand that?

Then he made us introduce ourselves. We were expected to tell our names, year and courses, and our organizations or affiliations in school. Then it was my turn.

Me: I am Jianne.. Blabla.. I am a member of AUMACOMMS, and a writer for Papyrus, the department's official publication.

Sir: You consider yourself a writer and yet you cannot sing the Adamsonian Hymn?

Me: *Getting pissed* Sir, I am a writer, not a singer.

Sir: Your loyalty to Adamson is questionable.

Me: I WILL SING THE ADAMSONIAN HYMN NEXT MEETING. I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT.

He really got to my nerves after that. I mean, who does he think he is?! I love Adamson, and as far as he is concerned, he does not know a thing about my loyalty to Adamson. Really. I am proud of being an Adamsonian. Would I transfer to Adamson from UST if I am not?

Then he gave his supeeeeerrrrr yawn-inducing lesson about who the hell cares. There's a quiz next meeting, and tons of activities. Wow. I can see how passionate he is for NSTP. I admire him for that. But pleaseeee sir, can you try not to be so annoying?

So for him not to think that I despise him and that I am afraid of him, I looked into his eyes the whole meeting. I'm not afraid of you. I'll show you. I'll show you how wrong you are.

Hahahaha. Til next meeting, sir. >:)

Anong nauna, itlog o manok?

I don't know the answer. See for yourself as Kuya Kim answers this frightening question via Twitter.

After a few seconds..

Is is just me or his answer was totally written in Chinese? I didn't understand a thing. :| HAHAHA.

Still waiting for the guy who would tell me those words. *SIGH*

Ten decades later..

I still haven't eaten anything.

I did not get my Hawaiian pizza. :-(

Life is so crueeeeeeeeeel. /wrist

Currently thinking of eating a Hansel cracker.

I am craving for youuuuuuuu ♥

Dear Hawaiian pizza,

Please stop making me salivate and appear in my very eyes right now. I want to squeeze your thick crust and feel your oil around my fingers. I want to taste the incomparable feeling I get whenever I chew on your pineapple bits. I want the whole of you in my mouth right now.

Please stop looking oh-so-delectable for I might dash out of my house and invade the nearest Pizza Hut outlet.

Sincerely Yours,
Jianne

Just to clarify.

Just to clarify things with my previous post, I am not THAT bitter. I have spent many Christmases in the company of my ever-supportive family and friends and I did not regret anything.

I have always been happy being single. I don't need someone to be content with life. I always have been the one to say that I am just ecstatic to be where I am now.

But lately, I have been feeling a bit lonely and let's say, empty. (Chumacharot.) It might be envy produced by all the romantic movies and books I have read. LOL.

Whatever, I shall go back to my scavenger ways and find something to eat in the fridge.

Mom is joking again.

Mom: Sino ka-date mo kagabi?
Me: Wala, ma. Bigyan mo ko ng ka-date.

And yet I am reminded again of my cold Christmas, which I will celebrate hugging myself and not hearing the words "I love you" from a special someone.

AKO NA BITTER. :| =))