Analysis Paralysis

I need a new checklist. :| Eula give me a course on checklisting 101.

Feeling a bit under the weather too, but complaining won't really do any good.

Also a bit stuck, for some reason.

I'm searching for something, but I'm not sure what, exactly.



....Also I'm starting to miss my Wednesday service terribly.

The Last Goodbye... aka I blame this on Stel

Galing kay Stel. Haha.


1. Put your iPod (or MP3 player, iTunes, etc.) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
- Best I Ever Had.... okay ang emo? Or nang-iimpress, o ayaw manakit ng damdamin
o what?


WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
- You Ought To Know... ibig sabihin dapat alam mo na. :D


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A BOY/GIRL?
- Crush Crush Crush.... :|


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
- For You I Will.... whut. D:


WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
- I Could Sing of Your Love Forever.... gusto ko sana something na kickass pero. Sige na nga. :D


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
- All Night.... OKAY HINDI KO SUSUBUKANG IEXPLAIN 'TO.


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
- Teenagers ... ISA PA TO HINDI NA DIN IEEXPLAIN... uhh.. "self-explanatory"? Joke lang.


WHAT IS 2+2?
- Do you think I'm ~*~*SEXY*~*~?... oh yeah. Hindi na kasi ako marunong mag-math kaya eto, have a kadiring Tainang hirit.


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
- It's Over .......
D: D: D:

FO in short.

Ang galing ng Winamp. Yun lang. /wrists


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- Soak Up The Sun..... :)) .... maitim. :))


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
- Beer..... O HINDEEEEEEEEEEEE~! :O


WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- Crush (Dave Matthews Band)... uh. duh?


WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
- Ever After (Eric's Beach Mix).... meaning? Fairytale ako? O panghabangbuhay?
@___@


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
- Better Days .... parang hindi magandang sign ito ah.


WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
- Take A Bow.... bagay? :))


WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
- You and I Both....
tugmang tugma sa Facebook ko. Astiiiiiiiiig.
(to Stel: Pasalamat ka at hindi Stacy's Mom yung lumabas. :D :D :D)


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
- Crush (Mandy Moore).... OKAY WHAT IS IT WITH CRUSHES? HINDI LANG NAMAN DUN
UMIIKOT BUHAY KO AH.


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
- Ordinary Day...... uhhhhhhhhh. :D?


WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
- Walls.... hindi ko alam. Worst na yun? Seryoso? Siguro kung psychological walls?
Hrm hrm!


HOW WILL YOU DIE?
- One More Sad Song.... malulunod ako sa sarili kong pagka-emo. :))


WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
- Jenny From The Block..... don't ask. :)) May childhood memory akong associated dito. XD


WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
- With You ...Okay.


WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
- Umbrella ... RIHANNA TWICE IN A ROW KA NA AH.


WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
- Lovefool... IBIG SABIHIN HINDE HAHAHAHAHAHA.


WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
- It's My Life (Gwen Stefani)..... uhhh. In a way, oo? Feel ko wala akong future.
._____.


DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
- Me & You.... ako lang ata may gusto sa sarili ko. XD


IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
- The Sun....... *isipisip* ... Parang alam ko na.


WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
-Mad as Rabbits..... O____o???


WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
- The Last Goodbye..... amf bakit ang emo. >________>


I TAG EVERYONE ON MY CONTACTS.

Immunity

What can't kill me will make me stronger.



...Hopefully.

Louder, louder

Some people need other people to need them.

It is the only way they have to keep on living.

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You were then only face I'd ever known
I was the light from the lamp on the floor
And only as bright as you wanted me to be

I blame this on William Beckett.

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DIAF Taina. Again and again and again.

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Depression and selfishness are two ugly step-sisters plotting to seduce you, strip you bare naked, tease you, and finally arouse you to a passionate, violent dance of self-destruction.

I have memorized the first steps.

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My blue visitor is at my door again, knocking. I pretend to ignore it but my feet have a life of their own, and my own hands orchestrate the ripping of my heartstrings from my heart from my chest from my core.

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I have fantasies of dying a horrible death, the ones where you won't recognize my beautiful broken raw collection of meat and flesh and skin and veins and blood. You will only see my eyes, and when you stare at them, they'll simply stare back at you in dumb dark liquid silence.

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Because.

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I wonder why. It's been at the back of my mind constantly, lately. Were you bored? Were you lonely?

Powerful. Yet, alone.

Are we here for your own amusement?

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I want to believe you're listening.

Sometimes I remember that silence is intangible and then, and then, I lose my grip.

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Anyone who takes the above post seriously will be sent to wanna-be planet Pluto.

Public Apology

I'm sorry.

Kasalanan ko.

Pacensha na.

Pero dahil dun, na-realize ko importante ako.

Huwag ka na magalit, ha.

Mahal kita. ♥♥♥

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Para sa tatlong tao na nabadtrip sa kin kanina.

Note to self: DIAF Taina.

Epiphany #856

Therapeutic ang pag-tutulala.

4.48

You're awake during a godforsaken hour and the board you've been toiling away at for the past not-countable-by-the-fingers-on-your-hands hours still has too much white space. Not that that's a bad thing.

Unfortunately you are not a minimalist, and the BecBoss knows this as well.

You can sense a dull thudding at your temples; a bottomful-bottomless feeling in your stomach (suddenly there is a Grand Canyon swimming along with last night's dinner); a repulsive motion pulling at your gut. Your hands are steady enough to hold a paintbrush for at least a minute before fingers lose control and yield.

Your nerves are bristling at the tips, electrifying the skin under your skin--a countdown before they shatter, tear through every layer of cells, and spill blood, blood, blood.


Ah, well. You did say you would bleed for art.