Watched an Ateneo-FEU game today! Win or lose, it’s the school we choose. 👍 (Taken with instagram)

You know how you should always go back to that thing that makes you happy? Well, food and basketball make me happy so today was spent with my lovable friend, Klar (who’s really like a sister to me), being total foodies and basketball junkies. Our day kinda started early since she had training at 7am. Funny how my day started, actually. So we were at the dorm and Klar had to wake me up (‘cause I told her I wanted to walk with her to the gym because I have been living such a sedentary life lately, haha kidding). I was dreaming when I heard her voice call out my name so I kinda knew I had to wake up but when she poked me, I literally jerked “back to life.” Yep, weird things happen when I’m sleeping.

While walking to the gym, we passed through one of the “mini forests” in school and then her teammate-slash-our-friend, Sam, was spotted us so we rode with her instead. I walked back to the dorm afterwards… Slept all morning. Had lunch with Klar, Cess and Vanessa… Watched a couple of basketball games… ATE ATE ATE ATE ATE ATE (repeat one hundred times).

Sooooo, yep. Today was a good day.. And you could probably tell that I’m already really lazy right now with the way I’m ending this post abruptly. HAHAHA. TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY. :)

Also, Call Me Maybe is still stuck in my head… GAAAAH.

Disclaimer: Forgive me for my complete lack of internet etiquette (I will get on to learning it the moment I am done typing this down), but yes, this picture does not belong to me; it belongs to her. There is no way in hell that I plan to steal her picture and claim it as my own, but it pains me to admit that I do not have my own… printed copy of John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars (I swear to you, I will get myself a copy the moment I get back from this out-of-town trip I so viciously dislike… or hate, whatever.)

Anyway.

Obviously, I just finished reading The Fault in Our Stars. Needless to say, but I will say it anyway (because face it I say way too many things), I love it. Love it. Present tense. Because you can never not love it once you’re done reading it, and blowing your nose… and picking up the little pieces of your broken and newly-scarred heart. Trust me.

Which also brings me to my next concern: Tumblr. What about it? Well, while I was reading TFIOS, I realized that most of the quotes I wanted to highlight (but couldn’t because I was reading an e-book, goddamnit) has been rape-reblogged by so many people here in this beautiful Narnia. Seriously. What’s wrong with that? Nothing, really. I just find it somewhat unfair to John Green that people are reblogging tacky (yes, some of them were tacky, really) “typographies” of quotes from his book without people even citing TFIOS properly. Yes, it bothers me. Why? Because the book is beautiful, and sad, and scarring, and lovely, and really worth every penny. I don’t intend to write a book review of this because I don’t think I have ever done that… And what use is a book review written by me? Writing a book review about The Fault in Our Stars would be an utter disaster (yes, disaster) because… the book is brilliant.

So, in my feeble attempt to persuade you guys into reading John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars, let me just tell you this: The book is excruciatingly beautiful.

Or maybe, if you’re the type of person who buys a book because of its pretty cover: The story is so much more beautiful than the cover! What I mean is, OH MY GOD DUDE SERIOUSLY GO GET IT. BUY IT. DO NOT GET AN E-BOOK.. YOU WOULD WANT TO GET A PRETTY HIGHLIGHTER TOO BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS AWESOME. ARE YOU REALLY GONNA PASS UP ON THIS ONE?!

And there you have it, folks. Breathe in my brain fart. Thanks.

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PS
In case you’re wondering, here are some of the quotes that you probably already reblogged here in Tumblr:

• I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
• That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
• You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.
• My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.
• “I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.”
• “What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is.”
• I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
• So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay.

Not much to say, really

042812: A Very Midsummer Night Celebration.

Life wouldn’t be as fun without these people in my life. No matter how stressed we all are ‘cause of college/med school/work/training, we always, always find time to hang out, catch up and have a drink or two (fine, or more). I love them to the moon and back, and I will never ever trade them for anything. :)

10 things, 10 people.

Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.

I know it’s April 1 and you might not take this seriously, but believe me… This reblog is for you. I miss you, silly person.

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I probably am the most tiring person to be with - physically, emotionally and mentally. Whenever I’m out with a friend or two, I worry about what I should and shouldn’t say because I know they won’t be able to keep up with the constant wars going on in my mind. Every single time I feel like I’m starting to become such a taxing person to be with, I tend to shut down… This time around, I try not to, though. Some say I’m improving, some say I should take baby steps.

Either way, I’m thankful for everyone who’s been with me through thick and thin. I may be the most exhausting person to be with, but do know that when I count my blessings, I count you all more than twice. And yes, I write about you all - because really, all the best people are worth writing about. No matter what, and no matter how awful my writing is.

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March 14, what a mathemagical day!