Right now, your job is to keep your eye on the ball. First, identify the ball. Is it a great big tan colored basketball? Is it a reddish, pointed, oblong football? Is it a little white golf ball? Is your ball actually a badminton birdie? Does it make a hollow sound when it hits the ground, like a ping-pong ball? Once you know what to look for, stay ( Read more... )

I've come full circle: I went from not knowing what to do to getting a shitload of ideas about what I can do and now I'm back to not knowing what to do because I have a shitload of ideas about what I can do.

This is why I love the Internet. You can find somebody out there who's feeling the same way you do, and it makes you feel better to know you're not alone.

HELL YEAH!

Should I hate you because you hurt me? Or love you because for that brief time you made me feel special?

( Sabi nga ni Billycoy, ARAY. )

So there's two option in front of me:

One leads to a familiar road with an uncertain end and possible disappointment, and the other leads to an unfamiliar territory, with a possibility of a disappointing end, yet an end nonetheless.

Wow, looks like eitherway I'm screwed.

That's it.

Why is it that whenever I decide to let you go, you go and do something that makes me think twice?

Ganked from an LJ friend:

The problem with journals: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So ask me something you want to know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Game?