Here I Go Again

[	mood	|	confused	]
[	music	|	something corporate - me and the moon	]

I still can't believe how cretinous our watching Saint Louis Loves Dem Filipinos turned out. The film itself was hardly cretinous but the experience... oh boy. From getting the tickets to the short drive to Burgundy. X_X It was terrible waste of braincells but one thing's for sure... the cretin unicorn children haven't been going out much as of late. Haaaay I miss just hanging out and being stupid in Makati... it's almost sad.

Anyway the world must have been on my side tonight... Getting the tickets was a miracle in itself. Of course the Jayson-Tasha Bobo Beggar Society hasn't wisened up one bit and dind't get our tickets until 4pm today. When I asked Joy and Ruari to buy them for me at 1pm they told me the tickets were sold out. It really was just an insane stroke of luck but I'm happy for it.

Our next moment of unbelievable luck was actually caused by our being bobo. Apparently after watching so many UP plays the cretin unicorn children never really learned that guests and the normal audience line up in different places. For some freak accident the play people didn't reprimand us or even bother to check if we were guests. We were probably part of the first 30 people who got in the theater and quite naturally were given special guest treatment and given good seats.

I swear, we were so obvious some usherette even asked me if I was a guest... Ugh! I can barely believe I answered her with an "opo".

Anyway, the play itself was actually quite enjoyable but since I'm forced to pass a paper on it... I'd rather not discuss it here. Before I forget Boy Abunda was seated in the row in front of ours. Haha he looks stupid.

The drive home involved Jayson accusing me of being a stalker and a carnapper. Geez! Why would I even want to steal his car... I sort have Bouncer naman. Nyork! I can't believe I let Aoo and Ruari name my byoooootiful Trooper. Ah well... Piggy and Bouncer I guess it does fit. The drive home also involved Jayson going back for his wallet. Haaaay nako... Jayson's really enjoying the benefits of being a Bobo Beggar Society member.

In retropsect, today was actually a pretty good day. It almost feels like everything's voicing it's approval for last night's foul white lie. Strangely I find myself in yet another of my strange moods. I wish I could just dismiss it with an "oh, i simply enjoy torturing myself with useless thoughts." But I know better... now more than ever I'm convinced that ***'s right. This brings me to the question I've been asking myself since the fateful day that I lost all optimism and allowed myself to grow into a morose and morbid little 8 year old...

Why exactly is it so hard to be happy?

Froggy's log book entry made sense... "We fear that which we do not understand."

I don't think the universe can conspire to give me something for the rest of my life...

Maybe it's time for me to take a different approach.
Maybe it's time to confront my fears.
Maybe it's time for me to stop running away.
Maybe it's time for me to stop floating.
Maybe it's time for me to be happy...

But why am I so unsure?


"Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you..."