Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

…kicks in at this time of the day so you know what I did? I watched My Sassy Girl for the nth time. That’s only how far my cheesiness could go. Any movie considered cheesier than that is a no goer. So why did I choose this movie? It’s simple, it always makes my eyes well up with tears and it’s good to feel melodramatic sometimes just to check if my lachrymal glands are working and I still get a normal heartbeat. Haha! It actually made me cry the first time even if my brothers were sitting side by side with me while watching it. Boo! Up until now I still think that in that movie, the guy was in an even worse situation compared to the girl. Although if you think about it, they possess one thing in common: they are both emotional masochists. But aren’t we all like that when it comes to loving?

“What is fate? It’s building a bridge of chance for your love.” 

Both of them are stuck in the waiting game with one person waiting to be loved back and the other waiting to be set free of guilt in order to love again.  But how can one person love you back if you can’t learn to love yourself? If you don’t know how to show them what you’re worth? And how can you get rid of the guilt, if you don’t know how to let go? If you don’t allow yourself to be healed? If you’re not willing to take the chance even if you know you might lose this person again? So many questions and I am quite certain many among you have thought about the same things, know exactly what to do about it yet lack the courage to even start - which makes everything seems complicated than it actually is. If only your heart has a mind of its own, it would have declared war against your über analytical mind! But ever wonder why whenever the heart races like SSC ultimate aero, IQ drops quite a few notches down? I could never guess! Maybe you need to reexamine and ask yourself again what’s more important to you, to have a heart that beats or a mind that tells you your heart beats for the right reason? Which one bawls out what’s right or wrong? This is one of those battles that never meet halfway to reconcile or compromise. You either give all or nothing.

Err, what drug am I on tonight anyway?! Pfft. Must be the  chewy NeoAspilets. Like this one, I don’t know why am I taking it but it tastes nice. But just because it tastes nice, it doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to take it in. You don’t have fever and you’re not a kid anymore, but you believe it cures headaches for pete’s sake. Some things are just plain psychological, err, maybe not.

Ponder on this:

“What you are really afraid of:

You are not scared of the dark, you’re scared of what’s in it. You are not afraid of heights, you are afraid of falling. You are not afraid of the people around you, you’re just afraid of rejection. You are not afraid to love, you’re just afraid of not being loved back. You are not afraid to try again, you’re just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.”

Uh-oh…babbling.