oh wanderlust

Answer these questions honestly.

What if…

Your date throws up on you: 
LOL we’ll laugh about this later in the future, but at this time it’d be more along the lines of “heh heh heh…”. I might freak out a little, but I’m pretty sure my date would be feeling quite worse than me. So I’d just help them clean it up, and not make a huge deal out of it. If it’s in public, I’d try to help cover up for them. No one can help it if they’re feeling sick… haha but that’d be sooo wrong if it was because they were sick of ME. Then… yeah. JERK!  

You won the lottery: 

Haha, so I got this allll SENSIBLY figured out. Alright, so I’ll invest 2/5 of it in a very profitable market (buck don’t stop here). 1/5 goes to my family, 1/5 goes to the inevitably time-progressive savings account, and 1/5 goes to charity. By charity, I mean personally getting food and handing it out and meeting poverty-stricken people in third world countries. Sooo, naturally… the lotto better be big then. :P

Someone cut off a chunk of your hair: 

First, I’d get pretty mad, no doubt. However, I know I’m the type of person with a short fuse. It won’t last long, but… in this case, it might linger for awhile because I’d wake up every freakin’ morning looking at myself in the mirror to see a piece of my head is MISSING. Anyway, I’d just get it fixed. Hair should grow back and I “might” be able to work something cute out of it. I better “might” or I’d just cut that person’s hair and wear it as a wig on my head. Yeah, who said I wouldn’t go that far? THEY asked for it!

One of your “close” friends is spreading rumors about you:

I’ll admit, I am NOT the nicest person out there. To me, just “faking nice” takes a lot, A LOT of effort because it feels like I’m lying to myself. My tongue also has definitely done it’s fair share as I often say my mind before I think, especially when my emotions run high. In this situation, I would confront them, and I won’t be biting my tongue then - I’d like to skip to the point of why. Afterwards, I see no point in trying to mend such a relationship so broken. I won’t even care enough to turn to look their way. People like this, I really cannot stand so I won’t stand for them.

You caught a friend stealing from you: 

Welllll….. first of allll, I would look at them in disbelief. My disbelief face is a face of stricken horror, eyes widened, mouth gaped open, face pale as a ghost. Then I’d say, “Well aren’t you’re a conceited Robin Hood?” And they’d be like, “Wtf?” and by then, because of my grandiose distraction, the cops would come and lock them up just like in Cops, the show. You know… Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?

Just kidding. Sorry. Again. I made you read all that. To be honest, if I see my friend stealing from me, I would tell them that what they’re doing is not right. Keep stealing, and it becomes a habit. Quick and simple. Trust with them wouldn’t be the same, I’d also assure them of that. No second chances are easily given in situations like these too, because… I don’t know. It’s just not right and I’ve run out of enough shares of second chances to be stupid enough to start giving more away anymore.

A random stranger offered you candy: 

“Sorry, but there’s a guy down the street doing the same thing, BUT with a van, so you lose, loser.”

^^ Just kidding! AH I gotta stop this! This is supposed to be serious! Ok ok… well obviously, I’m not an 8-year-old who sees candy as my only escape *cough*. I’d also actually try being street-smart this time and really snap a photo of them if possible to give to the police afterwards. Preferably when they don’t actually see me taking a photo of them is the best time. 

MySpace and Facebook closed: 

I would seriously be in shock. Then I’d go through some sort of grieving process, most likely a slighter, less avengeful version, but still, I’d go through something like that.

A genie granted you one wish:

I would wish that everyone would have at least one reason to smile or laugh every single day. Everyone. 

You lost your favorite possession: 

TT_TT WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!! My favorite possession would be my iPod and if I lose that, I’d just buy another one. But I’d be sad if I lost my very first one… I even chose to kept it over a new iTouch. That’s how much I cherish it. 

You found 10 dollars on the ground:

If I found $10 on the ground, I’d either: 
A) Treat my lucky self with food kekeke
B) Give it to someone if they’re near that I see that would be in more need of it
C) Save it for unluckier days? 

Your favorite celebrity comes to visit you: 

OMGAAAAH D’OHHH?!!! Lol I’d try not to act like a maniac. No guarantees though… ;P

You were stranded on an island with nothing but the ability to make one phone call:

I’d call that genie up and trick him just like Aladdin did into helping me escape. And that’s when we end up with question number… just kidding. Whatever, there’s no number but you know what I mean… the genie one up there.

Haha jkayyy. Genies don’t exist, silly! I’d call my mom, and she’d hand it to my dad, and he’d hand it to my siblings. and they’d hand it to all my friends, and after many wonderful days of chit chat, ultimately the phone would be handed to the police and they’d come save me. The end. :)

It’s regretting that’s painful. Rejection, betrayal, helplessness, loss… these all are, no doubt, excruciatingly painful.

Therefore, people should stop mistaking it with love. Love is beautiful; makes us fly when we can’t, makes us feel like we have a point in living to see tomorrow. I think because loving someone means putting your trust, hope, faith, and heart on the line for that someone, for people to lose it like that, it’s really… horrible. 

Love is a strong emotion, just as hate. So, to lose love may hurt you, but don’t ever blame any unfortunate outcome on love.

The world is so beautiful. Everything about this world, it just never fails to amaze me. From the slums to the oasis, it never ever, ever fails to amaze me. I want to go everywhere, see everything, eat what this world has to offer. I want to watch the wonders of this world, learn, feel, smell, hear, just drown myself in all these different places. This world, to say at the very least, is so, so exquisite. 

And the people, oh my god, the people. There are such beautiful, beautiful people in this world. I never ever want to live in a world without people; otherwise, I would JUST DIE. There are seemingly “mean” people, yes, but I find that if I could just give them a little smile, they’d smile back. I don’t know what they could be thinking, don’t know what they could be hiding, but just to see another smile makes me smile. Sometimes, there are days where I really would get frustrated with people, but in the end, it really isn’t that way. It doesn’t need to be that way. Every soul on this Earth, every single soul on this Earth has a story. And that’s the best thing about people. They have stories and I want to sit there and listen to them all. I want to laugh, I want to cry, I want to be with these people and make them feel the way I want to feel. Smiles, laughter, all of it, it just melts my heart. I sure hope I can be a people person forever in my life because it’s just such a wonderful thing to be. Every single person here is born with a heart, and that MEANS something. At least to me, it does! And, babies are beautiful. For all those people I’ve “shared babies” with, you know how it isss! :)

I especially never want to let go of these images in my head, the ones of the people I love so dearly - the ones I want to hold my very last breath with, if such incredulous choice was given. I want it to be imprinted in my brain, if possible. Wait, if I die I can’t take my silly brain with me. Well. That’s just dandy. Houston, we got a problem… WAIT! I got it. Kekeke! I want it imprinted within the sleeves of my soul. My soul is me, and I won’t be going anywhere without it. Whew! YESH! K thank you, and with love… :) 

What are words but just… words? How do you know when someone means what they say? You don’t. And that, my friends, is the problem with words. It’s almost tragic. 

Words are just means of communication. But, when used as lies, they’re painful. Daggers right through the heart. When used to flatter someone, they’re beautiful. Like the lyrics to your favorite song. 

So, before you believe the rumors you hear about someone, yeah, it could be true. Or, it could be as fake as the punk ass who told you the rumor. Be careful.

Sometimes, I prefer silence more than anything. Silence is golden, if not poison. Hahaha, okie, never mind then. It can be just as horrible as words, if not worse.   

No, I’ll stick with my love for musique then. My craving for the piano has been insanely ludicrous. && That’s using my words carefully.