Time changes everything, even you and I have changed

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Hey, the name's Dorothy. A filipina with a dash of spanish blood. A senior from Father Saturnino Urios University and one heck of a lousy student. I am loud and unpredictable. I'm pretty bitchy when provoked but, I'm nice when not. I love my friends and making friends; I'll be quiet at first but I'm all crazy by the time I warm up to you. Two sports: Volleyball and soccer, those rock my world. A rookie photographer, frustrated artist, music-freaking-lovah, partygirl, that's me. :)

The rain, the winter spring has made us fade away

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“If you just tried and took me by the hand, we would’ve been happy in love.”
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Shopping equates to Love?
Saturday, March 6, 2010 || Saturday, March 06, 2010

Staring at the ceiling made me realize something about love. It made me think that love for me was like when I shop for clothes. Cause you see, there was a time when I was looking for this shirt I wanted for awhile: I saw my friends wearing something akin to it, it was pretty, colorful and I was sure that I would be very ecstatic once I bought it. So, armed with that thought and determination, I set to find that shirt. However, with many hours spent walking, I found a blouse much better-looking than the shirt I wanted; it was prettier and it suited me. But in all honesty, I've found a lot of dresses and shirts and blouses that were prettier. I thought about which one I would get. I shooked my head and looked for that blasted shirt since it was the one I want. Time went by, the sun had set, and still I haven't found it. My mother called and we were about to go home already so I picked some random shirt that was both ugly and I really didn't want it. When I arrived home, I felt miserable. I should've gotten those prettier blouses - slash - shirts, I said.

And love, in my own understanding, is like what happened to me. Because we all look for someone so perfect in our eyes, someone we created in our minds. And we set to find that person. We do find someone incredible, alot of amazing people actually, but we give them up. We don't hold on them, in hopes of actually finding a certain person we want to poof out of nowhere and have that oh-so-lovely happy ending and the much loved, true love's kiss. But that hope will eventually disappear, and we would just end up with a person we don't really love and we'd grow old regretting that chance that we could've found someone so freaking amazing and we had let go just because of those silly perfect images of our lover.

I really hope that we won't be have to undergo something so heart-wrenching. And I hope that I wouldn't be so foolish as to hold on to something I think would not even be existing. :C