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Fuck emo music, man. The best songs about heartbreak and love lost are done by The Carpenters. Tell me that Goodbye to Love, for instance, does not speak of complete bitterness:

All the years of useless searc
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I’ll go on as best I can

What lies in the future is a mystery to us all
No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls
There may come a time when I will see that I’ve been wrong
But for now this is my song
And it’s goodbye to love
I’ll say goodbye to love

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again may be overplayed but I don’t care, it’s fucking appropriate for me right now.

What do you get when you fall in love
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So, far at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again

Lyrics-wise, Breaking Up is Hard to Do is awesome but the song sounds too goddamn cheerful. Songs about breaking up should never sound cheerful.

They say that breaking up
Is hard to do
Now I know, I know
That it’s true
Don’t say that this is the end
Instead of breaking up
I wish that we were making up again

And finally, the mother of all bitter heartbroken songs, The End of the World.

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know its the end of the world
cause you don’t love me anymore?

Don’t they know its the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

FUCK LOVE. And fuck you too.

I resigned myself to the fact that the closest thing to romance I would get today was a quick, wholesome kiss from my (adorable) gay friend, who would’ve probably enjoyed the experience if I had a penis instead of a vagina.

If my mom didn’t go in my room to wake me up from my nap with a, “ZOMG what is that package doing on your desk??”, I would have never noticed that I had a package from Island Rose.

I take back whatever cynicism I used to have for this pseudo-holiday. I take back every single time I rolled my eyes at the thought of getting flowers because I’ve always found plant sex organs a terribly impractical (not to mention sexually-laden, bordering on offensive) present.

Every nerve in my body is giddy with joy. And now I can’t stop smiling. <3

My dad, on the other hand, can’t stop regretting not stealing the roses when I was sleeping because he didn’t buy my mom anything today. Ha!

Thank you, sweetheart.

After about a month of waiting, my care package from Roger in Norway finally finally arrived. I was growing worried they’d gotten lost in the mail due to the holiday rush, so I was incredibly relieved when my mom said she had gotten the notice.

The package contains a bunch of DVDs, chips (there was a bigger bag of chips in there, which I consumed with the help of Kristel and Ane), tea, cigarettes (fuck asthma), an old t-shirt of his (which is way too big, I love it), and a letter. Yes, an old-fashioned, hand-written love letter. I grew so disgustingly giddy and giggly when I read it over at Starbucks. A little part of me wanted to cry when I first read the letter–it was sweetness mixed with just the right amount of mush and humor–but I was in public and as a rule I never cry in front of people. I hate admitting that I’m a hopeless romantic, but I am. I AM!! I must have reread the letter about ten times today though, and each time I read it I have to repress the urge to run around with my arms open and scream, “He loves me! He really really loves me!” Perhaps I’ll be emo about the whole thing another day, I’m too busy being happy right now.

There’s a part two that should arrive in a few days, it contains chocolate and candy. Awww yeah

Ok, I’m lame and in love so I shall shut up now.

My mom also got the notice that the stuff I ordered from eBay arrived as well. Wahoo!!! Finally, I can get around to stretching my lobes again. I’ll be going home all the way to Makati for that purpose, I’ve been waiting so long for those damn tapers to arrive.