tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5262015180881049492024-02-06T19:49:54.261-08:00Race To OblivionReena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-57397975487756010052012-10-06T05:56:00.002-07:002012-10-06T05:56:30.248-07:00ParanoiaIt's been a while. I can't say I miss blogging because I've found a different way to pour my heart out. For the past few months, I've been trying to keep a journal. However, I couldn't do it. Just like I am with this blog, I can't constantly update it because honestly, I suck at words. When I have a lot to think of, I grab my bike and pedal away from all of it. I guess I prefer running away from it all. You see, when I'm riding my bike, I stop thinking. It's like I'm in a different world where all I have to think about is keeping the bike moving. Unfortunately, once I stop, the problems invade my mind like they were just waiting for my feet to stop pedaling. When I stop, I am brought back to the world I tried very hard to run away from. Usually, I can handle it on my own. Sometimes, I need a little talk with my girls, with my bestfriend, and with other people who give good advice, then I'm good to go. Problem Solved. End of discussion. However, there are problems that I can't even tell my friends, or my family. I don't feel like opening up because it's my problem. They shouldn't be concerned with it anymore. Should they?<br />
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So here I am, finding some guidance on the internet. I know no one reads my blog, but at least I can feel like somehow, I've released this negative vibe that's been eating me up.<br />
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A week. A week from now I'm going to go to the doctor for another check-up. I know I shouldn't be scared , but I can't help it. What if the doctor tells me exactly what I've been dreaming of? How would I react? How would my mom react? Imagine, an 18-year old girl with that sickness? Wow, how pitiful. I'm scared because every day, I feel it getting bigger. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but this paranoia is eating me up, making me dread the day when I go to that doctor's office.<br />
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Yes, this time it's a real problem. It's not some stupid high school infatuation that obviously filled this blog. It's not some simple story abut what happened during the past few months. It's just my fear. My fear of being sick. My fear of dying. My fear of this.<br />
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In a week's time, you'll hear from me. I just hope you're all praying for good news.Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-75741058893498700112011-05-22T02:55:00.000-07:002011-05-22T02:55:26.696-07:00Weekend of thoughtsHello again my precious blog! ♥ I'm sorry, again, for not posting anything for the past few weeks. I've been too preoccupied with other stuff, hence, making me forget to write what I feel. Honestly, I don't know what to say 'cause my life is as boring as hell. No lovelife, no problems, no everything. HAHAHA. I'm on the brink of telling my friends, <i>Awayin niyo naman ako. Ang boring ng buhay ko. </i>But of course, I won't do that. :))<br />
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Anyway, I'm in Baguio this weekend. My last out-of-town trip before my classes start. <i>Boo La Salle for starting school early. </i>:))) I'm actually glad that my parents decided to treat us here because I needed to get away from Laguna and feel the coldness. :))<br />
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Soooo, as usual, I don't have anything to say. So, I'm just going to post a picture! :D Tata! :D<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are my 3rd term grades. I originally had a problem with my CBESTA1 grade 'cause I needed a 2.5, but I only got a 2.0. I appealed to my professor. At fist, he didn't approve, but I saw that the score in my first quiz was wrongly recorded. I pointed out that mistake and I got the grade I wanted. Sooo, I just need o get a 2.5 on both my COMALGE and BUSCALC subjects, then I'm good to go for shifting to BSA! Yes, I still want to shift. I'm not giving up 'cause it's my lifelong dream. (Okaaay, that was an exaggeration. I only wanted it since I was in 3rd year high school.) Anyway, I still pray every night, hoping that my prayers will make my dream come true. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That covers April. Moving on to March, there's only one important event on that month. March 4, 2011. I know it's my mom's birthday, but what I'm about to relate is not about her. I saw him that night. I wasn't expecting it 'cause I only invited Mark and Carla. He was finally there in front of me and it hurt like hell. I pretended that I didn't care about him (I'm good in that field.) I acted like the freaking martyr again. I even told Carla and him to kiss, just for fun. I kept hugging Mark, whispering that I couldn't take it anymore. At the end of the night, I hugged him, hoping that this will be the last time that I'll ever face him. He texted me that night, saying that he was sorry about the kiss between him and my bestfriend during their previous inuman session. I told him that the kiss hurt me, but I wasn't willing to be mad at my bestfriend because of a boy. He said sorry again and I forgave him. I told him that I wanted us to be friends again. I actually hoped that we could be close like before. However, he didn't show that he wanted to be friends with me again. I actually got jealous by the way Carla and him talks/hangs out. It was painful so I decided that I want nothing to do with him. No stories from Carla, no text messages, no everything. I just wanted to move one. As of now, I'm only 20% complete in this horrendous process. I loved him for more than 4 years, it's not easy to lose something like that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, I think that's it. I instantly became depressed. Luuuuul. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Till next time. :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-89315250474713496132011-01-14T07:15:00.000-08:002011-01-14T07:19:58.364-08:00ONE GOOD REASON<font face="tahoma">I am sorry for not blogging. I have been so caught up with my academics that I couldn't find the time to type in this empty, white space you call a blog. Haha. (Yeah, it's corny. Haha) My 3rd term's amazing. I got a lot of breaks and I spend it with Club Princess. Me and my girls have become closer and I can see them being my friends throughout my college life.<br />
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My life's an open book to everyone right now because I'm really not that secretive anymore. That's why I barely blog about my life because it's boring as hell. I don't have time to look for love or even have a relationship under these conditions. For the time being, I'm focused on my studies and getting into the BSA program. My only desire for this year is to make it as a student majoring in Accountancy. All I want for this year is to make my wish come true. Of course, I believe that wishes don't come true unless you do something to make it become real.<br />
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Although, I have two mind boggling problems. Three nights ago, I was looking at C's facebook profile. It was an action I regretted because when I looked at his photos, I felt something deep inside me that I only felt when I was still in love with him. Up to now, I'm still torturing myself for not getting over him after all that he's done. I keep telling myself, <i>Enough. He's hurt you to much. </i>But it doesn't happen. All I get are these tears running down my face, reminding me of my never-ending stupidity. I mean, it has been years since first fell for him, but the memory of him is still alive. He isn't even being a friend to me right now but he's still residing in this dying heart of mine. I guess I'm torn between missing the friendship, or missing(or searching) for his love that I know never existed. Okay, I'm being melodramatic but I guess I just want to get this over with. If there was only a machine that deletes a person's memory of a specific person, I'll definitely use it ----- just to take me away from this misery.<br />
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I'm too tired to tell you of my other problem. So, I'll cut the story short. Is it true that when a friend of yours has a relationship, he sometimes forgets that he has a friend? Well that's happening to me now. I guess it's just weird that I don't personally know Mark's girl. I don't even know what she's like, that's why I'm feeling like this. I just miss talking to my two bestfriends so much.<br />
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<b>Cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health. </b>Yes, I am sticking to my belief that cigarettes ruin a person's life. I won't interfere with my friends' decision about this because I have the feeling that the cigarettes is more important than listening to me. Yeah, I'm hurt. Both of my bestfriends smoke in front of me, and I let them because I want them to realize, on their own, that I don't like it and that I get hurt deep inside, knowing that they think it's okay with me. I hate this feeling. I don't want to have a grudge against my bestfriends, but I can't help it. I was torn when they smoked in front of my house, on my f-ing birthday and they didn't even notice. They are my friends but cut me some slack, <i>I just don't want to see my friends throwing their life away. </i><b>And if you disagree with my stand, tell me ONE GOOD REASON on why cigarettes are good for you. </b>Remember, ONE GOOD REASON. A reason that I cannot contradict.<br />
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Guess that's all. I'm swamped because I spent the day with Carla Mae. Good night guys. I hope you find peace in your sleeeep! >:D<</font>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-41458937226280135942011-01-03T21:59:00.000-08:002011-01-03T21:59:05.653-08:00A Story Meant for the Garbage Can :P Leave comments!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Prologue<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">San Fernando, Pampanga was experiencing a strong storm that evening. The authority advised the people to stay in their homes and be ready for anything that might happen. Apparently, this news did not reach the group of young people headed to San Fernando City for a weekend getaway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Hun, are you sure about this? The rain’s getting worse.” Silver, a beautiful brunette, addressed her boyfriend, Lanz. They were leading the convoy of 3 cars. She was getting worried on the current weather and in the fact that they were driving with haste along the San Fernando bridge. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“B, we’ve already come this far. And I think the resort’s not far away.” Lanz reassured her 2-year long girlfriend. Silver still had this feeling that everything was not okay and their safety was at a risky place, but she decided to believe her boyfriend, since he was the one who knew this place thoroughly. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Okay, just slow down. It’s dangerous to drive fast in this weather.”, she advised, but Lanz seemed like he hadn’t heard her at all. He remained driving in a 120 km/hr range. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Unfortunately for them, a truck carrying heavy equipment lost control of his brakes. It was coming right at them and as a human instinct, Lanz tried to avoid the truck ----- leading to the direct impact of the truck to the passenger side of the SUV. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Blood was shed and the car was seriously damaged. Silver, age 18, was barely breathing and her boyfriend was passed out. This tragic accident led to the numerous screams of the people in that convoy. Numbers were dialed and people were trying so hard to keep both of their friends alive. Later on, ambulance sirens were heard and those people were still hoping that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">That happened in exactly 9:20 in the evening of May 14, 2010. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">New York City was as vibrant as ever. It was a sunny day, a perfect day for a car race. The stadium was filled with a lot of people and sometimes, you could only see them as ants, waiting for their food. Within this crowd was a black-haired, mysterious 20-year old guy, who was very much involved in the race, which was greatly disapproved by his 1-month long girlfriend. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Ivan, you have got to stop this nonsense. This is dangerous.”, his girlfriend, Callie pleaded. Ivan was the type of guy who was adventurous. He loved extreme sports, dangerous getaways --- you get the point. It was too bad that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate any of this. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Cal, chill aryt? This is simple car racing. What could possibly go wrong?” He flashed his famous smile and Callie was in a haze again. It was hard not to be dazzled by this awesome piece of work. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">A gun was fired and all that was heard was the sound of screeching, accelerating tires. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ivan was having the time of his life. He grinned as he passed by numerous cars, sensing his near victory. He pressed on the gas some more and he felt the car speed up. He really liked this because it was as if his life was fast forwarding to the future. He was forgetting every single detail of his horrible past and the actions he has done to get what he wanted and what he has right now. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Because of this split-second trip-down-memory-lane distraction, he wasn’t able to turn in the right time. He felt the car slide across the race track and hit the concrete pavement. People were screaming and the car was on fire. Medics neared him and tried very hard to remove his body from the burning car. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Before Ivan passed out completely, the last thing he saw was 9:20am, May 14, 2010. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Two accidents that happened in different continents, on the same time and on the same date. Who would’ve known that two souls will meet without the help of physical touch? Who would’ve known that it is possible to meet your true love in the most inconvenient way possible? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Merry Christmas hunnies! <3 I hope you spent the day with your family, friends, and of course, Jesus. :) We must not forget that this day is celebrated because of the birth of Jesus. One of the things that I learned in the nine morning masses I attended, is that Christmas is so commercialized. It's all about noche buena, giving and receiving of gifts, etc. We forget that we should spend the day honoring the coming of our savior, Jesus Christ. For example, only a few went to mass today. It's a fact because our chapel isn't even full and I'm assuming that a lot of you, readers, have not attended mass yet. Am I right? BIG MISTAKE. December 25 is a holiday of obligation, meaning that you should attend mass!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anyway, I should stop with the religious paragraph. Haha. I enjoyed my Christmas day with the del Rosario Family. We attended mass, ate a lot, gave gifts and laughed along with the craziness of the family raffle. :) I got a lot of gifts because of the fact that I have 7 uncles and aunts. Hihi. :"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My birthday's on Monday and I'm kinda hurt because my 2 bestfriends aren't coming and my only guy bestfriend is going to be late. Good to know they value my birth day. :| I know I'm being bitchy about this but I was looking forward to spend my birthday with them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I should probably stop typing because I got nothing to say. Merry Christmas again! :)</span>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-7382790223486292182010-12-23T17:13:00.000-08:002010-12-23T17:39:56.198-08:002nd term grades = EXTREME HAPPINESS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q4zC0l7Fj6tkboNXDp28MmK-foL_3T_PMGWNUa7fshv9xV2sXnp4jTBvCslCObet_iO4N6e0FWQNmyHkXxoMaGPPzETtZqC_1jBgepEyFLNm9Cm7RXrvgJj0WwbEix5oVKCX4_7-Sw/s1600/grades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Q4zC0l7Fj6tkboNXDp28MmK-foL_3T_PMGWNUa7fshv9xV2sXnp4jTBvCslCObet_iO4N6e0FWQNmyHkXxoMaGPPzETtZqC_1jBgepEyFLNm9Cm7RXrvgJj0WwbEix5oVKCX4_7-Sw/s320/grades.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My Christmas is going to be a good one, most especially because of my grades this 2nd term! :) Look at it and tell me a single reason why I shouldn't be happy. :)) (Oh yeaaah, BUSORGA. :| ) Anyway, I got in the first honors dean's list, thus, making me enroll in advance next online enrollment! I love you God! I owe this all to you. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Oh yeah, I recently completed the nine morning masses. :) Soooo happy. :D Any, I'm not in the mood to blog, soooo.. I'll just type the story I'm writing. Love you! </span></div>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-54660483317895299042010-11-01T01:52:00.000-07:002010-11-01T01:52:50.523-07:00Gimme horror!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why hello again my website of useless rants. I've seriously missed you coz' I haven't been myself in the past few days. I visited Candy Mag yesterday, and I admit it, I missed hanging out in there. That was where I met my Bee, Bru and all the other girls that I now call friends. Although, it was depressing to see that my stories rotted in there. No one seemed to care anymore coz' I kept breaking promises on the updates. I now promised myself to finish everything before posting so as to avoid future disappointments. As we speak, I'm brainstorming ideas for a new story that I'm writing. However, this story is different. It is in the third-person point of view, and it is like a book when you read it. No more color-coded conversations and different points of view. I wanted to try something new and this is what I want. </span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">K SHIT. I don't know what else to say. My life is as boring as it is. I don't have a guy to love, no friends to be mad at and definitely no family problems. Sometimes I wish that a problem may come so my life will be less boring. :| :| :| </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I gotta stop typing now. Waiting for the download of Shutter so I can watch a horror movie worth watching! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m messy. If you could see my room, it always seems like a storm hit and messed it up. Nope, that’s not the case --- I did that mess all by myself.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I studied in the US of A when I was in Kindergarten. White stockings and an awesome dress to school rocks! >:D<</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I used to think I was a good singer. I actually attended Center for Pop Music classes. Unfortunately, reality hit me and I finally realized that I made my listener’s ears bleed.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had my first crush in Kindergarten and I still remember his name and his face. Kevin Carrerra. :”></span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I got back from the US of A, I didn’t know how to speak Filipino. I learned to speak the language again when I became a grade school student.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I can’t count how many planes I’ve ridden.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I am in love with horror movies but I easily get scared. I’m the type of girl who likes to close her eyes when she knows there is something scary that is about to happen, but opens it in the exact time the scary thing reveals itself. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I only have one crush at a time. And when I say I have a crush on you, that’ll last til’ you lose your face or you do something that will turn me off.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I hate smokers but I have loved one and my bestfriend smokes. So this is kind of ironic.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I won the title of 1<sup>st</sup> runner up, Ms. Woodhills when I was in grade 4. I paraded around my subdivision, waving like a professional beauty queen. I swore that I will never do that again. It was totally embarrassing.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">11.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I lived in Davao City for almost 3 years. I studied in Ateneo De Davao and it was awesome.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">12.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Despite my long residency in Mindanao, I never learned the Visayan language.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">13.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m afraid of the dark. I don’t sleep without a night light on. In the past, I couldn’t even sleep alone in my room. But when my sister moved to Katipunan, I was forced to deal with the fact that I was to sleep alone in that room. (with all the lights on)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">14.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I was a “batang-kalye” when I was a child. I would play patintero, moro-moro, Chinese garter, and the like, in bare foot. I didn’t like wearing slippers, but when I acquired a worm in my stomach, I started to wear my slippers more often.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">15.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I never imagined I would study in De La Salle University. I always believed that I would pass the UPCAT. But my intelligence failed me. :|</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">16.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m a nerd, but I’m so lazy when it comes to studying subjects I’m not interested in.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">17.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had a dream wherein I was placed in a coffin because I died (DUH), and I was watching my loved ones react to my death. (WEIRD KO)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">18.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I used to finish my assignment quickly so I can watch Scooby Doo. (I was easily manipulated when it comes to Scooby Doo. :D)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">19.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I cut class when I was in Grade 3. It was for a stupid reason, actually. I thought it was already lunch time, when in reality, it was only recess. When I finally realized I was wrong, classes had already started. I didn’t want my teacher to scold me so I roamed around the school, avoiding the guards. >:)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">20.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m a PSYSC kid, and always will be. <3</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">21.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m the type of person who sacrifices for friends and exchanges her happiness for another person’s happiness.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">22.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I believe in Hoes Over Bros. Friends before those useless boys. >:)</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">23.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have never gone to the cemetery on the exact day of All Souls Day (Undas). There are a lot of people and I can’t handle that.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">24.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I used to think a ghost lies down an empty space in a bed, so I always scatter my pillows so all the empty spaces will be covered. Scratch the I USED part. I still believe in this! Swear! :))</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">25.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I like to go biking, but some people won’t allow me to ride my bike because of safety reasons. :|</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">26.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I like to write stories but it bugs me when people read it. It makes me awkward because I know my writing is not that good.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">27.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I like to watch teleseryes. I currently watch Survivor, Grazilda, Ilumina and Beauty Queen. In the past, I was very much addicted to Encantadia. :) <3</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">28.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I get easily irritated, I just don’t show it.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">29.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I have PMS, you’d wish you weren’t my friend. HAHA. MEAN. :)) >:)</span></span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> He made me act like there was nothing wrong in front of him, when deep inside I was crying. I did it only because I didn't want him to think that I got hurt. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I hate smokers but when I learned that he was smoking, I let it pass. WTF?! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I only got jealous twice -- with different girls. His bestfriend and his current girlfriend. :| </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I used to text him ILY when I get drunk. Stupid right?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I have this feeling in my stomach whenever he's close. It's like I have a radar in my body. :|</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I used to wait for his text every millisecond of the second.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I used to blog about him a lot ---- okay, until now. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> Even though I hid him from my news feed, I tend to look at his profile everytime I go online. :| </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> I try and try and try and try to forget about him but I haven't succeeded in that. :| </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> He makes me cheer up with a simple HI. :) </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> When I see his name on my cellphone, I tend to jump and squeal in delight.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> He made me cry on this year's JS Prom. :> Don't ask why. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">> He always makes me feel so special. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, It's October and I got a lot of people to greet. My brother, Anton, coz' he's celebrating his 8th birthday, Pat and Chat, my college friends, for their 17th and 16th birthday, respectively. :) And yeah, his birthday's also coming up and I'm still thinking if I should greet him or not. Haha. Sometimes, I wished my birthday was on this month so my birthday and Christmas gift wouldn't be the same. Hahaha. I sound so selfish. :)) </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sh1t. I have loads to tell you but I need to sleep. :| I'm very sleepy naaa! :D </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Enjoy this post. I shall post a long one on Wednesday for I will study for Accounting and College Algebra tomorrow. </span></span>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-24910295940832000412010-07-26T06:29:00.000-07:002010-07-26T06:29:10.136-07:00To Rant or Not To Rant?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is me, thinking of nothing to blog about. I mean, I've been like this for the past few months. <i>Ganito pala nagagawa sayo ng walang lovelife no, wala kang malagay sa blog. </i>Believe it or not, my life is generally peaceful. My friends, my family, my lovelife is stable. Though there are a few problems, it's not that big to rant about. But since I have nothing else to say, and for the sake of humoring you with my small scale problems, I'll type em' here. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>It's gone. </b>My love for him is gone, and I'm not used to it. My whole high school life I believed that he was the one, that I cannot find anyone else. But here I am, wondering why I feel so empty. Once that feeling went away, I feel like there's something missing inside of me. Of course, not all the love is gone. There's some left, the amount of friendship. The love that is left is for the friendship and for the fact that I did love him, and we did have memories. Those memories will be locked up in my heart forever. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'll end your misery. I'll stop typing, promise. TTFN.</span></span>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-87144514960650305432010-06-30T06:35:00.000-07:002010-06-30T06:35:21.011-07:00Pilyang Kerubin<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally, after 13 days, we patched things up. He just needed a reason to open a conversation with me. This may sound negative but I gave up 3 friends but I gained our friendship again (Mark's and mine). I fought with 3 of my CLOSEST friends because of a dare. I knew I might hurt them with what I said, that's why I said sorry, but they didn't acknowledge it. Some say that they valued their image to others rather than our friendship. Well I just hope we can patch things up coz' I hate fighting with people. I'm still happy that that happened coz' without that fight, Mark and I won't be able to reconcile. :) Cool. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Imma watch tv now. :D Goodbyeeee! :) </span></span>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-16932780903020112972010-04-13T06:55:00.000-07:002010-04-13T06:55:49.119-07:00Randomness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sorry for not posting. :| Been busy, and I've got nothing to blog about. Haha. <i>Kahit ngayon, </i>I'm clueless on what to put here.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hm, for the first time in the history of blog posting, I have nothing to say about anything in my life right now. I'm happy, nothing hurts ~ or maybe I just got used to it. Haha. Tough to say. <i>Medyo kasi, wala na akong pakialam. </i>I don't care anymore. I don't know why but I ended up careless. Haha. <i>Cool nga eh. </i>I don't have to worry about anything. :) </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well maybe I do. Hm, the results of my reconsideration for Accountancy in DLSU will be posted on April 16, and I'm freakin' nervous. What if I don't get in? :| Disappointment <i>yun sa parents ko </i>for sure. :| I better think positive. I CAN DO IT. :) HAHAHA. I sound crazy no? :D </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hm, what if I tell you I'm over him? Would you believe me? :D Serious question, I want a serious answer. :D</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Better go na. I've nothing else to say. </span></span>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526201518088104949.post-78404949492314871012010-04-04T06:34:00.000-07:002010-04-04T06:34:08.618-07:00it ended just like that<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm tired, of everything. I'm tired of wasting my time, hoping for something to happen. Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have wished, hoped or dreamed that I had a chance with you. It's was stupid, I know. Here I am, the person to whom people refer, 'the smart one.', trying to stop the tears from falling because of her own stupidity. I made a mistake again. The same mistake I made when I loved <i>he-who-must-not-be named.</i> I thought I learned something when I moved on, but I guess, some things just don't change. I loved a person who loves someone else. WOW, BIG SURPRISE THERE. The only difference is that I told the second guy that I loved him. Maybe that makes a huge difference between them. The fact that I said those three words, it's different. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shouldn't be crying like this. EVERYONE told me that there was no hope from the start, but I didn't listen. He already dodged the topic of me liking him but still, I hoped for something. She already confessed that he told her he loves her, but still, deep inside me, I hoped, for something to happen. But once again, I made a huge mistake. One that'll change everything. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My head aches. My freaking heart aches. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two heartbreaks in my highschool life. Boyfriends? Zero. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Very cool, ayt? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">kthxbye. :| </span></span></div>Reena♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/13762491342503671269noreply@blogger.com0