haven’t you heard? i’m cool!

i used to really hate sweet loveyd ovey quotes because i really could never relate and that just sucked like hell. but yeah, now… it just feels really good to you know.. finally relate

well, not ALL. i’m still a lil emo deep down inside :p

it`s amazing the things you realize when you lose someone:
you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could’ve a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they’re gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

I missed 11:11 by just a minute last night;
I guess that’s fate’s way of telling me
you’re not worth wishing for anymore.

Like a warm summer night,
or kisses on the forehead..
you`re all kinds of smiles to me
Everything`s perfect when we kiss

i’m just a summer girl
i wear flip flops
when i let my hair down
thats when the party starts
who needs a boyfriend
i got my girl friends
when we get together

the summer never ends

You know he’s something special
when no matter what kind of mood you’re
in, he can always manage to make you smile.

Before I met you, I never knew what
it was like to be able to look at someone
and smile for no reason.

you wrapped your arms around me,
pressing your body against mine,
& in that moment of perfection
i knew we were meant to be..
& i never wanted you to let me go

ve met a guy; who`s not scared to laugh at me
& call me a loser when i do something dumb.
a guy that`ll run up behind me & cover my
eyes & ask me to guess who he is, even
though it`s pretty obvious. a guy who hides
behind a corner
& jumps out to scare me,
so he’d have a reason to hold me. a guy that
leaves me numberous voicemails, just cause.
a guy that`d call to wake me up in the morning,
cause he wants to be the first voice i hear each
day
. a guy that would never let go of my hand.
a guy that would look me in the eyes & tell me he
loves me. & mean it. yeah, that guy. i think i found
the guy
i`m supposed to give my whole heart to.

He`s the boy that will grab your hand
& pull you into the middle of the road to dance.
No people. No cars. No music.
He just wanted an excuse to hold you close

you`re not the kind of guy that would
ignore me when you`re with your friends,
but hold me tighter & kiss me a little
harder, just to make them jealous.

Live your life so the preacher
doesnt have to lie at your funeral

Last summer, well, I made mistakes.
This summer, well, I’ll make more.

It’s so hard to be strong when you love the one thing that makes you weak.

One summer and one boy..
and suddenly, things werent the same.. ❤

They got me smiling when it hurts;
nothing exactly measures to what my
best friends are truly worth

She talks about you
like you put the stars in the sky.

find the one you can be yourself in front of.
you can smile, you can cry, you can scream,
you can kiss, you can hug, you can fight &
make up by the end of the night and would
still be absolutely crazy about each otherx3.

and one day we will die, and our ashes will fly
from the airplane over the sea. but for now
we are young. let us lay in the sun and count
every beautiful thing we see.

we fight over things that don’t matter,
and we say things that we only end up wishing we could take back.
but you’ll always be the only one i want to be in love with at the end of each day.

It’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled head. When you’re away I’m missing you to death.

there’s nothing more dangerous, than a bad boy with charm.

Sometimes when you’re dealing with extraordinary people, you need to take a risk.

Second chances are about holding on to that other person’s hand no matter how hard they beg to let go.

She was always second best, so she never thought she’d be the first he picked. She never thought he wanted her so bad

I remember the times being just friends with you.
& I remember the time when I could look at you
& not want to kiss you.

I’m not perfect. I’ll annoy you, I’ll piss
you off, say stupid things, then take it all back. But put all that
aside, and realize that you’ll never find a girl who cares more about
you than me.

i want someone who wont care
that i hate wearing shoes
that im incapable of sitting still,
that i cant grasp the concept of cleaning
and i refuse to be ladylike.
someone who realizes
that half the decisions i make
are usally ones that i regret
and i have the right to overreact at any given moment.
i want someone who knows im completely insane
but wouldnt want me any other way

She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos,
and you can see it in her eyes.

“You know that place
between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember
dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you, that’s where I’ll be
waiting.”

-Peter Pan

But if I wanted silence, then I would whisper.
If I wanted loneliness, then I’d choose to go.
If I liked rejection, then I’d audition,
and if I didn’t love you, you would know.

Climb out on the rooftop and stare at the city lights below us. This world belongs to us tonight.

i want to be that girl he’s scared to lose. the one that he
can’t walk away from knowing shes mad at him. the one
who he can’t fall asleep without her voice being the last
one he hears. the one he wouldn’t know what to do without.

my paradise isnt on a beach…its in his arms

i need you like a bad habit ❤

The trouble with life is that there is no backround music.



i dare you to read this…

TOO CONFIDENTIAL FOR ANYONE
TO HANDLE

 Honestly, most of the time,
I don’t know who I am or who I’m supposed to be. Most of the time I’m either
too scared to show people who I really am or I’m too scared that I’d be too
much for them and the more I think about who I am or who I’m supposed to be or
who people expect me to be, the more I don’t know who I really am and the more I
want to run away. But in short, I guess I’m just a very scared little girl who
dreams of running away way too much. Because honestly, running away seems so
easy to do but once again, I guess I’m too afraid to hurt the people who care
for me to actually do that. So my favorite times of the day are those times
when I’m alone because there’s no one around to tell me who I’m supposed to be
so it’s easier to remember who I am.

 I’ve been a Born Again
Christian for over 12 years now but I’ve only been praying and reading the
bible on a regular basis for less than 2 months now and within these past two
months of committing myself to the Lord, I’ve smoked, drank, snuck out of the
house and almost had PMS [but only because I let it happen but never again.
Never again]. All of these, except drinking, are completely against my morals
and they’ve always been against everything I believed in even before I started
truthfully going to church.

 I drink not because I think
it’s “cool” or because everyone’s doing it. I guess I drink because I like the
feeling of getting drunk [even though I’ve only gotten completely wasted once].
I like the fact that nothing’s holding me back and just because I know I can
get away with murder because “I was drunk” is the best alibi anyone can have
for doing something completely and uderly stupid. As for smoking, I don’t have
a good excuse to do it. Attention? Perhaps. Curiosity? Believable. Acceptance?
I’m more than a cigarette to my friends, I know that.

 Just because I said that I
don’t know who I am doesn’t mean I don’t know what kind of traits I posses. I
do, I know a lot about me but then there are still a lot of chunks and whatever
is bigger than chunks about me that I don’t know or I just can’t figure out.
Like, if I’m a genuinely nice person or if I’m simply two- faced. If I’m
extremely moody to most people but patient when it comes to people I’d like to
impress or to people I like or if I’m just fake. If I’m emotional or if I dodge
feelings a lot or if I’m just in denial of what’s real. You know, stuff like
that. But if there’s one thing about me that I’m certain about, one thing that
I couldn’t live without, it’s writing. I love writing. Poems, songs, essays,
diary entries, random i-hate-the-world notes and etc. It’s my high. And this
assignment is making me high. HAHA.

 I guess I love writing
because it’s always easier to sound like a God and at the same time a normal
person when it’s on paper and also because in my family, it is simply
unacceptable to display feelings other than happiness unless you’re the parent.
[I guess they’re exempted cuz they’re old] And because of this holy rule I
guess I just kinda got used to faking a smile and putting on a happy show. It’s
also been my reason to write. I honestly don’t remember a time in my life when
I didn’t have a diary or a journal.  At
the moment I have 3 online blogs (www.xanga.com/aa_bebe_phat_aa,
myspace and multiply), 1 journal, 1 special notebook that I fill up with letters
for the boyfriend and tons of old notebooks that go back to when I was really
young. And as geeky as it may sound, I always look forward to filling each page
with my most personal thoughts and feelings, most of which talk about my hopes,
my dreams, love and life.

 Aside from writing, sports
have always been a good drug for me. It’s always been a good help whenever I
didn’t want to care about anyone or myself. That’s why I try to take up as many
sports as possible because it’s also a fact that I get bored of the same things
easily.

 Sometimes I think people
think that I try to do everything because I need attention or whatever. But no,
I try to do everything because no one ever said I couldn’t and because I like
the experience. I say, “They’re just jealous because I have the guts to go out
there and actually do it.”

 Guts, that’s what I wanna
be known for. I wanna be known as the girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind
[but of course, I’d always have kick ass opinions]. I wanna be known as the
girl who did crazy things for crazy reasons but in the end, always found a way
to make her look like the good guy. I wanna be one hell of a smart ass. LMAO.

 Ever since I was a little
girl, I’ve always had a picture perfect idea of what my life would be when I
grew up. I was so sure that I would have my own family, I’d drive a car, have
kids, a husband [just one, hopefully because I don’t support divorce] and live
in a really big house. I also pictured myself as a big shot fashion designer
with my own fashion label which I’ve been planning, dreaming and preparing for
ever since I was in 1st grade. I would call my line Tish and
everyday young, teenage and adult women alike would race to the store to buy
all my designs.

 That’s still the life I
would rather have myself dreaming of but I can’t always have things my way.
[This is making me cry]

 Up until last year, my new
future was literally drawn out for me whether I wanted to live it or not. I was
told that it’s either I would take up nursing or I wouldn’t be able to go to
college at all. “Nursing is where the money is.” You wouldn’t believe how many
times I’ve heard that line and every time I play that line in my head, I feel
my insides tighten. I feel every piece of my body coil up because I never want
to be a nurse. It’s just not… me. But then again, maybe it is I just don’t know
it yet. But I swear to God, it’ll never truly
be me.

 But I’m not the kind of
person who just lets others win especially if it’s my life we’re talking about.
I don’t always have to win but I can always compromise. So now the new plan is
to take up nursing, go to the states, work for a year and go to fashion school.

 You’d think I’m a loser for
sure but ever since 3rd grade I already planned what school I’d go
to [the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, NYC] and I’ve been
practicing [I’ve worked for Bisaya Ispisyal, Wacky and our company plus the
designs I’ve made that I hide because I can’t draw.] So you see how important
it is that I get to do this. Now you know why it means so much to me.

 Sometimes I’m able to tell
myself that maybe it is a good idea to take up nursing simply because I get to
get away from my family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family to death but most
of the time, they can get so annoying. It’s just that, I’ve always had the
feeling that living with my mom and my step dad is something that one day I’d
have to pay for. Or if not, I always thought that being given the privilege to
live with them and live a better life than I could possibly have with my dad
meant that I had to be the better daughter compared to my other siblings
because if they didn’t take me, no one else would and I’d have nothing. Sometimes
doing good and accomplishing things seems more like a job than a dream.
Sometimes it feels like if I didn’t do well, I don’t deserve the blessings that
I have and that’s why sometimes failing seems like my biggest accomplishment. I
honestly cannot deny the joy I have of failing sometimes because it just feels
like something I would do and not something I’m supposed to.

 Another reason why leaving
sounds like a big burden lifted from my back is because I wouldn’t have to put
up with the common back lashing of the other parent. You see, I know my dad’s
irresponsible, I know he doesn’t care for me as much as he should and I don’t
need anyone to remind me of that because I’ve experienced it first hand. Right
now, I have a very sturdy philosophy on life and that’s to not expect too much
from anyone because in the end, you will
get disappointed, you will get hurt
and it’ll just suck like hell. I have my dad to thank for everything I believe
in. If my own family can hurt me this much, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone
else could.

 FACT: I used to cut myself.
It was a phase. I promised my mom I wouldn’t anymore though.

 FACT: One of the things I
want to do before I die is to try drugs. Not the kind you inject or you sniff
but the kind you smoke [just because I’m aware that I’m actually doing it]. I
just want to know how it feels like to be free. I wanna know how if feels like
to fly. I heard it does that. I know it’s wrong, I know what it does to the
body but I’d still do it anyways. Just once and I’d be happy.

 There’s still so much I’d
like to write about but I think I’ve taken up most of your time and my entry
could possibly be the longest one you have so I’ll just stop here and you can
talk to me whenever you want to.

 Teacher Braz, I’ve just
told you more things that I’ve ever told any adult in my whole life. I’ve told
you things I would NEVER EVER tell my own mother and I’m telling you this
because I trust you. Don’t think that I’m a bad person because I have different
point of views. I know you won’t anyways but yeah. I love you.

i dare you to read this…

TOO CONFIDENTIAL FOR ANYONE
TO HANDLE

 Honestly, most of the time,
I don’t know who I am or who I’m supposed to be. Most of the time I’m either
too scared to show people who I really am or I’m too scared that I’d be too
much for them and the more I think about who I am or who I’m supposed to be or
who people expect me to be, the more I don’t know who I really am and the more I
want to run away. But in short, I guess I’m just a very scared little girl who
dreams of running away way too much. Because honestly, running away seems so
easy to do but once again, I guess I’m too afraid to hurt the people who care
for me to actually do that. So my favorite times of the day are those times
when I’m alone because there’s no one around to tell me who I’m supposed to be
so it’s easier to remember who I am.

 I’ve been a Born Again
Christian for over 12 years now but I’ve only been praying and reading the
bible on a regular basis for less than 2 months now and within these past two
months of committing myself to the Lord, I’ve smoked, drank, snuck out of the
house and almost had PMS [but only because I let it happen but never again.
Never again]. All of these, except drinking, are completely against my morals
and they’ve always been against everything I believed in even before I started
truthfully going to church.

 I drink not because I think
it’s “cool” or because everyone’s doing it. I guess I drink because I like the
feeling of getting drunk [even though I’ve only gotten completely wasted once].
I like the fact that nothing’s holding me back and just because I know I can
get away with murder because “I was drunk” is the best alibi anyone can have
for doing something completely and uderly stupid. As for smoking, I don’t have
a good excuse to do it. Attention? Perhaps. Curiosity? Believable. Acceptance?
I’m more than a cigarette to my friends, I know that.

 Just because I said that I
don’t know who I am doesn’t mean I don’t know what kind of traits I posses. I
do, I know a lot about me but then there are still a lot of chunks and whatever
is bigger than chunks about me that I don’t know or I just can’t figure out.
Like, if I’m a genuinely nice person or if I’m simply two- faced. If I’m
extremely moody to most people but patient when it comes to people I’d like to
impress or to people I like or if I’m just fake. If I’m emotional or if I dodge
feelings a lot or if I’m just in denial of what’s real. You know, stuff like
that. But if there’s one thing about me that I’m certain about, one thing that
I couldn’t live without, it’s writing. I love writing. Poems, songs, essays,
diary entries, random i-hate-the-world notes and etc. It’s my high. And this
assignment is making me high. HAHA.

 I guess I love writing
because it’s always easier to sound like a God and at the same time a normal
person when it’s on paper and also because in my family, it is simply
unacceptable to display feelings other than happiness unless you’re the parent.
[I guess they’re exempted cuz they’re old] And because of this holy rule I
guess I just kinda got used to faking a smile and putting on a happy show. It’s
also been my reason to write. I honestly don’t remember a time in my life when
I didn’t have a diary or a journal.  At
the moment I have 3 online blogs (www.xanga.com/aa_bebe_phat_aa,
myspace and multiply), 1 journal, 1 special notebook that I fill up with letters
for the boyfriend and tons of old notebooks that go back to when I was really
young. And as geeky as it may sound, I always look forward to filling each page
with my most personal thoughts and feelings, most of which talk about my hopes,
my dreams, love and life.

 Aside from writing, sports
have always been a good drug for me. It’s always been a good help whenever I
didn’t want to care about anyone or myself. That’s why I try to take up as many
sports as possible because it’s also a fact that I get bored of the same things
easily.

 Sometimes I think people
think that I try to do everything because I need attention or whatever. But no,
I try to do everything because no one ever said I couldn’t and because I like
the experience. I say, “They’re just jealous because I have the guts to go out
there and actually do it.”

 Guts, that’s what I wanna
be known for. I wanna be known as the girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind
[but of course, I’d always have kick ass opinions]. I wanna be known as the
girl who did crazy things for crazy reasons but in the end, always found a way
to make her look like the good guy. I wanna be one hell of a smart ass. LMAO.

 Ever since I was a little
girl, I’ve always had a picture perfect idea of what my life would be when I
grew up. I was so sure that I would have my own family, I’d drive a car, have
kids, a husband [just one, hopefully because I don’t support divorce] and live
in a really big house. I also pictured myself as a big shot fashion designer
with my own fashion label which I’ve been planning, dreaming and preparing for
ever since I was in 1st grade. I would call my line Tish and
everyday young, teenage and adult women alike would race to the store to buy
all my designs.

 That’s still the life I
would rather have myself dreaming of but I can’t always have things my way.
[This is making me cry]

 Up until last year, my new
future was literally drawn out for me whether I wanted to live it or not. I was
told that it’s either I would take up nursing or I wouldn’t be able to go to
college at all. “Nursing is where the money is.” You wouldn’t believe how many
times I’ve heard that line and every time I play that line in my head, I feel
my insides tighten. I feel every piece of my body coil up because I never want
to be a nurse. It’s just not… me. But then again, maybe it is I just don’t know
it yet. But I swear to God, it’ll never truly
be me.

 But I’m not the kind of
person who just lets others win especially if it’s my life we’re talking about.
I don’t always have to win but I can always compromise. So now the new plan is
to take up nursing, go to the states, work for a year and go to fashion school.

 You’d think I’m a loser for
sure but ever since 3rd grade I already planned what school I’d go
to [the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, NYC] and I’ve been
practicing [I’ve worked for Bisaya Ispisyal, Wacky and our company plus the
designs I’ve made that I hide because I can’t draw.] So you see how important
it is that I get to do this. Now you know why it means so much to me.

 Sometimes I’m able to tell
myself that maybe it is a good idea to take up nursing simply because I get to
get away from my family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family to death but most
of the time, they can get so annoying. It’s just that, I’ve always had the
feeling that living with my mom and my step dad is something that one day I’d
have to pay for. Or if not, I always thought that being given the privilege to
live with them and live a better life than I could possibly have with my dad
meant that I had to be the better daughter compared to my other siblings
because if they didn’t take me, no one else would and I’d have nothing. Sometimes
doing good and accomplishing things seems more like a job than a dream.
Sometimes it feels like if I didn’t do well, I don’t deserve the blessings that
I have and that’s why sometimes failing seems like my biggest accomplishment. I
honestly cannot deny the joy I have of failing sometimes because it just feels
like something I would do and not something I’m supposed to.

 Another reason why leaving
sounds like a big burden lifted from my back is because I wouldn’t have to put
up with the common back lashing of the other parent. You see, I know my dad’s
irresponsible, I know he doesn’t care for me as much as he should and I don’t
need anyone to remind me of that because I’ve experienced it first hand. Right
now, I have a very sturdy philosophy on life and that’s to not expect too much
from anyone because in the end, you will
get disappointed, you will get hurt
and it’ll just suck like hell. I have my dad to thank for everything I believe
in. If my own family can hurt me this much, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone
else could.

 FACT: I used to cut myself.
It was a phase. I promised my mom I wouldn’t anymore though.

 FACT: One of the things I
want to do before I die is to try drugs. Not the kind you inject or you sniff
but the kind you smoke [just because I’m aware that I’m actually doing it]. I
just want to know how it feels like to be free. I wanna know how if feels like
to fly. I heard it does that. I know it’s wrong, I know what it does to the
body but I’d still do it anyways. Just once and I’d be happy.

 There’s still so much I’d
like to write about but I think I’ve taken up most of your time and my entry
could possibly be the longest one you have so I’ll just stop here and you can
talk to me whenever you want to.

 Teacher Braz, I’ve just
told you more things that I’ve ever told any adult in my whole life. I’ve told
you things I would NEVER EVER tell my own mother and I’m telling you this
because I trust you. Don’t think that I’m a bad person because I have different
point of views. I know you won’t anyways but yeah. I love you.

can you f’in dream like me?!

Jean Louise I. Chua IV- Platinum                                                     June 25, 2007

 

Of Dreams and Little Wishes

 

          It’s funny how dreaming comes so naturally for all of us.
And it’s silly how some of us dream and dream our all lives and wake up one day
to the bitter reality that we’ve either dreamed too much or we haven’t been
dreaming enough. Another funny thing about dreaming is how they are constantly
changing which just goes to show how we never really know what we want.

 

          When I was a little girl, I used to dream of being a
princess locked up in a tower with lots of toys and candy. I used to dream and
believe that if I dreamt that I was a princess long enough, I’d eventually turn
into one.

 

          As time few by, I realized that there wouldn’t be any
castle or rooms full of toys or candy. So to channel my disappointment, I
dreamed of different things. Things I could picture myself actually being.

 

          I dreamt of being a veterinarian (because I love animals),
a professional dog-handler (because I love dogs more than any animal in the
whole world), a writer (because I love to write), an actress (because I think I can act), a lawyer (because I
love steamy debates and I’m a good liar too), an internist (because that’s what
my mother brain washed me into wanting to be) and so many other things.

 

          And like many dreams, these wishes easily left as soon as
they came and I was again faced with endless possibilities of what I wanted to
be.

 

          But among all the things I’ve wanted and wished for, my
dream of being a fashion designer is the only real dream I’ve ever wanted to
accomplish more than anything in the entire world.  It’s just something that I’ve seriously wanted
to be. And I could tell you all the reasons why but I’d rather not. [hehe]

 

          If I could have all these things, that’d be great! I swear,
I’d be nothing but grateful. But if I’d have to choose between a life of glitz,
glamour and luxury over the one thing that I’d rather have for the rest of my
life, I’d change everything I’ve ever wanted in a minute. Because the truth is,
the one thing I truly dream for in life is to be happy – truly happy.

 

I want
to live the kind of life which doesn’t require me to look back and wish I did
this or wish I didn’t do that. I want to live a life surrounded by family and
friends and tons of blessings.

 

Don’t
let the package fool you, mister. I’m just a simple girl with simple wants and
wishes, is all. I’m not that high
maintenance.

can you f’in dream like me?!

Jean Louise I. Chua IV- Platinum                                                     June 25, 2007

 

Of Dreams and Little Wishes

 

          It’s funny how dreaming comes so naturally for all of us.
And it’s silly how some of us dream and dream our all lives and wake up one day
to the bitter reality that we’ve either dreamed too much or we haven’t been
dreaming enough. Another funny thing about dreaming is how they are constantly
changing which just goes to show how we never really know what we want.

 

          When I was a little girl, I used to dream of being a
princess locked up in a tower with lots of toys and candy. I used to dream and
believe that if I dreamt that I was a princess long enough, I’d eventually turn
into one.

 

          As time few by, I realized that there wouldn’t be any
castle or rooms full of toys or candy. So to channel my disappointment, I
dreamed of different things. Things I could picture myself actually being.

 

          I dreamt of being a veterinarian (because I love animals),
a professional dog-handler (because I love dogs more than any animal in the
whole world), a writer (because I love to write), an actress (because I think I can act), a lawyer (because I
love steamy debates and I’m a good liar too), an internist (because that’s what
my mother brain washed me into wanting to be) and so many other things.

 

          And like many dreams, these wishes easily left as soon as
they came and I was again faced with endless possibilities of what I wanted to
be.

 

          But among all the things I’ve wanted and wished for, my
dream of being a fashion designer is the only real dream I’ve ever wanted to
accomplish more than anything in the entire world.  It’s just something that I’ve seriously wanted
to be. And I could tell you all the reasons why but I’d rather not. [hehe]

 

          If I could have all these things, that’d be great! I swear,
I’d be nothing but grateful. But if I’d have to choose between a life of glitz,
glamour and luxury over the one thing that I’d rather have for the rest of my
life, I’d change everything I’ve ever wanted in a minute. Because the truth is,
the one thing I truly dream for in life is to be happy – truly happy.

 

I want
to live the kind of life which doesn’t require me to look back and wish I did
this or wish I didn’t do that. I want to live a life surrounded by family and
friends and tons of blessings.

 

Don’t
let the package fool you, mister. I’m just a simple girl with simple wants and
wishes, is all. I’m not that high
maintenance.

can you f’in dream like me?!

Jean Louise I. Chua IV- Platinum                                                     June 25, 2007

 

Of Dreams and Little Wishes

 

          It’s funny how dreaming comes so naturally for all of us.
And it’s silly how some of us dream and dream our all lives and wake up one day
to the bitter reality that we’ve either dreamed too much or we haven’t been
dreaming enough. Another funny thing about dreaming is how they are constantly
changing which just goes to show how we never really know what we want.

 

          When I was a little girl, I used to dream of being a
princess locked up in a tower with lots of toys and candy. I used to dream and
believe that if I dreamt that I was a princess long enough, I’d eventually turn
into one.

 

          As time few by, I realized that there wouldn’t be any
castle or rooms full of toys or candy. So to channel my disappointment, I
dreamed of different things. Things I could picture myself actually being.

 

          I dreamt of being a veterinarian (because I love animals),
a professional dog-handler (because I love dogs more than any animal in the
whole world), a writer (because I love to write), an actress (because I think I can act), a lawyer (because I
love steamy debates and I’m a good liar too), an internist (because that’s what
my mother brain washed me into wanting to be) and so many other things.

 

          And like many dreams, these wishes easily left as soon as
they came and I was again faced with endless possibilities of what I wanted to
be.

 

          But among all the things I’ve wanted and wished for, my
dream of being a fashion designer is the only real dream I’ve ever wanted to
accomplish more than anything in the entire world.  It’s just something that I’ve seriously wanted
to be. And I could tell you all the reasons why but I’d rather not. [hehe]

 

          If I could have all these things, that’d be great! I swear,
I’d be nothing but grateful. But if I’d have to choose between a life of glitz,
glamour and luxury over the one thing that I’d rather have for the rest of my
life, I’d change everything I’ve ever wanted in a minute. Because the truth is,
the one thing I truly dream for in life is to be happy – truly happy.

 

I want
to live the kind of life which doesn’t require me to look back and wish I did
this or wish I didn’t do that. I want to live a life surrounded by family and
friends and tons of blessings.

 

Don’t
let the package fool you, mister. I’m just a simple girl with simple wants and
wishes, is all. I’m not that high
maintenance.

bending backwards

oh, what a perfect day for another annual sobfest.
aren’t you used to this yet?

is it just me or has anyone ever felt the feeling that there will always be certain occassions in your life where no matter what you do or no matter how hard you try to get away from something, you will always be responsible for something that happened or something that is bound to happen? or like, the fact that you are part of someone directly makes you a rebound? if he isn’t here to be pissed at, you automatically get the nasty remarks. and because he’s not here to take the blame, you get it instead.

that’s exactly how i feel..

i do not doubt the fact that my dad loves me because love is so easy to give. my god, i could love a monkeys ass if i wanted to – that is, if i wanted. but no, i’m not asking anyone to love me, especially him because i honestly doubt that he knows what love really is. i want him to start acting like a dad and do something. because no one can live on love alone especially not me. not when i’m living off a guy who isn’t my blood but is pretending and trying his best to be for me all because that person who’s supposed to be doing all those daddy stuff isn’t here for me. or has never ever been there for me. and that is a fact and no one can ever try to deny that.

i know i should probably cut him some slack but i’m telling myself not to consider him anymore because he has never for a second considered me or my mom or my papa. and that’s just something i’ve been having to live with ever since before.

it just sucks to know that my mom and papa are so disappointed because he’s not doing his responsibilties. yes, it’s about money again and i know that i should be greatful that he already sends 1000 a month but seriously, i’m not stupid. i know that’s not him. and the fact that he needs his sister and mother to cover up for him just hurts a lot because in the end, i’ll end up looking like the dumb one.

another thing is, i justhate the fact that they’re mad/upset or whatever. because honestly, it feels like it’s my fault again. it feels like i should take the blame because he’s not here to take it. it feels like all their anger is going to pile up on me because i’m never going to have the guts to tell him this because i know he’ll tell me some sad sob story about how he doesn’t eat or how he works soo hard to support his family and whatever. aren’t i family too? don’t i deserve more than 1 k a month? that’s not even enough to pay for my bus, bitch.

the thing with him is, he thinks that that’s enough. he’s never even asked how i buy clothes or where i get the money to go out with friends. he doesn’t even ask me how much a get a week or if what he gives is enough. he thinks giving me a check for a luosy 1k is going to get him off the hook. it’s not like that. shallow a reality pill, buddy.

geez, sometimes the feeling of being a responsibility and burden is too much for me to handle. that’s why i can’t wait to finish college and live my own life. then i wouldn’t have to put with this.

so now, i’m not going to depend on him anymore. nor am i going to depend on my granny or tita annie to pick me up at school anymore. i think it’s better if we just forgot that we ever meant anything to each other. i guess it’ll be a little less complicated that way.

i hate the fact that we’re slaves of money. :[

as for my parents.. wa. na uwaw lang ko. cuz it’s my fault. or it just really feels like it is. idk. i’m always the problem.

bending backwards

oh, what a perfect day for another annual sobfest.
aren’t you used to this yet?

is it just me or has anyone ever felt the feeling that there will always be certain occassions in your life where no matter what you do or no matter how hard you try to get away from something, you will always be responsible for something that happened or something that is bound to happen? or like, the fact that you are part of someone directly makes you a rebound? if he isn’t here to be pissed at, you automatically get the nasty remarks. and because he’s not here to take the blame, you get it instead.

that’s exactly how i feel..

i do not doubt the fact that my dad loves me because love is so easy to give. my god, i could love a monkeys ass if i wanted to – that is, if i wanted. but no, i’m not asking anyone to love me, especially him because i honestly doubt that he knows what love really is. i want him to start acting like a dad and do something. because no one can live on love alone especially not me. not when i’m living off a guy who isn’t my blood but is pretending and trying his best to be for me all because that person who’s supposed to be doing all those daddy stuff isn’t here for me. or has never ever been there for me. and that is a fact and no one can ever try to deny that.

i know i should probably cut him some slack but i’m telling myself not to consider him anymore because he has never for a second considered me or my mom or my papa. and that’s just something i’ve been having to live with ever since before.

it just sucks to know that my mom and papa are so disappointed because he’s not doing his responsibilties. yes, it’s about money again and i know that i should be greatful that he already sends 1000 a month but seriously, i’m not stupid. i know that’s not him. and the fact that he needs his sister and mother to cover up for him just hurts a lot because in the end, i’ll end up looking like the dumb one.

another thing is, i justhate the fact that they’re mad/upset or whatever. because honestly, it feels like it’s my fault again. it feels like i should take the blame because he’s not here to take it. it feels like all their anger is going to pile up on me because i’m never going to have the guts to tell him this because i know he’ll tell me some sad sob story about how he doesn’t eat or how he works soo hard to support his family and whatever. aren’t i family too? don’t i deserve more than 1 k a month? that’s not even enough to pay for my bus, bitch.

the thing with him is, he thinks that that’s enough. he’s never even asked how i buy clothes or where i get the money to go out with friends. he doesn’t even ask me how much a get a week or if what he gives is enough. he thinks giving me a check for a luosy 1k is going to get him off the hook. it’s not like that. shallow a reality pill, buddy.

geez, sometimes the feeling of being a responsibility and burden is too much for me to handle. that’s why i can’t wait to finish college and live my own life. then i wouldn’t have to put with this.

so now, i’m not going to depend on him anymore. nor am i going to depend on my granny or tita annie to pick me up at school anymore. i think it’s better if we just forgot that we ever meant anything to each other. i guess it’ll be a little less complicated that way.

i hate the fact that we’re slaves of money. :[

as for my parents.. wa. na uwaw lang ko. cuz it’s my fault. or it just really feels like it is. idk. i’m always the problem.