Math upsets me. As in really upsets me. I hate it. Its just that I get it. I get what the stupid thing is about and still im not doing okay in that stupid subject.
I’m scared. I’m like super scared already. I’m reviewing for it but everything just goes downhill when the test paper is right infront of me.
I had the midterm earlier and I’m praying that I did well. I’m scared and nervous again. But the Lord’s mercy calms my heart. He would not place me here if I couldn’t do it. I should stop thinking about it. I gave it my best shot anyway.
I’ll try again.
Screw math.

My fishy that’s more maarte than me. Whahaha;)

It’s hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life…
Passes things get more comfortable
Everything is going right
And after all the obstacles
It’s good to see you now with someone else
And it’s such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we’ve been through
I know we’re cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown
We have changed but we’re still the same
After all that we’ve been throughI know we’re cool
And I’ll be happy for youIf you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles, and now we’re hangin’ out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we’ve been
I know we’re cool

Cool
Gwen Stefanie

I’ve said it a million times I am often upredictable and moody. Well, I am but one thing I can be sure of: I am always honest and basically what you see is what you get. I guess the thing with me is that I don’t always say what I feel, but when in the mood I know I can be relentless in saying how I feel. I guess it all boils down to that: I can be very very moody. Moody in a sense that I can be laughing one hour and then crying the next. My dad often says that with me, there’s no balance, its either im mad or im not. Some people have tried to define or “disect” my moodiness, but I don’t think they ever could cause I can’t even “disect” it myself.
I’m never in black in white though. For example with my non exsistent love life. I can never make up my mind, which can be a huge problem. I cannot just sit down and say, “This is who I like.” I’ve never made up and mind and no pressure though, because I know I’m not yet ready.
I know I am still a child at heart. I guess that’s where the contradiction starts. Its like there are times when I just want to be taken care of by my friends and family. Responsibilities sometimes scare me. I still love cartoons and daydreaming. I am still stuck in my own fantasy world.
But at the same time.I like the feeling of being “grown up” or matured. I like taking care of the people I love and “philosophical” movies as opposed to the cartoons. I love doing things my way and due to my own stubborness miss out on older people’s advices.
I’m at that point in my life wherein i’m contented with simply being who I am. A far cry of who I used to be. I am no longer bitter or drenched in self pity but I must admit those days come but I get over myself and move on.
I am no longer as superficial as I used to be. I’ve come to realized that looks aren’t everything. Okay, so maybe im not the prettiest of the bunch, I have come to realize that people who think that’s the only thing that’s important is not worth my time.
I am at that point wherein I strive to no longer be annoyed by people that I don’t like. Its either I ignore or understand where there coming from.
I think i’ve also learned the art of moving on. There have been a lot of things in my life that have caused bruises but I have decided to let it go already.
I have resolved to move on. There’s nothing else left to do. I used to be so consumed of what happened before that its pulling me back.
My life is so much better now. . . just cause I have learned to move on.

As usual Kae and I were seated next to each other in our principles of marketing class. We were talking about product features- it basically means that your product should have substance. After that was mentioned by our teacher, Kae looked at me and said, “That’s like our looks with substance theory.”
So what is our looks with substance theory?
Well, about four weeks ago, we were blinded by certain people’s “good” looks that we forgot all about what mattered most- the inside.
So after we found out what those people are really like, we realized that people become more good looking if they have substance. If they’re nice and honest and thoughtful. They become more attractive because they have substance.
So there, that’s the theory.
Interesting noh?

I know what you’re doing, I see it all to clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that Iwas born
There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide
You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me whyI say good-bye…
‘Cause I am barely breathingAnd I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
Everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel the pain
There’s nothing left to reason and only you to blame
Will itever change?
‘Cause I am barely breathing
And I can’t find the airI don’t know who I’m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
But I’m thinking it over anyway…
I’ve come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind
Is it friend or foe?
I rise above
Or sink below
With every time
You come and go
Please don’t come and go’

.:. the poeple I miss soooohh much.:.

.:. The hyenas.:.
Try spending a day with us, you wouldn’t stay sane long enough. whahahaha.;p

.:. With the fashion sisters, often called lokaretes too.:.
Chorong and Kristelle. OMG! Their laughter’s so contagious and their kwentos can brighten any one’s day. Seriously. They’re always hyper and on the go.;) I love them.;) (oh and yes I borrow thier shades from time to time..whahahaha)

.:. The whacked dynamic chocoduo hyenas.:. (our name gets longer every week hahaha!)
That is Kae. She’s as baliw as me and as kulit. As vain-yeah I think. My constant textmate (boo-hoo unlimited expired today!;’c). She gets me with the look lang and is my constant chocolate buddy. I’ve been blessed definetley:)
Imagine, we sit beside each other in each class and still we don’t run out of things to
talk about. We’re very shallow people. But who cares? Shallow is deep.

.:. Baby Dynamite.:.
NOTE: not trying to be mean here just a little humor wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

KULIT KWENTO 1
Topic: baby dynamite

People Involved: Kae, Darren, Rayon, Josh and Me.

Place: The Lounge (the place to be or rather-the only place to be…hehe)

Josh: Rayon, bagay kayo ni Kaboom!

(They all start laughing but since I’m clueless as usual, I ask who’s Kaboom)

Kae: The girl from *toot toot*

Rayon: Uyy, wag naman ang sama niyo!

Me: Huh? Sino un? Is she the one with short hair? (I continue describing her until Josh says…)

Josh: “Ung pangit!”

(I errupt in laughter)

Me: “Ang sama niyo!”

Darren: “May inner beauty naman un…”

Rayon: “Naglagay ka pa ng inner beauty!”

Kae: “You know what Ersh said? He said that when she held the roman candle, she held it the wrong way”

(All of us eruptted in laughter again…)