Its like i’m giving my best, spending all my time studying and yet its not enough. What am I stupid? What do I have to do to do well?!
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happens to the best of us
You want a bag. Its perfect. You want it the moment you see it. Its beautiful .You never wanted anything else in your life. So you save for it. Wishing, hoping and anticipating the time that it would finally be yours. You do everything you have to do just so you could get that bag. When you finally get have the money…
You find out that someone has already snatched it away. Someone richer and somehow better than you. You feel disheartened and crushed.
To anyone who’s been in this situation…Well, you know im not talking about a bag here.
Its deeper, its more than that. Read between the lines.
dear kace. . .
I still miss you
If my memory serves me right, you greeted me last year=’c
I miss you kace=’c
I know you’re happy already,
but I just really miss you.
boo-hoos and yipeedoohs
BOO-HOO
Admu lost last Sunday. It was soooh baaadd=p Grrr. A game to forget.
YIPEE
San Miguel won the title last Sunday! HAHAHAHAHA! Galing!
Fell in love with this song over the weekend!
It’s not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It’s just the nearness of you
It isn’t your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It’s just the nearness of you
When you’re in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
But if you’ll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
ooh the nearness of you
When you’re in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
But if you’ll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you
without a doubt. i still feel this way.
Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smokey air
Can’t you feel the weight of my stare
You’re so close but still a world away
What i’m dying to say, is that
Chorus:
I’m crazy for you
Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true
I never wanted anyone like this
It’s all brand new, you’ll feel it in my kiss
I’m crazy for you, crazy for you
Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all
Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath i’m deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you’ll see
17 at last ^_^
So, i’ve been seventeen for a day and I actually feel seventeen-whatever that means. Its like i’m so sick of being 16 and have moved on to being 17. Okay, I don’t think that makes sense but that’s how I feel.
Anyway, I just had a small celebration yesterday with my college friends over pizza at school (that sounds so mature-I know. hahaha)=) It was fun-quick lang. I also realized something though… Birthdays aren’t as BIG as they used to be. I’m like, okay I’m a year older and then get on with my life4.
So, there i’m a year older, wiser, better and whatever -er I could think of.
I’ve had such a happy birthday. I was deeply touched by the people who remembered me. LOTSALOVE!! I felt so special. I really appreciate it.<3
*sigh* so disappointing…
She only becomes my friend when there’s no one else to go with. She only talks to me when she has something to brag about. She leaves me alone when someone cooler comes along (that rhymes haha).
She probably doesnt like my geekiness and oddness. I dont care. I love my odd self. oh and i love the hyenas as well. they’re as whacked and odd as i am. haha.
lucky me i found them. *mwah mwah*
the things i cannot express
I feel sad today. I have no idea why. I know there’s something missing, I just couldn’t figure it out. Okay, I probably know what it is but its just hard to explain it..
the about me part in my friendster acct…La lang.
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I’m a 12 year old trapped in a soon to be 17 year old’s body or is it a 39 year old trapped in a soon to be 17 year old’s body?…Also i’m a walking contradiction.I can be laughing one minute, crying the next, loud then quiet. i cannot be classified by one category. people often label me as maarte, madaldal, corny, vain, boyish, shy, makulit,childish but most often unpredictable and moody. I really don’t care, label me whatever you want, suit yourself. Nothing ever comes close anyway. My life’s philosophy, “live and let live” (deep noh,haha!!). It takes awhile for me to warm up to people but when I finally do I am feriocously (im guessing that’s the right spelling if not, message me.) loyal. I am happy with my life and at peace with myself. I’d rather surround myself with real people who have no pretensions. I do not care about the status, the clothes your wear or the people you know, I keep things plain and simple. I appreciate people by the little things that they do. Its not hard to please me, just be yourself … oops, i think i made that clear already. On a lighter note, I’ve had a huge crush on ryan merriman since i was eleven, hehe. I really don’t take myself seriously. hehe.=) i love life, my family, my friends and God.=) Also, I understand that I cannot please everyone but would it would be too much to ask for people to at least give me a chance?? Haha. Laugh more often, hate a little less and love a lot more.=) Overall, I think im a good girl…but then again you’d never know right?hehe…*wink*
find out for yourself..
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“Be who you are, say what you feel. Cause those who matter don’t mind and those who mind dont matter” -Dr. Seuss