So tired of broken hearts and losing at this game *** JULY-AYAY

Ohayou people!!! I am here again updating this bloggy-blog blog of mine after ugh, two weeks? Oh well, nothing's up with me anyway. I don't know why but my life is very stagnant. :| No pagbabagos, you know. I felt like I am living just to wake up - go to school - go home - and sleep.

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What's the feeling of being bitter? Urban dictionary defines it as: to be pretty damn upset about something and maybe I've been bitter the past days. Argh. Why? It's because I am super in love with an anime character. Yes, I am. I am in love with L Lawliet of Death Note. He's always on my mind, eh? Yeah, this is weird. And then, I have a classmate on my speech subject (the one I mentioned on my previous blog) and he really looks like L, at least for me. I just can't resist to look at him because he's so L. I don't know if he knows L and makes himself look like him. Plus he's kind of a rocker type, which I really adore. Well, whatever. And that's the reason I consider him as my crush. BUT all of my friends are crushing on him too, selfish as I am, I just don't want the popular-to-the-girls-type-of-guy so that's why I've decided to stop crushing on him. So there it goes, he's not my crush anymore but whenever I see him, he reminds me of L again and then all I know is I ended up smiling. WAAAH. I hate this feeling. And I think this guy is liking one of my friends, this is fine with me. BUT as they all know that I have a crush on him, (which I just ended up) maybe they'll be thinking that I am super left behind, get me? I am not okay with that. You know, the your-crush-having-a-crush-with-a friend-of-yours situation . It's not painful or what because this is just purely admiration, that's it. Go on, be happy. I am perfectly fine. :)) So, what am I gonna do? Ah, basta. Hindi ko na siya crush. He's not L. He's not my L. He's just a guy. And this is so much for that. BB.

FYI: I changed my friendster layout just now. [LINK]

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For other informations, school and Facebook is keeping me busy these days. Since I am having afternoon classes, I am still continuing my vampire life. I sleep mostly from 1-2 am and wake up from 10-11 am. I used to get 8-9 hours sleep a day. :)
I am trying my very best to learn the basics of Financial Accounting, HAHA. I am super enjoying my Oral Communication class. :)
I am getting ready for Joyce's debut on Friday. Yes, I will not attend my Accounting class on Friday, so yes I am cutting class. HAHA. YAY! I'll be seeing my high school friends again. :D
And lastly, it is 12:15 AM now. So this is nothing but JULY. YAY! My birthmonth.
MMMMM... Happy. HAHA. Be ready because I'll be posting my wishlist soon. :3
So that's it for now. BB.^^

Will This Pen Ever Run Out Of Ink? (Father's Day)

To my dearest daughters,

When I first learned that I was going to be a father, I felt a sense of pride, unlike anything I had ever felt before. Suddenly, I was going to be responsible for this "unborn being" that would have to be nourished, nurtured, and protected. It brought on a rush of different emotions -- anxiety, uncertainty, excitement, and happiness. I was also hit with a feeling of exclusivity: I was going to join a fraternity called "fatherhood." It was, in my perception, something that separated the men from the boys.

Before you were born, I prayed to God for a safe birth for you and that no untoward incident would happen to you and your mom. The first time I ever laid eyes on you, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I felt pure, unadulterated joy.

My most memorable moments from your childhood are all of your first steps, your first words, your first days at school, and most importantly, something I still experience now that you're all grown up, your hugs and kisses.

Of course, I remember the good times more than the bad, and I am grateful that you are all obedient, respectful, God-fearing, and loving children. All of you are special in your own way. Unna, you have displayed wonderful characteristics as a mother anf you've shown great responsibility for a woman your age. Maxene, you're naturally gifted as a speaker and as an actress. You're very articulate, and you have a commanding presence. You are also a very fine specimen of a woman -- gifted with height, beauty, and brains. Plus, you're a hard-worker -- and very generous to your family.

Saab, you are special because you are beautiful, period. In my eyes, I see myself in you -- a loner, a non-conformist, and a passionate person. Gifted in the literary arts, you exude intelligence way beyond your years. Clara, you are, pound for pound, the best seven-year-old in everything. A natural born talent who started singing at age three, who has a penchant for fashion, and is truly intelligent, academically and theatrically. You finished First Honors this 2008 with an average of 94.67 percent -- now that is special!

What I love most about our father-daughter relationship is the fact that it is based on mutual respect, admiration, friendship, and love. I respect that you all need your personal space; I never intrude in your personal affairs, except that maybe when you get hurt emotionally or physically. I let you fight your personal battles so you'll learn to be strong. Always remember that I have an open hotline 24/7, for any problem you may have -- mentally, spiritually, or emotionally.

Please understand that I am an ally at all times and never an enemy. Your welfare is my only concern. Heaven forbid that anything bad happens to you, I only wish you the best. And I will always be here for you -- my home and my heart are open for you at all times. I am your friend, protector, and father all the days of my life.

Like all fathers, I just want to love you unconditionally. And I write this with tears in my eyes.

Love,
Dad

This is from the real life section of Seventeen magazine's June 2008 issue. A beautiful letter from the late Francis Magalona for his daughters.



This just shows how important we are to our fathers. They are painstakingly doing all the best they can just to provide us all that we need. Most of us misunderstood them on being too protective and strict but maybe that's their way of showing how they love us. Our fathers just want what is best for us. They don't want us to be hurt. Instead of complaining, learn to appreciate. I cannot name all the reasons why we should be thankful to our fathers. We are what we are now because of them and it will still be because of them whatever we may become. They are part of us.

I just wish my father is with me today, that we will be able to celebrate this day and make him feel how special he is to me. Thank you for being the father you re to me. I may not be that vocal to you, but you are really special to me. Sorry for the mistakes I have committed. I love you, daddy. And I'll be seeing you on Friday. :) MR. PABLO MUSNI, I love you so so so much.

And this goes to all of the fathers out there, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.
*kudos*

CREDITS:
FIRST PICTURE to Tazzer27

In this world there's real and make believe

I am super pissed off today. I waked up 15 minutes before my first class. I'm late. AGAIN. What's new about this? HAHA. Oh well, I am an hour late, not bad for my two hour PE class. :D
Oh, that smiley is pretending, I am really not in to the smiling mood now.

So yes, I am an hour late and that class was our first meeting with our PE instructor. They told me there's a punishment for late students, and that is, I should be singing. FCUK! I love singing but I don't really sing. But they're urging me to sing just for the attendance. FCUK AGAIN. Gullible as I am, I sang. And I sang a cheesy love song. FCUK.

Then suddenly, they're all like laughing then told me it was a prank. SH*T. I hate them all. I wish I just did not attend that class. I am loathing this day. EVER. My new classmates do not know me that well yet, and then they saw me singing? Shoot. I think they'll be snobbing me from now on. HOHOHO.

You know what hurts? My friends. God. My friends did not even tell me that it was nothing but a joke after all. Great friends. I hate them too. HAHA.

And you know what hurts me most? Our instructor dismissed us just after my number. Yes, after they heard my ange-hell-ic voice, the class ended. So I have a total of 5 minutes time attending that class -- 4 minutes is the time they're asking me to sing and 1 minute is that me experiencing embarrassment and hell.

I am on the computer shop now, just outside school. I just want to be with my best-est friend, the computer. Releasing this fcuking feeling. Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick. Sh*t. I know that isn't really a big thing. But sorry, this is a big thing for me and you have to deal with that.

Okay. I'll continue this later at home. My mind is stuck, you know. Wish me luck later on facing my classmates. MWAHAHAHA. Oh, I'm so excited to attend my Oral Communication class later, favorite one. And because I'll be seeing my great gay professor later. I just adore him. Yay, I feel some kinda relieved. :3 Somehow.

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I'm home now. And I am happy to say that I am feeling okay now. Very okay. I have a lot of reasons to be happy and its because:

• Its raining. YEHESS. :D

• My room is the perfect spot to see my crush. HAHA

• My current favorite professor gives me a 10 on our activity.

• I met cute and hot guys this afternoon

• One of those guys looks like L Lawliet. My L Lawliet. <3 style="font-style: italic;">(He's a classmate!)

• I am beside a cute guy on the jeep

• I am in front of a handsome and smells-so- good guy on the jeep

• I am able to have skin to skin with him, about 347 times. WUHOO. HAHAHAHA

• I came home early

• I am in front of the computer now

• I am getting in love with Christofer Drew Ingle
  

• It's a Friday tomorrow. YES.

• There is no more NSTP class during Saturdays.

• I'm gonna reach level 12 in no time.

• Lastly, my Mommy is coming home tomorrow. YAY!

Oh, I think it is all about boys this time, HOHO. Go on, call me a bitch. MWAHAHA. I don't even care, eh? At least I am happy. HAHA.

Hey, sorry for the fcukfcuk things and sh*tsh*t things above and on my previous posts, ah? I just can't help not to say type that. But I want to change really. Yes, I am serious. Please, just bear with me, for now. Thanks.