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LOVE is a battlefield
title: ALL ABOUT DAD.
date: Saturday, March 28, 2009

GAAH. Is it just me? Or my father's genes are flowing widely inside me?

I was a huge fan of CANDY Mag before, but when Papa started to buy Top Gear. I lost the Candy Spirit. Mimi &Mia were my idol before, and now, it's Vernon and Botchi. Did I really gave up my interests in tank tops, flip flops and eye shadows? and traded it for Lexus, Mitsubishi Strada, and Hyundai Tucson?

Well, these things aren't really NEW here. It is widely accepted in our home that Papa's genes knocked out Mama's. Making me, more of him than her. My interest in dogs, kare-kare, pictures, chicken's thigh all came from him.

And it's weird. HOW? Mama is with me ALL THE TIME. Since birth, and that made me susceptible to her features. But guess what? None of them was absorbed by me. Except for our cheeks and dimples.

HMM. Speaking of my dad.
We de-cluttered last week. Throwing out stuffs that are considered JUNK. Me and Mama, came by this case. And when she opened it, the case was full of envelopes labeled 1993-1994,1995,1996,2001 etc. Well, the envelopes contained my dad's letter to mama and me. I took two, from 1996 and 1993-1994. The 1996 letter wasn't that INTERESTING. So I'll move on the 1993-1994.
My dad was a HEAVY SMOKER. He started smoking at the age of 17, when he started working. He was about 30 that time, making him and cigarettes together for 13 years. MEANING. It would be VERY VERY VERY VERY HARD TO MAKE HIM STOP. Then I saw this. [DISCLAIMER: This isn't the actual words, but the idea is here]

Sweetheart, enclosed with this letter eh yung perang naipon ko from quitting smoking. Di ako makapaniwalang kaya ko pala, kahit candy o libangan, wala akong ginagawa. All I had to do is think about our baby (which is btw, ME) Ibili mo ang baby natin ng best stroller ha. And you know what, mukhang makakya ko na ituloy-tuloy tong pag quit ko. .............

AWWWWWWWW. Dun worry, up to now, he hasn't touched a single stick of cigarette. xD
Hm. I'll try to scan that letter [once I find it again] and post it here. WISH ME LUCK.

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title: Female Driving Stereotypes
date: Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I hate it when men UNDERESTIMATE female drivers. As if they drive perfectly. Haven't they noticed that MOST of the accidents are caused by men. AND NO, IT'S NOT BECAUSE THEY OUTNUMBER FEMALE DRIVERS, its because, they're CARELESS, AGGRESSIVE and they want to look good better than DRIVE GOOD.

Female drivers. Sure they maintain a 10:20 hand on the steering wheel, they never pass the speeding limit, & they move through tight passes VERY SLOWLY. Well, have you heard of the quote, SLOWLY BUT SURELY. Perfection is not achieved by RUSH. NEVER

Okay, so what got me ranting? Well, my mom drives most of the time [since my dad works abroad], & I get to experience her driving more often than my dad's. She has told me stories that got me so MAD, I wanted to find that STUPID guy and punch his face.

Like for once, ang bagal daw niya mag park, kasi yung naunang nagpark, e mukhang sinolo ang parking space. Narinig daw ng tito ko yung mga tricycle drivers sa likod ng sasakyan saying " #$%^*%^! Kaya naman pala e, babae." Well, I kind of lost my temper and said to myself. Ayan, kaya hanggang tricycle drivers lang ang naabot nila . I said sorry to God, I was rude [kahit na walang nakarinig], it was degrading.

And then, sa highway. The expressway is HEAVEN of RECKLESS drivers. But mom, considered it as a national highway, STILL obeying rules and limits. Kaya yun, she maintained the 60 kph minimum limit and stayed at the center lane. Mom was concentrated at her driving, while I, entertained myself by looking at passing drivers. I noticed some drivers looking at my mom tapos umiiling sila. UGH.

HMF. Just wait 'till I get my driver's license.

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title: ADIOS OLD FRIEND
date: Friday, March 20, 2009

I can't even say that Junior year was better than my Sophomore. They're both different in MANY ways. But when I come to think of it, I remember more memories when I was in sophomore compared to now, and take note that my sophomore year took place last last year.


Third year is now OFFICIALLY over. (: and I wasn't at school to spend it. Well, my lolo is sick and I'd rather stay in that air conditioned hospital room with cable tv rather than somewhere else.

I was able to grip the fact that third year is over. Unlike previous years, finishing this academic year was NORMAL. Yes it was fulfilling, but I felt different.


Third year was when
... I first understood the real meaning of stress. Mental, Physical and Emotional stress. I even took these so called STRESS TABS, a multi-vitamin that helps fight stress.
... I knew the difference between BEST and just FRIENDS.
... I experienced the worst HEARTBREAK yet. and I know, that I gave someone that feeling too.
... I learned that sometimes, you need not to be surrounded by people. We sometimes need to just, stay put in our seat, never care if we're alone, and just let things flow. I gained a lot of time because of this, and I used this time to talk to God.
... I learned how to cry it all out to God. I heard His words and felt His hug. It felt really warm and comforting. HONESTLY, it was better than my mom and dad's put together.

I felt happy, that it is over. NO. Not just happy, I feel BETTER that it was over.


Junior year flew by fast. And I am not really sure it was because I enjoyed it. I'm not really sure.

I hope next year, I could testify that my Senior Year is better than my Junior.

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title: REVIEW
date: Tuesday, March 17, 2009

FREEDOM WRITERS

An A+ Movie. I love the story, Racism & Segregation ang main topic, and I love how Hilary Swank [teacher] slowly removed the barrier between her class making them feel home, like a family... not looking at each other's differences.

STUDENT: No, that don't fly Ma.
TEACHER: First of all I'm not anybody's mother.
STUDENT 2
: No, that's not what it means.
STUDENT 3: It's a sign of respect... for you.

Correct me if I'm wrong, pero, showing parin ata siya until now sa HBO. Check niyo na lang sa Movie-Schedule sa hboasia.com

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title: growing up
date: Sunday, March 15, 2009

Before everything else, I just want you to know that my mom forbade me to use Oh My God for the rest of my life, she said it was INAPPROPRIATE and disrespectful and I respect her opinion. SOOOOOO..

OH MY GULAY

I can't believe it. I'm unofficially but I will be a Senior naaaaaaaaaaaa. I just sooooo can't believe it. I still can remember my first steps sa tinaguriang kong second home [I transferred school in highschool]. I still can remember the day I took the entrance exam sa computer lab. I still can remember kung paano ako nawala pabalik ng guidance office kasi akala ko, yun lang yung cr sa floor na yun [NOTE: never ever make a cr as your landmark]. I still can remember the day when I cried kasi I cannot adjust to my new school. And now, LOOK AT ME NOW. I'm a friggin senior. OKAY, so I have no right to REACT THIS BIG [Wait till I get to college], PERO, just imagine. Sobrang bilis ng panahon. Makikita niyo na lang ako, gumagraduate na.

SIGH. I still don't wanna grow up yet. Sure I want to have my own credit card, my license, my own flat. BUT STILL, the thought of being an ADULT, haunts me. I'm not yet ready, my responsible-ness isn't that good enough, it's barely enough to keep a pet. GAAHHHHHH.

ta-tah.
mommaa's deranged. need to turn off the pc.

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title: COLE.
date: Saturday, March 14, 2009

Natalie Cole

I just so adore her and her music [of course]. My playlist has like 8 of her songs, and I'm planning to add more. She's NATALIE COLE. PERIOD.

The way she sings, it's like smelling vanilla with the lights dimmed low. Get what I'm saying? Her voice is very relaxing.

I REALLY REALLY RECOMMEND HER SONGS. download it at limewire, frostwire, bearshare. Listen to it at imeem or youtube. WHATEVER WAYS YOU HAVE IN MIND. Here are some HIGHLY recommended songs, these are my favorites. :)
  1. L.O.V.E (L is for the way you ....)
  2. This will be
  3. When I fall in love [Duet with his dad, Nat King Cole]
  4. Baby It's Cold outside

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title:
date: Saturday, March 7, 2009

What's it with me and holding hands? I had a dream last night, and we held hands. AND BY WE, i mean... (: [ask me na lang xD]

Marami na kong dreams concerning HOLDING HANDS and I don't know why the hell I'm having these dreams.

TRIVIA:
During those dreams, the holder always holds the left hand of the holdee. [ano daw?] UHM. in short. They/He always hold my left hand. EVEN IN REAL LIFE.


ARRGGH. and you know what?! I hate these dreams, they BREAK MY HEART, kasi, IMAGINE, you're there with the person you love the most, holding hands tightly. THEN BAM. you open your eyes and see the emptiness of your room.

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I don't want to school to end just yet. I'll miss him for sure. I'll miss them too. :D

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title: TANKINIS. X]
date: Friday, March 6, 2009

OH MYY. parang kelan lang, kaamoy ko lang ng PASKO. SUMMER naman ang naamoy ko ngayon. (:

marami akong plans sa summer. I HATE BEING A BUM especially during summer. Ang init init na nga, wala pa kong gagawin. PARANG ANG STICKY NG SITUATION. blaah.

so ito, ang I.T's-PLANS KO.
  1. Quit KUMON. for two months lang naman, kasi....
  2. I will enroll sa AGS brain train, UPCAT review
  3. Somewhere around summer, by May siguro. We'll go to Bangkok. SAANAAA
  4. And if there's still enough budget, we'll go to Baguio
  5. Go to our Church's summer camp/retreat.
  6. Burn Calories. At least 500 a day. (:
  7. Be a carwash girl. hohoho. I'm open to anyone I KNOW personally. 50 pesos lang. pero additional 20* pesos kung samin yung sabon. PERO SIYEMPRE. hose and timba lang gamit ko. x]
  8. Babysit my new cousin. Ittry ko kung makakakita ako sa pagaalaga ng bata.
  9. Read at least half of the BIBLE. If I'm able to read 3 Twilight Saga books within 2 months, why not the BIBLE? (:
  10. Try not to MISS him too much. (:
  11. Maintain my room.
  12. Add more to this list.
I want my Summer to be better than my summer last year. WAY WAY BETTER. especially that he's not around to ruin the spirit.

DAYUM. alala ko, THE BEST SUMMER was right there in front of me. We went to Cebu ++ Bohol by Cruise with the NICEST room. and I was there, sulking up because I was missing him.

I BECAME AN EEJOOOOT. hoho THE WORSE EEJOT.

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