Friends and Neighbors!
The funniest story has gotten my attention and I guess you know what this means. It’s time for my good old blog time.
Well, a friend of mine who handles an online shop called my attention when she asked me to handle one issue that hasn’t been settled yet that time. Well, she asked me to look at Emibelle Capalla’s site on multiply. She said that that said girl was doing something bad against her.
Well, you know me. When people do something bad to me or to my friends, I don’t give them bad stuffs, too. I give them evil stuffs. Well, I checked out this girl’s site and I saw that she has 2 blog entries about my friend, Denie Tan. I happen to notice that she was warning people not to order from Denie’s online shop because she was, as how this fat little lady calls her, a bogus seller.
She said that the mobile phone that Denie sold her were full of scratches. Come on, honey. Denie explained her side on her online shop. She showed you every angle of the phone. Well, obviously, the problem lies on your eyesight. I highly suggest that you go see an optometrist.
She is also complaining that Denie is a “maarte” seller which I cannot understand. Do you judge sellers based on characteristics and physical appearances? In markets, do you expect to see clones of Hollywood stars selling fishes, meat and vegetables? In malls, do you expect to see beauty queens as sales ladies who are selling assorted clothes? No, right? So, if you’ll judge others based on appearances, I’ll come clean. I think that you are not to be trusted mainly because you try to be a party girl yet you can’t pay for the things that you reserved.
If, as how you dress, act and behave, you really are a hundred percent party girl, then go buy your brand new stuffs in their respective stores in top rating malls. Better yet, buy them if you are on your out of the country trips. That is, if you could afford to pay for the plane tickets that you are to reserve.
Honestly honey, if you don’t have enough money to pay, just go tell the truth. It doesn’t look good for someone, especially a girl like you, to be inventing stories just so they could cover their shameful acts. I can’t understand your point in trying to make Denie bad in the eyes of others. Could it be that you are jealous of her? Well, I think that you should be. Seeing that Denie has everything that she wants to in her life and you- well, you can’t even pay for the way too affordable stuffs that you reserved.
Also, if you haven’t noticed, Denie, unlike you, doesn’t have to cheat. She has a lot of money to buy her own stuffs in their respective shops.
Well, that’s all I have to say to a cheap, pretentious, fraud, cheater and an exceptionally big fat liar like you. Go fuck up your life some more. I couldn’t care any less. Next time you want to try being brave by posting blog entries like that about my friends, make sure that you are brave enough not to delete my replies on your posts first.
Well, guys, you’ve read this. You want proofs? I’ll post this liar’s URL and Denie’s online shop URL just so you’ll be able to decide who’s telling the truth. For those who have online shops, be careful of this girl. She’s a real cheater so NEVER make a mistake of trusting her, business-wisely.
As how things went, she got what she badly needed: POPULARITY. Although, I don’t think it was wise for her to have placed her credibility at stake just for the payment of the affordable stuffs that she reserved. If I was her, I’ll stop pretending to be a party girl and just start saving all the money that I could for I’ll definitely do whatever it takes just so she’ll be banned from almost every online shop in multiply.
Friday, November 14, 2008
so the drama
Red puffy eyes, silent disposition, and grieving over a very huge loss.
Yes, a lot of people might think that it is next to impossible for me to be like this. Of course, they’ve gotten used in seeing me as someone who could smile and make the most out of every situation. But I think that my happiness had run short this time.
I’ve always had a soft spot for animals. In fact, I think I love them more than I love children. I had taken care of a lot of animals since when I was young. We used to have fishes, turtles, lobsters, love birds, pigeons, hamsters, rabbits and a dog. Believe it or not, I even tried raising a beetle before. Now, we only have 3 Dachshunds, 1 Shih Tzu, 1 dwarf rabbit and 2 adopted cats. Of all the times that I lost a pet, my heart had been crushed into a million pieces; and if only I kept all of my tears all these years, I bet I could have my own river by now.
I had always been a strong little lady. I believe that most people could attest to that. I don’t get scared of anything easily because I think before I act. I also always stand up for what I believe is right so, the only times that my friends get to see me cry is when I cry over petty little things. And during those times, it only takes seconds before I could manage to bring out a smile on my face again. They haven’t seen me like this ever.
About a month ago, my mom saw two stray kittens playing outside of our house. She had always been a pet lover and I guess I acquired that characteristic of mine from her. Anyway, she immediately became fond of the two kittens because they look exactly like our 3-year-old adopted cat; also, for two homeless kittens, they look very happy and playful. We were planning to give them to my brother’s girlfriend so that they would be very well taken cared of. Unfortunately, they already have a lot of adopted cats, too. They could no longer accommodate the two new kittens. So, we ended up adopting them.
We never gave them luxurious lives but we never failed to treat them as part of our family. In fact, we named them after two chocolate brands, like all of our dogs and our adopted cat. We feed them branded cat foods just so we’ll be sure that they would get all the nutrients that are essential for growing up kittens, like them. And though they stay outside, we never rob them of their rights to be loved. In fact, there never was a time when we never think of them. We always consider them before making plans of going out.
When we first had them, they were very malnourished. They easily trusted me because I gave them food and water which, in a second was gone. They don’t even know how to drink on their own. I had to use medicine droppers just so they’ll be able to drink. I did that for about a week. That night, we found out that one of them was having diarrhea. We were very worried then because we thought that she’ll die. I remember praying so hard that night that I fell asleep praying to St. Francis of Assisi to let her live longer. Just so they wouldn’t be dehydrated, I would mix an energy supplement in their water. I clean their litter tray every night and on those times, they get to play with me. I disinfect their litter tray every week. I applied the ear drops on them when they had fungal infections. I literally raised them for a month’s time and it breaks my heart to see one of them “asleep” this morning.
St. Francis of Assisi did grant my prayer. She did live longer. Just not long enough for her to stay even just for her first birthday. Seeing her lying like that this morning, it kept me thinking what I did wrong for her to leave like that. I tried my best to do the best I could for her. And though I know that nobody lives forever, I never expected her to leave- At least, not right now and not like that. I would have been able to accept it easily if she had been suffering a whole damn lot for a very long time. But, though she always has been very thin compared to her sister, she looks normal. She always had a good appetite.
I wish that she had given me even the faintest idea that yesterday was the last time I’ll ever see her awake. I could at least have said goodbye. I was up until before midnight. If only she gave me signs that she was about to leave, I wouldn’t mind being with her until the time she departs. I could have at least told her how much I love her and I could at least touch and hug her for the last time. But, she left just like that. I guess it is true that when it is time for cats to go, they want to leave on their own. They don’t want their families to see them. I was disinfecting their litter tray last night and she was still looking at me like usual. Her innocent look and her funny little voice is still the same. I guess I mistook her “meow” for a greeting instead of goodbye. I thought she was just being sweet like before. Maybe that time, instead of calling my attention for a good old petting, she was calling me to ask me to let her go because it was time for her to “sleep”.
I’ve always grown used to winning every battle in my life. I guess at times like this, I am not scared to admit that I lost. People need to adapt to changes in their lives so they’ll be able to continue living. I know that time is all I need for me to get over this great loss of mine but, in the center of my heart, there’ll always be a great big hole from where she used to be. I know that memories don’t last forever. Surely, there’ll come a time when I am already old and I could no longer remember her face, the sound of her voice and all the little things that she had done to make me remember her. But, she’ll always have a place in my heart. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for her. This morning, even though she’ll never feel it for she’s in a very deep sleep then, I still contributed in fixing her up. Maybe from where she was then, she saw me and she could at least have something to be proud of when she moves on. She could at least boast to her future new friends whom she’ll meet that before she departed this world, she met someone who was kind enough to take good care of her and her sister; someone who would go as far as to beg the angel of death to extend her life, if given the chance.
Sleep well, Mars. Remember me in your dreams. Always remember that we love you. And if ever we meet again in a different time and in a different world, promise me that you’ll stay a little longer with me. I wouldn’t grow tired of taking care of you no matter in what time and in what world we are in. I would always wait for the time wherein I’ll wake up and hear your voice calling me again.
--FOR MARS. MY SWEET LITTLE KITTEN.
SEPTEMBER- OCTOBER 22, 2008
Yes, a lot of people might think that it is next to impossible for me to be like this. Of course, they’ve gotten used in seeing me as someone who could smile and make the most out of every situation. But I think that my happiness had run short this time.
I’ve always had a soft spot for animals. In fact, I think I love them more than I love children. I had taken care of a lot of animals since when I was young. We used to have fishes, turtles, lobsters, love birds, pigeons, hamsters, rabbits and a dog. Believe it or not, I even tried raising a beetle before. Now, we only have 3 Dachshunds, 1 Shih Tzu, 1 dwarf rabbit and 2 adopted cats. Of all the times that I lost a pet, my heart had been crushed into a million pieces; and if only I kept all of my tears all these years, I bet I could have my own river by now.
I had always been a strong little lady. I believe that most people could attest to that. I don’t get scared of anything easily because I think before I act. I also always stand up for what I believe is right so, the only times that my friends get to see me cry is when I cry over petty little things. And during those times, it only takes seconds before I could manage to bring out a smile on my face again. They haven’t seen me like this ever.
About a month ago, my mom saw two stray kittens playing outside of our house. She had always been a pet lover and I guess I acquired that characteristic of mine from her. Anyway, she immediately became fond of the two kittens because they look exactly like our 3-year-old adopted cat; also, for two homeless kittens, they look very happy and playful. We were planning to give them to my brother’s girlfriend so that they would be very well taken cared of. Unfortunately, they already have a lot of adopted cats, too. They could no longer accommodate the two new kittens. So, we ended up adopting them.
We never gave them luxurious lives but we never failed to treat them as part of our family. In fact, we named them after two chocolate brands, like all of our dogs and our adopted cat. We feed them branded cat foods just so we’ll be sure that they would get all the nutrients that are essential for growing up kittens, like them. And though they stay outside, we never rob them of their rights to be loved. In fact, there never was a time when we never think of them. We always consider them before making plans of going out.
When we first had them, they were very malnourished. They easily trusted me because I gave them food and water which, in a second was gone. They don’t even know how to drink on their own. I had to use medicine droppers just so they’ll be able to drink. I did that for about a week. That night, we found out that one of them was having diarrhea. We were very worried then because we thought that she’ll die. I remember praying so hard that night that I fell asleep praying to St. Francis of Assisi to let her live longer. Just so they wouldn’t be dehydrated, I would mix an energy supplement in their water. I clean their litter tray every night and on those times, they get to play with me. I disinfect their litter tray every week. I applied the ear drops on them when they had fungal infections. I literally raised them for a month’s time and it breaks my heart to see one of them “asleep” this morning.
St. Francis of Assisi did grant my prayer. She did live longer. Just not long enough for her to stay even just for her first birthday. Seeing her lying like that this morning, it kept me thinking what I did wrong for her to leave like that. I tried my best to do the best I could for her. And though I know that nobody lives forever, I never expected her to leave- At least, not right now and not like that. I would have been able to accept it easily if she had been suffering a whole damn lot for a very long time. But, though she always has been very thin compared to her sister, she looks normal. She always had a good appetite.
I wish that she had given me even the faintest idea that yesterday was the last time I’ll ever see her awake. I could at least have said goodbye. I was up until before midnight. If only she gave me signs that she was about to leave, I wouldn’t mind being with her until the time she departs. I could have at least told her how much I love her and I could at least touch and hug her for the last time. But, she left just like that. I guess it is true that when it is time for cats to go, they want to leave on their own. They don’t want their families to see them. I was disinfecting their litter tray last night and she was still looking at me like usual. Her innocent look and her funny little voice is still the same. I guess I mistook her “meow” for a greeting instead of goodbye. I thought she was just being sweet like before. Maybe that time, instead of calling my attention for a good old petting, she was calling me to ask me to let her go because it was time for her to “sleep”.
I’ve always grown used to winning every battle in my life. I guess at times like this, I am not scared to admit that I lost. People need to adapt to changes in their lives so they’ll be able to continue living. I know that time is all I need for me to get over this great loss of mine but, in the center of my heart, there’ll always be a great big hole from where she used to be. I know that memories don’t last forever. Surely, there’ll come a time when I am already old and I could no longer remember her face, the sound of her voice and all the little things that she had done to make me remember her. But, she’ll always have a place in my heart. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for her. This morning, even though she’ll never feel it for she’s in a very deep sleep then, I still contributed in fixing her up. Maybe from where she was then, she saw me and she could at least have something to be proud of when she moves on. She could at least boast to her future new friends whom she’ll meet that before she departed this world, she met someone who was kind enough to take good care of her and her sister; someone who would go as far as to beg the angel of death to extend her life, if given the chance.
Sleep well, Mars. Remember me in your dreams. Always remember that we love you. And if ever we meet again in a different time and in a different world, promise me that you’ll stay a little longer with me. I wouldn’t grow tired of taking care of you no matter in what time and in what world we are in. I would always wait for the time wherein I’ll wake up and hear your voice calling me again.
--FOR MARS. MY SWEET LITTLE KITTEN.
SEPTEMBER- OCTOBER 22, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
beware, girl. STEALING is a crime, as everyone knows it to be.
ok.here's the deal.
leI t people view my blog entries but if you STEAL them, it's just below the belt.
I read the blog entry of one of my close friends' enemy and I was shocked to see that the sentences were almost exactly the same as mine. Well, she viewed about 3 long blog entries of mine and then---- POOF!
her english sky- rocketed upwards.
I don't think that she's that good in english for I read all of her blog entries before and- sad to say, she can't even describe herself in an effective english.
Her english is way beyond human understanding. Isn't it a bit too coincidental if she suddenly learned how to write effective english just months after she read mine?
Well, if she can't speak it fluently, she definitely stole it.
beware, girl. STEALING is a crime, as everyone knows it to be.
well, i guess not everyone, seeing that you're trying hard just to imitate my works. You'll never be as good as me in EVERYTHING.
If you're trying to be me by starting off in using my works, well, you'll die trying because you'll never be even just half as good as me.
No matter how you rephrase the sentences, no matter how many adjectives you decide to replace, you could never deny the fact that your unusual SUDDEN interest in english is very questionable, indeed.
Always remember this, a good writer recognizes their works even if some people like you denies it.
Well, if you want those crap blog entries badly, go on, have them. i could always write about a thousand new ones if i want to. Besides, i wrote them for less than an hour each. so, i definitely lose nothing.
I never knew that my blog entries could teach someone to write in English effectively just by reading it. I must say, i guess you're a die-hard fan of mine. I could always teach you if you flunk English 101 badly. Although, seeing how desperately you try to cope with me and my English, I'm sorry to say but, i guess you don't stand a chance.
P.S. one more blog entry from you where I recognize some of my lines, i'll post your URL and you'll enjoy my friends' criticims.
leI t people view my blog entries but if you STEAL them, it's just below the belt.
I read the blog entry of one of my close friends' enemy and I was shocked to see that the sentences were almost exactly the same as mine. Well, she viewed about 3 long blog entries of mine and then---- POOF!
her english sky- rocketed upwards.
I don't think that she's that good in english for I read all of her blog entries before and- sad to say, she can't even describe herself in an effective english.
Her english is way beyond human understanding. Isn't it a bit too coincidental if she suddenly learned how to write effective english just months after she read mine?
Well, if she can't speak it fluently, she definitely stole it.
beware, girl. STEALING is a crime, as everyone knows it to be.
well, i guess not everyone, seeing that you're trying hard just to imitate my works. You'll never be as good as me in EVERYTHING.
If you're trying to be me by starting off in using my works, well, you'll die trying because you'll never be even just half as good as me.
No matter how you rephrase the sentences, no matter how many adjectives you decide to replace, you could never deny the fact that your unusual SUDDEN interest in english is very questionable, indeed.
Always remember this, a good writer recognizes their works even if some people like you denies it.
Well, if you want those crap blog entries badly, go on, have them. i could always write about a thousand new ones if i want to. Besides, i wrote them for less than an hour each. so, i definitely lose nothing.
I never knew that my blog entries could teach someone to write in English effectively just by reading it. I must say, i guess you're a die-hard fan of mine. I could always teach you if you flunk English 101 badly. Although, seeing how desperately you try to cope with me and my English, I'm sorry to say but, i guess you don't stand a chance.
P.S. one more blog entry from you where I recognize some of my lines, i'll post your URL and you'll enjoy my friends' criticims.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Curious? here are 13 reasons.
Have you ever been curious as to how a relationship could last so long? Well I do. And I now know how it does. :)
I love mike simply because of these things. I guess it explains the fact that we are nearing our anniversary.
13. I don’t have to carry anything whenever I’m tired or when I just don’t feel like doing it.
Well, I am always tired. Even if I did nothing, I end up getting so tired. With Myk, whether I complain or not, he always takes my things and he’ll carry it no matter how heavy his things are. For me, that’s a really sweet thing for a guy to do. Some guys don’t even bother to check if their girlfriend’s shoulders are still intact even though she’s carrying a pound’s worth of things. But with Myk, he automatically does it. He makes me feel that special.
12. He’s just as vain as me.
Well, not all guys are open for cameras. Myk is one of the few who are. We have more than a hundred photos together and he never complains about it. He even smiles for the camera now, which he rarely does before. And I love him for that because he knows that I am really vain and he accompanies me through the road of vanity.
11. He treats me like a princess.
Whenever I get sick, he’ll come and take care of me. Whenever I don’t feel like doing something, he doesn’t do it, either. He even cooks for me. He always thinks of something that would make me feel satisfied. He is a very thoughtful guy that there isn’t a day when he never put a smile on my face.
10. I never have to repeat whatever I said to him. He almost always gets it the first time.
I am the type of person who gets irritated so much by people who can’t understand something whenever I tell it to them the first time. With Myk, he understands everything fully and when he doesn’t, well, he always finds a way to ask it to me without me getting irritated.
09. He never offends me.
I am the perfect little girl whenever I am with Myk. He never tells me that I don’t look good at times when I look really horrible. He tells me that my hair is nice even though I have just encountered a bad hair day. And he tells me that I always look good whether I fix myself or not.
08. We don’t have much in common but we have the perfect chemistry for a perfect relationship.
No couple is perfect for we have our own characteristics. Myk and I have a lot of differences but we find ways to fix those and make it our source of love. We never force each other to be someone that he/ she are not. He always finds laughter with our differences and he’s always willing to learn new stuffs from the things that I tell him.
07. He never corrects me. He lets me learn on my own.
Above all things that I hate about a person, it’s correcting me that I hate the most. I believe I am old enough to solve my own problems and I don’t like it when a person meddles on my personal affairs. With Myk, I just have to do what I think is right. He never forces me to do stuffs which are right in the eyes of others. He lets me act like a real adult.
06. He’s always on my side- wrong or right.
Friends bail out on their friends when they end up on a bad situation. I believe that some guys do it on their girlfriends, too. But Myk doesn’t do that. He supports the things that I believe in and he never allows other people to poison his mind about untruthful things that are said about me. He has trust in me.
05. He never pretends to be anybody else. He is who he is.
He never pretends to be the almighty Myk. He is Myk, the simple yet special guy. He never pretends to be the billionaire’s son nor the hot hunky guy. He is still the same guy that I met about 9 months ago.
04. He respects me.
Myk never judges me. I am never guilty of anything in his eyes. What he hears from my mouth is what he believes in. He never violates my right to explain and to contradict the statements of others.
03. He never forces me to do things that I don’t like.
When I am tired, I get so sleepy that I want to go home immediately. That means that we would no longer have enough time to spend with each other. But, he never forces me to stay awake or to fight off my drowsing mind just so we could still hang out. He also lets me decide on our scheduled activities for the day and he never complains with whatever I choose to do.
02. He never leaves me.
No matter how many times I push him away, he never leaves. He still stands patiently beside me waiting for my anger to go away. He also voluntarily accompanies me to wherever I am going for as he says, he just wants to make sure that I would be safe.
01. With him, I am always right.
I am never wrong whenever I am with him. Whoever I want to fight, wherever I want to go, whatever I want to do, I am always right. He never contradicts me. He is always open to listen to my dreams, opinions and insights which are very important to me. He never says no to things that I say or do for I believe that he knows that those things would always be right for me.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Losing the Nuance Spirit
Dreams had always inspired almost everyone to do something that they badly want to accomplish. Yet, I believe that sometimes, these dreams pull our hopes downward.
It is almost everybody’s dream to do something worthwhile; something that they had been working hard to do for, like, forever. But there would always be those times wherein hoping is unnecessary and that the only possible way to avoid frustration, is to STOP.
To watch something that you have invested all your hopes into to fail is the most heart- breaking thing for me. Imagine looking forward to practices not just for the opportunity to have a good laugh with friends but to try to prove to yourselves that you’re not just a band with a name, but a band who’s training hard to produce what all bands are working hard to: a good song. But at the end of the day, you still end up being unable to finish a song that has been practiced for about a month already. It’s tiring to say things like: “It’s okay. We’ll be able to do it next time” or “It was good. It just wasn’t good enough”. Hearing those things repeated almost every time, it got me thinking.
Are we really progressing?
Or are we just too occupied by our dream to succeed that we are all blind to the fact that our band is actually producing nothing but the sounds of the instruments in the studio alone?
Just the plain ordinary sounds. Nothing that special to make us be called a successful band.
As some members of the band found their ways into other bands, FRUSTRATION got hold of me and it got me thinking what took us so long to figure out what had been wrong with the band that we had once aspired to establish.
PRACTICE.
PRACTICE.
PRACTICE.
It’s always the same reason, yet we never did anything to mend the problem. We always find time to do something else yet the only step that we could have done to save our so-called band was left hanging somewhere in our minds.
Had Nuance for Masquerades really existed?
Was it that unimportant that at one blink of an eye, we just woke up to the fact that we were not progressing and that we should bury it somewhere way too deep into our minds so as to avoid unnecessary talks about it?
The answer?
I don’t know, either. It’s not easy letting go of something that you wanted to work but, it’s much harder to try to mend something if there’s a big red sign flashing out of its face saying: YOU CAN’T MEND ME.
No one’s to be blamed. We all know how to play. And we all know how to play our parts well.
We just can’t find the right formula for executing the right music.
But once we do, if we ever find it, we’ll be the perfect all-girls band as how we saw ourselves when we were just starting.
Maybe it’ll take a hell of a lifetime before it happens. And come to think of it, as things are right now, there’s about 99% chance that it’ll never happen.
So what, right? At least for once, even if it’s just in our minds, an all- girl’s band soared higher than all the other bands combined. It existed.
I just wish all of us good luck. We’ll all find our right places. And when we are all successful people already, we would look back to the times when we were striving hard to produce a song in a small studio, and we’ll all take a good laugh out of it. We’ll laugh harder than we had ever laughed before. No regrets, no frustrations. Just plain old happiness
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Denie: A f*ckin’ warfreak? Oh c’mon!
Denie Veive Tan.
I have to admit, we weren’t made to be friends when we first got to talk. It was at the peak of the trouble in our block regarding her boyfriend and, unsurprisingly, I was on the hot seat. Well, what can I say? I really liked her boyfriend before but that was ages ago and besides, at least I readily admitted it.
Well, honestly, at first, I can’t see the reason why she’s mad at a particular girl. Only when I got to talk to her did I know that she really has a VALID reason to have unfriendly feelings towards the said girl. I wouldn’t state the reason for I neither have the authority to do so nor am I included in their cat fight. I just felt that I wasn’t fair to her before. I judged her according to what others say of her without hearing her side. And I admit that it was a really huge mistake.
When I first met her, she was talking to my best friend and I wasn’t sure of what I think of her. But when she spoke, her voice was really gentle, something way too different from what I thought her voice would be. And that got me thinking. Maybe she is different from what others tell of her. Maybe her side is worth hearing. Maybe she was just MISJUDGED. And my thoughts about her had been correct.
She’s a really strong lady, though. Not everyone would be able to handle the things that she’s been through. Once, she received a message from a particular block in my school telling things about her and striking offensive, not to mention false, accusations about her standard in life. I can’t see the point of questioning her financial capacity. I mean, who cares if she rides the bus? Most people do that. Even in other countries they do that. Riding the bus doesn’t measure one’s riches in life. Isn’t it kind of cool for people like her to mingle with commoners? I think that what she’s doing is much better than what others do. Others do everything to pretend to be rich, but her? She doesn’t flaunt her riches. Besides, how would the issue about her riches be included on the current issues about her? Don’t you think that it’s a bit- irrelevant?
Also, there’s the issue about the awful things that they’ve thrown on her boyfriend through that same text message. I understand that it was their opinion but don’t they think that insulting her boyfriend would end up to nothing eventually? It wouldn’t make them more handsome or pretty as before nor would it make their lovers handsome or pretty in the eyes of others. Everyone has their own opinions on everyone else. That’s how life is. Just be fair. If you wouldn’t want to be called anything, if you want to have an argument, I suggest that you talk to that person. It’s just that it’s really unfair if you gang up on one person. One person who has a valid reason to be mad.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
for mikee.
It hasn’t been long since I had last seen him but I had to admit that I’m missing him terribly now. I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the fact that we spent everyday for about three months together. We always wait for each other after class just to have an opportunity to ride the bus home, together.
And now, this ominous summer break is keeping us apart for days and I just can’t stand it. Though we get to see each other about twice every week, it still is nothing compared to the five days a week that a regular school year is giving us. And all that we could do to fight off the boredom that the cruel summer break is giving us is to constantly send text messages to each other. It’s the least that we can do to keep in touch with each other while we wait for the time that we would see each other again. Text messages are nothing compared to the hugs, kisses, and our time together, though. The sincerity isn’t genuinely there unlike when he tells me sweet things whenever we’re together.
It’s next to impossible to find lovers wherein there aren’t any arguments. But what I like most about him is the fact that whenever we have those silly little misunderstandings, he would always be the one to run after me, asking me to stop my anger and for us to stop the fight. And for me, that’s the sweetest thing that a guy could ever do. And those funny little things that he does to take care of me, like not allowing me to go to places whenever he isn’t with me, I feel really safe. He always turns out right about things. Something out of the ordinary always happens whenever I follow my own will and go to places that he doesn’t want me to go to.
Like, there was a time when it was one of my band mate’s birthday celebration and he discouraged me to drink alcohol for something bad might happen and he wouldn’t be there to be with me for it is their Corregidor trip the next day and he had to wake up early. But of course, stubbornness took hold of me and I drank and drank alcohol like I was just having glasses of water and there, I got really drunk. My friends couldn’t control me anymore and they called him just to fetch me. And that’s really far compared to where he was that time, not to mention that it was already past 7 in the evening. But, he still came. He fetched me and he even didn’t mind the time and he still insisted that he would accompany until we reached our home. How many guys in this world would do that for a girl?
* this isn't done yet. I swear i'll finish it before april ends :))
GOSSIP GIRL SEQUEL.
It seems like this girl has no intention whatsoever to stop talking about me behind my back. Well, I would like her to know that she messed up with the wrong person.
Just last week, I heard from a very reliable source of mine (she really is reliable for she got to have a long heart – to –heart talk with that girl) that she’s not only inventing things about my love life, but she’s also been spreading funny little lies about my personal life. Well, I’ll take back what I said on my previous blog entry. This won’t be settled with a nice little chat. If she wants to fight like this, come on. Let’s do it this way. Maybe she’ll figure out that I’m not the type of girl that would allow others to mess up my life. I’ll fight as long as I know that I’m on the right track of things.
So, as a little present for her, I give her this. A sequel of my previous blog entry especially made for her. And, since she is the best inventor of stories that I ever had the misfortune to meet, not to mention, the misfortune of having her as my blockmate, I would give her something that she truly deserves. For every person that would tell me that she did invent another story about me, I would post another blog entry about her, each entry having a clue to who she really is. Brilliant idea, right? The more lies that she invents, the closer people would be in finding out who she really is.
I warned her. Watch who she’s messing with. I won’t hold back to anybody who is like her. Someone who has nobody beside her except her big lying mouth. So, here’s my first clue. According to her friends who obviously doesn’t like her that much for they gave away her secrets to me with just one ask, she is desperate enough to do silly things in front of a guy that she likes even thought the guy would never even just spare a glance at her.
I don’t mean to meddle in her private attention- seeking life because I’m not like her so; I’ll just give her a little piece of advice. Maybe she should start dating someone soon so that even just once, she’ll feel how it’s like to have someone beside her. That way, she wouldn’t have the need to invent stories about other people just to have an interesting life. Honestly, can’t she get any lower? Maybe it would be better if she take up Journalism, instead. Then, after she graduates, all the known newspaper editors would die just to hire her. Who wouldn’t, anyway? She would be a big boost for the newspaper’s gossip column for she shines best when she’s inventing stories about other people’s lives. Or maybe, she could take up Literature. Maybe in the four years that she’ll study that course, she’ll learn how to separate fantasy from reality.
However, dating requires honesty which, I regret to say, is something that she doesn’t have. And the most essential part of dating is that it needs TWO people. How would a date be a date if there’s only one person on the scene, right? Clearly, I doubt that anyone would want to have a date with her. I mean, come on. She’s not even that good looking. And with that AWFUL attitude of hers, I guess even the most useless guy in the world would rather spend the remaining years of his life alone than to be associated with her. I guess she’s just bitter after all. She can’t have the guy that she likes so her last resort is to try and ruin the lives of girls who had their fairytale- like stories with the guys that they truly love.
She provoked the wrong person and now she has to pay dearly for the damage that she’s been doing to my image. If image-destroying is what she wants, I’m all in for it. Actually, I won’t tell lies just to make others look at her with disgust. That’s her job, right? What I’ll do is that I’ll just give funny little trivia about her life every time someone would tell me that, once again, she invented stories against me. The parts of her life that suddenly SLIPPED from her mind to tell her new found friends now. Well, she knows what I mean. I won’t accept any apologies from her. I gave her a chance to shut up. Her tongue took hold of her and she still chose to continue with her story –making. She left with no choice.
So there. Probably she’s wondering why I fight like this. Well, as many people know, I always keep in touch with my male side since I grew up with the guy friends of my brother. And, from them, I learned the weaknesses of girls. I learned the things that should be done to greatly hurt them. And since you’re spreading that, too, well, I could say that that’s the only thing that you ever did right. and I would want to thank you for letting people know that. I’m proud that though I studied in an exclusive all- girl’s school, I NEVER acquired their super girly attitude. That way, I’ve became sort of unique and people finds it hard to predict what I would do next. I like it that way. I’m unpredictable. If she wants to do it this way, I would gladly do it. You see, for me, this is just a game. But for her, it would be a total disaster. I can’t wait to see the look on her face once people know who she really is :)) That is, if she would still be able to show herself in public :))
<3 13.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
amiel ruth diolata : please read.
I really don't know how to start this.
Well, this girl sent me a text message a while ago saying that she loves me and that she misses me. I told her that i feel the same way about her.
When I posted my previous blog entry, everyone saw how i deal with people who tries to ruin me in the eyes of other people. To tell you the truth, the issue about that gossip girl isn't over yet and the sequel to that story would be posted soon. Anyway, for a change, i want people to see how i mingle with my close friends. My real friends.
I would like to start this with Amiel Ruth T. Diolata.
When i was first introduced to this girl, I had negative thoughts about her. I thought that she would be the snob-type whom I'll find hard to mingle with.
Only last year during our pre-enrolment thingy did we get the chance to finally know each other. Fortunately, we are on the same side of things. We look at things likely and if there is something that irritates us, we make something out of that so that it would affect our cheery moods. And as we spend everyday together, we began to strenghten our bond so much that now, we treat each other literally as sisters.
We've learned how to make each day fun without complicating things. We would do whatever we want to and the least that anyone can do to us is to try to meddle with the things that we like to do. We've had a lot of experiences that I guess other people with the same age as ours, haven't even thought of doing.
For one thing, we like to skip classes to try and relax our minds. It's nice to just hang around somewhere and talk about things that would place our minds somewhere away from the pressure that school is giving us. The funny part is that, though we aren't excelling, we still are able to pass most of our subjects. And for girls who barely attend their classes, that's really something.
It's as if we could already read each other's minds. Sometimes, there would be something funny and when we look at each other, we already understood what each of us is thinking. We would then laugh our heads off without minding how we might look in the eyes of others. Why would we care? The important thing is that we are enjoying ourselves.
We also have our eyes on adventures. We go to unusual places after school and then we would experience different kinds of funny things. One time, I even went to Plaridel, Bulacan just to accompany her to retrieve her BPI card. And that's a really long way from home seeing that I live in Parañaque City.
Once, we even struggled through the flooded Dapitan St. just to eat at Jollibee. It was really funny when she had oil on her foot and she can't remove it. :)) We were just laughing on that street, soaking wet from the heavy rain, only to find out that classes were already suspended.
And the really funny thing is that, it seems as though we are crazy-people magnets. Wherever we go, it seems as though there's always a crazy man on our way. Once, while walking to a store to shop foods for an old man that we saw outside Wendy's, a crazy man got mad at us because we were walking slowly. We couldn't walk fast because just infront of us, there's also another crazy man! I guess he was expecting us to push the other crazy guy which is the least thing that we would do. HAHA! anyway, we ran so fast that when we reached the store, we were still panting.
Another time, when we were about to attend a debut, we were waiting for a bus to take us to their home when a child about 8 years old came near us and we saw that he's sniffing Rugby! He really came close at us and again, we ran. It was kind of humiliating actually. Seeing that people were looking at us after that run.
And the lastest was when we were going to the market to buy an apple for my Bio Lab class. The thought that we were going that far for a single apple is already funny. But the funiest part is when we were walking through P. Noval street and we had the misfortune to come across a crazy, half- naked man. Amiel got really scared and she was asking me to cross the street so that we wouldn't cross paths with the man. Wen we were about to cross, unfortunately, the man crossed the street and took something from a construction site nearby, and he started to block the whole street so that cars couldn't enter. By that time, we were already in a panic and again, we started running. It was really funny.
And all of those things, together with the things that I didn't mention would always be treasured. Who would ever thought that in a huge place like UST, I would find someone who is kind enough to be my friend and who's real enough to be my sister.? It's not everyday that I could find someone as perfect as her to be my sister so I'm going to take care of her no matter what happens. Don't mess up her life because I swear that whoever tries to do so would really regeret it. Mikee and I loves her so much. And that love is enough for us to know that she is someone who should really be taken care of.
Well, this girl sent me a text message a while ago saying that she loves me and that she misses me. I told her that i feel the same way about her.
When I posted my previous blog entry, everyone saw how i deal with people who tries to ruin me in the eyes of other people. To tell you the truth, the issue about that gossip girl isn't over yet and the sequel to that story would be posted soon. Anyway, for a change, i want people to see how i mingle with my close friends. My real friends.
I would like to start this with Amiel Ruth T. Diolata.
When i was first introduced to this girl, I had negative thoughts about her. I thought that she would be the snob-type whom I'll find hard to mingle with.
Only last year during our pre-enrolment thingy did we get the chance to finally know each other. Fortunately, we are on the same side of things. We look at things likely and if there is something that irritates us, we make something out of that so that it would affect our cheery moods. And as we spend everyday together, we began to strenghten our bond so much that now, we treat each other literally as sisters.
We've learned how to make each day fun without complicating things. We would do whatever we want to and the least that anyone can do to us is to try to meddle with the things that we like to do. We've had a lot of experiences that I guess other people with the same age as ours, haven't even thought of doing.
For one thing, we like to skip classes to try and relax our minds. It's nice to just hang around somewhere and talk about things that would place our minds somewhere away from the pressure that school is giving us. The funny part is that, though we aren't excelling, we still are able to pass most of our subjects. And for girls who barely attend their classes, that's really something.
It's as if we could already read each other's minds. Sometimes, there would be something funny and when we look at each other, we already understood what each of us is thinking. We would then laugh our heads off without minding how we might look in the eyes of others. Why would we care? The important thing is that we are enjoying ourselves.
We also have our eyes on adventures. We go to unusual places after school and then we would experience different kinds of funny things. One time, I even went to Plaridel, Bulacan just to accompany her to retrieve her BPI card. And that's a really long way from home seeing that I live in Parañaque City.
Once, we even struggled through the flooded Dapitan St. just to eat at Jollibee. It was really funny when she had oil on her foot and she can't remove it. :)) We were just laughing on that street, soaking wet from the heavy rain, only to find out that classes were already suspended.
And the really funny thing is that, it seems as though we are crazy-people magnets. Wherever we go, it seems as though there's always a crazy man on our way. Once, while walking to a store to shop foods for an old man that we saw outside Wendy's, a crazy man got mad at us because we were walking slowly. We couldn't walk fast because just infront of us, there's also another crazy man! I guess he was expecting us to push the other crazy guy which is the least thing that we would do. HAHA! anyway, we ran so fast that when we reached the store, we were still panting.
Another time, when we were about to attend a debut, we were waiting for a bus to take us to their home when a child about 8 years old came near us and we saw that he's sniffing Rugby! He really came close at us and again, we ran. It was kind of humiliating actually. Seeing that people were looking at us after that run.
And the lastest was when we were going to the market to buy an apple for my Bio Lab class. The thought that we were going that far for a single apple is already funny. But the funiest part is when we were walking through P. Noval street and we had the misfortune to come across a crazy, half- naked man. Amiel got really scared and she was asking me to cross the street so that we wouldn't cross paths with the man. Wen we were about to cross, unfortunately, the man crossed the street and took something from a construction site nearby, and he started to block the whole street so that cars couldn't enter. By that time, we were already in a panic and again, we started running. It was really funny.
And all of those things, together with the things that I didn't mention would always be treasured. Who would ever thought that in a huge place like UST, I would find someone who is kind enough to be my friend and who's real enough to be my sister.? It's not everyday that I could find someone as perfect as her to be my sister so I'm going to take care of her no matter what happens. Don't mess up her life because I swear that whoever tries to do so would really regeret it. Mikee and I loves her so much. And that love is enough for us to know that she is someone who should really be taken care of.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
There's a gossip queen in our block.
Yes. As what the title says, there is a gossip queen in our block.
Being an irregular student, I barely see my blockmates now and I regret to say that from a talk to a close friend of mine, I learned that some of them have been talking about me, particularly my love life, behind mine and my bestfriend’s back.
All of the said rumors, as all of you might have already guessed, are from this said gossip queen whose mouth is abnormally large, whose ears are capable of hearing false things from a mile away and whose mind is incapable of thinking. What was more; this said girl has a very good gift of inventing things that no one ever dares to do so. From what I have observed, no one pays that much attention to her so she does these kinds of things for her to be somehow popular, which I regret to say, is beyond impossible.
I owe no one any explanations for the way I choose to live my life. I am still young and I could do whatever I want. A girl with a big mouth like her can’t stop me. About the lie that she has been spreading about me and Mikee, I don’t mind her. That’s obviously the only way she’s been getting attention for years and I bet you anything she’ll die just to find someone who thinks that she’s interesting.
Mikee and I became lovers almost a month after the break- up with his ex. So, how did I ever take him away from the girl? Well, if she still insists that I did steal Mikee from the girl, I guess that the only way to settle this is to have a nice little chat. I still take four subjects with our block. And though I’m always absent for, as everyone might agree, I am a delinquent, I would spare a little time for her if she wants to talk about this issue. But, I assure her that if she does approach me just to reprimand me about the said Mikee issue, that would be the worst decision that she ever took in her whole life. I would slap to her face the truth that I NEVER took Mikee away from his ex and that the fact that I became his girlfriend after the former girl is just a big coincidence. Who would believe her stories after that, huh? Although, come to think of it, in doing so, she would have what she most dreamed of – Attention.
Anywhere she’ll go, people would look at her and talk about her because there, right straight into her, are four big letters written in bold which reads: LIAR. Who would want to make friends with her after that, eh? So, a little piece of advice, shut up or I will force you to do so. You would do well to stop nosing around other people’s lives. If in case the reason behind this meddling attitude of yours is that you don’t have any problems of your own, well, what can I say? I would gladly give you some. Let’s see how well you could cope with it. Lastly, stop inventing stories. Everyone’s lives are interesting enough without you adding lies into it. I know some of your deepest secrets without you telling me. I guess I’m not that lazy about doing assignments, after all. I did a little research about you. And that’s how I got it. I got it from your former friends whom I befriended. How would you feel if at the peak of you, inventing stories, my mouth suddenly slipped and- boom! Your deepest, dirtiest secret is revealed. I wouldn’t feel guilty, though. At least what I said is true.
My point in writing this? To tell everyone to mind their own businesses.
This story might just be a product of my imagination or, it might be true. I won’t say which.
Being an irregular student, I barely see my blockmates now and I regret to say that from a talk to a close friend of mine, I learned that some of them have been talking about me, particularly my love life, behind mine and my bestfriend’s back.
All of the said rumors, as all of you might have already guessed, are from this said gossip queen whose mouth is abnormally large, whose ears are capable of hearing false things from a mile away and whose mind is incapable of thinking. What was more; this said girl has a very good gift of inventing things that no one ever dares to do so. From what I have observed, no one pays that much attention to her so she does these kinds of things for her to be somehow popular, which I regret to say, is beyond impossible.
I owe no one any explanations for the way I choose to live my life. I am still young and I could do whatever I want. A girl with a big mouth like her can’t stop me. About the lie that she has been spreading about me and Mikee, I don’t mind her. That’s obviously the only way she’s been getting attention for years and I bet you anything she’ll die just to find someone who thinks that she’s interesting.
Mikee and I became lovers almost a month after the break- up with his ex. So, how did I ever take him away from the girl? Well, if she still insists that I did steal Mikee from the girl, I guess that the only way to settle this is to have a nice little chat. I still take four subjects with our block. And though I’m always absent for, as everyone might agree, I am a delinquent, I would spare a little time for her if she wants to talk about this issue. But, I assure her that if she does approach me just to reprimand me about the said Mikee issue, that would be the worst decision that she ever took in her whole life. I would slap to her face the truth that I NEVER took Mikee away from his ex and that the fact that I became his girlfriend after the former girl is just a big coincidence. Who would believe her stories after that, huh? Although, come to think of it, in doing so, she would have what she most dreamed of – Attention.
Anywhere she’ll go, people would look at her and talk about her because there, right straight into her, are four big letters written in bold which reads: LIAR. Who would want to make friends with her after that, eh? So, a little piece of advice, shut up or I will force you to do so. You would do well to stop nosing around other people’s lives. If in case the reason behind this meddling attitude of yours is that you don’t have any problems of your own, well, what can I say? I would gladly give you some. Let’s see how well you could cope with it. Lastly, stop inventing stories. Everyone’s lives are interesting enough without you adding lies into it. I know some of your deepest secrets without you telling me. I guess I’m not that lazy about doing assignments, after all. I did a little research about you. And that’s how I got it. I got it from your former friends whom I befriended. How would you feel if at the peak of you, inventing stories, my mouth suddenly slipped and- boom! Your deepest, dirtiest secret is revealed. I wouldn’t feel guilty, though. At least what I said is true.
My point in writing this? To tell everyone to mind their own businesses.
This story might just be a product of my imagination or, it might be true. I won’t say which.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
for mikel.
Maybe things would have been different if he gave me another chance.
I keep on thinking this ever since smoochy came. Ever since I read his comment on our friendster profile. When we broke up, I felt like I’ll never be okay again. I mean, I’ve known him for almost a year and we just lasted for 2 days but, I really did love him. I like to think that I did. I mean, it is because of him that I learned how to wait. I know that he doesn’t text me often but I still wait for the times when my phone beeps and it is his name that would appear. I’ve said the phrase ‘I miss you’ to almost everyone without really meaning it. But whenever I say it to him, I really do mean it.
He asked for a space.
I asked for a break- up.
He agreed.
And that really did crush my heart. I mean, I chose him over my ultimate crush not just because I love him but because I was so sure that we would last for a very long time. I was so sure that he would never leave me. It turned out that I was really, really wrong. And as if dumping me once isn’t enough, he did it twice. After our break- up, I asked him if I could have him back. He clearly said no. Then he added that we just aren’t for each other. It sucks, right?
So there, that ended the most unusual love story I’ve ever known. My Halloween love story.
I can’t believe that it has to take a man, being dumped twice, a lot of tears and many really, really sad nights for me to learn how to really love someone. I don’t blame him, of course. There’s still a part in my past that he owns. A part of my life that I could never erase.
I was his first. I want him to always remember me like that. No other memories. Just a girl whom he once knew who suddenly vanished but whose love always remained in him. In return, I’ll always remember him as the guy who taught me things that no other guy in my past ever had the decency to teach me. That is, in loving someone, you should always be prepared to get hurt. You should also learn how to trust, wait and never take anyone for granted. You would never know until when someone is yours so tell them all the things that you want to say. Don’t keep it all to yourself.
I never got to tell him how much I love him but that is inessential now.
New Year is just hours away and a new man came into my life. I’m now ready to open up my heart again. I do hope that this time it would finally work.
*Never think that just because I have someone new less than 2 months after our break- up, that I never really did love you. As what you’ve said, we just aren’t for each other. I guess fate brought us together to learn the things that we continuously ignore before. I’m glad that I learned all those things from you.
In case you’re wondering, I stopped trying to pick up the fragments of our yesterday because that’ll just hurt me more. At least this way, we parted ways as friends. We’ll always remain as friends. No more, no less. I want it to stay that way.
-for mikel.
I keep on thinking this ever since smoochy came. Ever since I read his comment on our friendster profile. When we broke up, I felt like I’ll never be okay again. I mean, I’ve known him for almost a year and we just lasted for 2 days but, I really did love him. I like to think that I did. I mean, it is because of him that I learned how to wait. I know that he doesn’t text me often but I still wait for the times when my phone beeps and it is his name that would appear. I’ve said the phrase ‘I miss you’ to almost everyone without really meaning it. But whenever I say it to him, I really do mean it.
He asked for a space.
I asked for a break- up.
He agreed.
And that really did crush my heart. I mean, I chose him over my ultimate crush not just because I love him but because I was so sure that we would last for a very long time. I was so sure that he would never leave me. It turned out that I was really, really wrong. And as if dumping me once isn’t enough, he did it twice. After our break- up, I asked him if I could have him back. He clearly said no. Then he added that we just aren’t for each other. It sucks, right?
So there, that ended the most unusual love story I’ve ever known. My Halloween love story.
I can’t believe that it has to take a man, being dumped twice, a lot of tears and many really, really sad nights for me to learn how to really love someone. I don’t blame him, of course. There’s still a part in my past that he owns. A part of my life that I could never erase.
I was his first. I want him to always remember me like that. No other memories. Just a girl whom he once knew who suddenly vanished but whose love always remained in him. In return, I’ll always remember him as the guy who taught me things that no other guy in my past ever had the decency to teach me. That is, in loving someone, you should always be prepared to get hurt. You should also learn how to trust, wait and never take anyone for granted. You would never know until when someone is yours so tell them all the things that you want to say. Don’t keep it all to yourself.
I never got to tell him how much I love him but that is inessential now.
New Year is just hours away and a new man came into my life. I’m now ready to open up my heart again. I do hope that this time it would finally work.
*Never think that just because I have someone new less than 2 months after our break- up, that I never really did love you. As what you’ve said, we just aren’t for each other. I guess fate brought us together to learn the things that we continuously ignore before. I’m glad that I learned all those things from you.
In case you’re wondering, I stopped trying to pick up the fragments of our yesterday because that’ll just hurt me more. At least this way, we parted ways as friends. We’ll always remain as friends. No more, no less. I want it to stay that way.
-for mikel.
my fairytale night.
Of all the guys that I ever met, this one guy is really different. At first, I didn’t even spare any attention towards him. I guess he wasn’t that handsome for me, before. I mean, he is really small for his age and he looks as if he’s just a kid. But I got the chance to talk to him and eventually we became close friends.
The funny part of our friendship is that it started because I used to like him. I started to ask him stupid questions just so I could have the chance to talk to him. It wasn’t that hard to talk to him, though. He’s really friendly.
Whenever it’s our Logic time, I listen attentively so that whenever he would ask me something, I could answer him correctly. It’s not because I want to impress him or anything. I just want to have a chance to talk to him.
I really liked him so much that even the simplest text message from him brings a smile on my face.
I said that he really is different. I don’t know why either. But, what I see in him that I like best is the fact that though there are a lot of girls who are drooling over him, he never entertains them if he doesn’t like them. For me, that’s sort of- kind. At least, when he isn’t flirting with the girls, it means that he is really serious about relationships. He sticks only to the girl that he likes.
He is a really sweet friend. Maybe that’s why I found it hard to accept the fact that we’ll just remain as friends.
But, one thing that I learned from him is that being friends is much better than having a relationship. We get along well as friends. We talk, we joke around, and we share our secrets with each other without being shy. For me, it’s something that we can never do whenever our relationship is more than friends.
When the first semester ended, our friendship started to turn cold. It’s like we just know each other whenever we need something. It’s sad, isn’t it? And when the time came when he won a pageant for the title of Mr. Microbiology, I already accepted the fact that he would always be that great guy whom most girls adore, while I am just a girl who met him in a Logic class. We’ll always be different.
He’s popular, I’m not.
He’s serious, I’m always joking around.
He’s quiet, I’m loud.
He likes older girls; I’m 2 years younger than he is.
It would be a real miracle if we end up together. So there, I thought that was the end of our friendship. Until, one of my block mates celebrated her 18th birthday and we were both invited.
I could remember that he really is sweet but that night, his sweetness is different. I guess we just missed each other so much.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said that I really, really miss him. And he-
He placed his hand on my waist and said that he misses me so much, too.
Of all the times that he said that to me, that night was the only time that I felt that he was really sincere. And for the first time in months, I looked at him, and saw the guy that I used to like.
I guess I was just attracted to him again because he was really different that night.
Here’s my proof:
1.) We shared drinks. While eating, I drank my cola and he said that he already drank on that glass before. I said that it was mine and that his drink was the other one. But, he said that he doesn’t like the other drink and that, since we both had drank on my glass already, we shouldn’t mind sharing it.
2.) He placed his hand on the back of my seat when we were taking pictures of ourselves. Actually, the fact that he allowed me to take pictures of ourselves is already odd. He doesn’t like it that much before. I was really shocked when he placed his hand on the back of my seat. It gave the picture a sort of romantic image. Of all the things that he hates, it is when he is linked to a girl. What was more; he dared me to use our photo as my primary picture on my Friendster profile. He also said that he would grab it and would use it in his profile as well.
3.) He keeps on joking that he would kiss me. He’s a real joker. It’s in his nature. But kissing me is never his type of joke. We’ve known each other for more than four months and he never did joke me about anything like that. But that night, I think that he really is serious. One time, he took my bag and I refused to let him see what’s inside it. I tried to grab it from him and I ended up hugging him. He asked me to let go of the bag or else he would kiss me. I said that I know that he wouldn’t do it. But he said that he was serious. And he really looked serious so I let go of my bag.
4.) He held my hand. I was telling my best friend to touch his hand because it was really soft. After she did so, I was pressing his fingers again when he held my hand. I was really shocked but, for a moment, I held on to his hand, too. Then, eventually, I let go.
While we were together, I could feel that he sort of - want to kiss me. It isn’t that hard to notice. While we were taking pictures, he posed as if he was kissing my cheek. Only I looked at him and he smiled and said that it was just a joke. There was also the instance when he just smoked with my best friend. But, he asked me to accompany him for he likes to smoke again. There was a post there and I leaned to it for support. He sort of came close to me. Only, my best friend suddenly said that her parents were already there and that she has to go already. She said that she would go inside to say goodbye to our friends. So, we were left alone.
I feel really awkward being in a situation like that since I already have a boyfriend. It was a good thing that I saw our car approaching the parking lot. When I told him that I had to go, he was telling me to stay for a short while. But I really had to go and so, I ran away from him to check if it was really our car. He was looking at me and I was waving goodbye at him from afar. It sort of reminds me of Cinderella because it was exactly midnight then.
So, I went up and said goodbye to my friends, too. When I was about to go, he suddenly appeared. And I-
I kissed his cheek. And he asked me to stay longer but I said that I really must go.
And there. I went home.
That night (it was already morning, though); we even got the chance to send messages to each other. And you know what he said?
He said that I shouldn’t have gone home that early. I asked him why.
He said that we haven’t kissed each other, yet. He also said that he really does miss me. Seriously.
So there. That was my fairytale night where I got the chance to be Cinderella. When we woke up the next morning, we were back to being just close friends. I wasn’t complaining, though. As what I’ve said, it’s much better for us to be friends than to be in a relationship.
That night, I was his Cinderella and he was my prince.
But in reality, I am Cinderella and Mikee would ALWAYS be my prince.
Some things are better done and shared as friends than being lovers. And that goes well for him and me. :)
The funny part of our friendship is that it started because I used to like him. I started to ask him stupid questions just so I could have the chance to talk to him. It wasn’t that hard to talk to him, though. He’s really friendly.
Whenever it’s our Logic time, I listen attentively so that whenever he would ask me something, I could answer him correctly. It’s not because I want to impress him or anything. I just want to have a chance to talk to him.
I really liked him so much that even the simplest text message from him brings a smile on my face.
I said that he really is different. I don’t know why either. But, what I see in him that I like best is the fact that though there are a lot of girls who are drooling over him, he never entertains them if he doesn’t like them. For me, that’s sort of- kind. At least, when he isn’t flirting with the girls, it means that he is really serious about relationships. He sticks only to the girl that he likes.
He is a really sweet friend. Maybe that’s why I found it hard to accept the fact that we’ll just remain as friends.
But, one thing that I learned from him is that being friends is much better than having a relationship. We get along well as friends. We talk, we joke around, and we share our secrets with each other without being shy. For me, it’s something that we can never do whenever our relationship is more than friends.
When the first semester ended, our friendship started to turn cold. It’s like we just know each other whenever we need something. It’s sad, isn’t it? And when the time came when he won a pageant for the title of Mr. Microbiology, I already accepted the fact that he would always be that great guy whom most girls adore, while I am just a girl who met him in a Logic class. We’ll always be different.
He’s popular, I’m not.
He’s serious, I’m always joking around.
He’s quiet, I’m loud.
He likes older girls; I’m 2 years younger than he is.
It would be a real miracle if we end up together. So there, I thought that was the end of our friendship. Until, one of my block mates celebrated her 18th birthday and we were both invited.
I could remember that he really is sweet but that night, his sweetness is different. I guess we just missed each other so much.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said that I really, really miss him. And he-
He placed his hand on my waist and said that he misses me so much, too.
Of all the times that he said that to me, that night was the only time that I felt that he was really sincere. And for the first time in months, I looked at him, and saw the guy that I used to like.
I guess I was just attracted to him again because he was really different that night.
Here’s my proof:
1.) We shared drinks. While eating, I drank my cola and he said that he already drank on that glass before. I said that it was mine and that his drink was the other one. But, he said that he doesn’t like the other drink and that, since we both had drank on my glass already, we shouldn’t mind sharing it.
2.) He placed his hand on the back of my seat when we were taking pictures of ourselves. Actually, the fact that he allowed me to take pictures of ourselves is already odd. He doesn’t like it that much before. I was really shocked when he placed his hand on the back of my seat. It gave the picture a sort of romantic image. Of all the things that he hates, it is when he is linked to a girl. What was more; he dared me to use our photo as my primary picture on my Friendster profile. He also said that he would grab it and would use it in his profile as well.
3.) He keeps on joking that he would kiss me. He’s a real joker. It’s in his nature. But kissing me is never his type of joke. We’ve known each other for more than four months and he never did joke me about anything like that. But that night, I think that he really is serious. One time, he took my bag and I refused to let him see what’s inside it. I tried to grab it from him and I ended up hugging him. He asked me to let go of the bag or else he would kiss me. I said that I know that he wouldn’t do it. But he said that he was serious. And he really looked serious so I let go of my bag.
4.) He held my hand. I was telling my best friend to touch his hand because it was really soft. After she did so, I was pressing his fingers again when he held my hand. I was really shocked but, for a moment, I held on to his hand, too. Then, eventually, I let go.
While we were together, I could feel that he sort of - want to kiss me. It isn’t that hard to notice. While we were taking pictures, he posed as if he was kissing my cheek. Only I looked at him and he smiled and said that it was just a joke. There was also the instance when he just smoked with my best friend. But, he asked me to accompany him for he likes to smoke again. There was a post there and I leaned to it for support. He sort of came close to me. Only, my best friend suddenly said that her parents were already there and that she has to go already. She said that she would go inside to say goodbye to our friends. So, we were left alone.
I feel really awkward being in a situation like that since I already have a boyfriend. It was a good thing that I saw our car approaching the parking lot. When I told him that I had to go, he was telling me to stay for a short while. But I really had to go and so, I ran away from him to check if it was really our car. He was looking at me and I was waving goodbye at him from afar. It sort of reminds me of Cinderella because it was exactly midnight then.
So, I went up and said goodbye to my friends, too. When I was about to go, he suddenly appeared. And I-
I kissed his cheek. And he asked me to stay longer but I said that I really must go.
And there. I went home.
That night (it was already morning, though); we even got the chance to send messages to each other. And you know what he said?
He said that I shouldn’t have gone home that early. I asked him why.
He said that we haven’t kissed each other, yet. He also said that he really does miss me. Seriously.
So there. That was my fairytale night where I got the chance to be Cinderella. When we woke up the next morning, we were back to being just close friends. I wasn’t complaining, though. As what I’ve said, it’s much better for us to be friends than to be in a relationship.
That night, I was his Cinderella and he was my prince.
But in reality, I am Cinderella and Mikee would ALWAYS be my prince.
Some things are better done and shared as friends than being lovers. And that goes well for him and me. :)
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