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[12 May 2012|11:31am] |
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I've been going through a depressive state for quite a while now, and I've been telling friends I want to go home.
But where is home?
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| Itchy red bumps!!! |
[23 Apr 2012|08:11pm] |
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Feanne, you infected me with whatever skin rash problem thing you had/have.
That's right, from ACROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN!
p.s. I miss you
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[13 Apr 2012|02:36pm] |
After a few hours of rain and lightning and thunder, my mother decides to put some cross outside the house to protect it from natural disasters.
The rain dies down and she goes "You see, the thunder stops immediately after I put that up"
*face palm*
Yeah sure, whatever you want to believe hon.
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[10 Apr 2012|09:02pm] |
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I just want to be in love again.
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[22 Mar 2012|11:50am] |
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I'm not sure what's happening, but all of a sudden, I'm seeing all of Cat's old LJ posts. It's not really a problem, I like going back and reading. I'm just unsure of how it happened
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[07 Mar 2012|10:53pm] |
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It's so hard to think that I am the same person I was six years ago. I am pretty boring now. I do not go out, drink, or hold parties anymore. I don't really have any interests right now besides avoiding mother.
At the same time, bars don't stay open too late (like they stop serving alcohol at 1 and kick you out at 2), good, cheap food places aren't open to accomodate hungry or drunk people, and people here (in California it seems) are so involved in their own lives that they do not seem to want to reach out and connect with others.
It's hard to remember that every night during the weekends I would invite a few of my friends over (most of whom were male) to drink, play videogames and act stupid.
My boys. My bitches.
It's hard to believe, that my number one bitch is gone.
I mean, I know he's been gone, but thinking about those fun high school times just isn't the same with that knowledge.
I remember the night we were a little intimate. It jumpstarted my relationship with Miguel.
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[04 Jan 2012|03:19pm] |
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My mom's mother died today. I had plans after school but I cancelled them because Mother is leaving tonight at 6 and I thought I should spend some time with the family
On a happier note, I'm happy that people are writing on LJ again! I should seriously write more, instead of just reading people's posts and maybe commenting
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[27 Nov 2011|03:09am] |
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I don't really care when Sachil works or what he plans to do for his day. I mean, I wouldn't want to call while he's working or something, so it might be good to know when he does work. It's just kind of sad that if I call him, it's cause I need someone, not necessarily him. And he's not usually my first choice to rant to.
In all honesty, I am glad Sachil and I are broken up. We still hang out but it's very different now that we've broken up. It's like I've gotten some closure and I've put a mental note in my head to detach. I don't have anything new to do with my time, I just do the same things. School, gaming, avoiding mother... I mean, we're still friends, and I do love him, but emotionally speaking, he's just a friend to me. He doesn't notice a difference from being broken up and being together. Not that it matters
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| A tribute to Marc Lamb |
[27 Nov 2011|01:41am] |
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Marc Lamb is more than a former Vice President's grandson. I may not have known Marc Lamb for very long, and we definitely had our differences, but we reached out to each other whenever we needed someone. There are not a lot of people who can say they actually KNOW Marc Lamb like I do. Most people will remember him as a funny guy who had a great taste in music. I'm not saying he didn't but there was so much more to Marc than that.
As ironic as it is, Marc was passionate about life. He had big dreams of leaving the Philippines and doing something influential with his music. In some ways, he was already living the rockstar life. He experimented with girls, drugs and alcohol. He used his music and personality to move people.
I don't know everything about Marc Lamb, but I feel very special to have shared memories with him.
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| Sachil and Corinne: February 6, 2010 - November 11, 2011 |
[11 Nov 2011|10:56pm] |
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Sachil and I played a lot of tricks on our friends that they didn't believe us when we both changed our relationship status. Besides that, we've always hung around each other no one thinks we can survive without one another.
Hopefully, we can remain friends.
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[05 Nov 2011|04:51pm] |
"Don't you dare rebel against me just because you are a teenager. You are going to be in the wrong side of the road because I am always right. If you had those parents who did drugs with their kids, then you can rebel because you'll be on the right side of the road" Noemi Dela Pena
Well, that's silly. Let's say all parents are like you, even the druggies, they demand that their kids follow everything they say and do, and not "rebel." How will the kids know they should really "rebel?" I hate using the word rebel because it's just not doing something to get back at your parents. It's different from reasoning, or standing up to your parents for what you think is right. Of course, my mother likes to think of herself as the queen who was betrayed by her peasants.
Getting back on topic, what exactly is good and how do you know about it? If you were raised by lying murderers, would you know what is good to follow or to stand up for?
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[31 Oct 2011|01:06pm] |
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I was thinking of being my mother for haloween because she is the most terrible, evil creature I know in real life. Fortunately, I was sickened by that idea the minute it went in my brain that I stopped.
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[29 Oct 2011|12:23am] |
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Two days ago, one of my closest friends killed himself. When I heard it, I was in a state of shock. Just because it's someone I knew. You hear about suicides all the time but you never expect to be the person who knows that guy. I feel I should be more angry or sad but I don't feel anything. I've always known I'm sort of a heartless bitch; and that if someone close to me dies, it'll be better than them "disappearing." I did not know I actually would react in this way.
What I do feel bad about, is that his best friend and ex was there. Poor Miguel. I'm really worried about you. Marc and Miguel were drinking alone and Miguel went downstairs to get his car, only to see his best friend's body right there. Poor bunny. As of now, I have no idea how he is.
I hope you're okay, bunny. Rest in peace, Marc.
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| Let's talk... |
[27 Oct 2011|07:50pm] |
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Something very sad has happened yesterday. I shall blog about it more later. I should feel more angry or sad but right now I feel nothing. I'm also keeping myself busy with Marco and school so maybe i'll feel it later.
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[21 Aug 2011|07:28pm] |
Reading my friends' posts make mine seem so superficial.
Oh well.
I'm enjoying my vacation since my brother and my mother are not in the country. The latter more actually. I'm actually hoping mother would decide to stay in the Philippines longer while dad's going to be there to be with her mother. I mean, I can take Justin to school (even though he can walk himself) and other things.
My relationship with Sachil has improved during the two weeks she's been gone. It is still more like the friendship relationship though :b Uh... I guess I shall talk more later.
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| BEGONE SoS!!! |
[28 May 2011|01:20pm] |
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I hate that self-centered woman so much. Positive thinking and breathing deeply does not work with how much hatred I feel towards her.
Just talking to her for 1 minute is enough to raise my blood pressure and ruin the rest of my day, so I am LJing now to release it and let it all go.
She actually just said, "Can I assign you to be in charge of this or magagalit ka nanaman?
To which I replied "Of course I'm going to get mad!" <...stupid self centered bitch> with a smile on my face.
Her response was shoving a moneybag in front of my face. But she's left me alone because I've got a lot of projects (And I really do, I swear!)
Can the woman not think? Why does she assume every thing is an attack against her? I believe I have so much hatred for the woman because she is a childish bully who screams and throws tantrums when she doesn't get what she wants. Also, she assumes everyone gets up wondering how to disrespect her that day.
It's sad, but I lost all my respect for that woman when she's use words like disrespecting her, or walang kunswelo for things that don't even relate. She makes herself a victim, and with the way she's going, I don't pity her one bit.
Also, I wonder how my father ended up with her. He seems to prefer people who seem sincere, and this woman is definitely not sincere.
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| from a friend |
[25 May 2011|06:56pm] |
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"i dont know about the dynamics of your relationship....but i dont really think youre a needy person. i think theres a difference between being needy and wanting to be in a relationship that is emotionally satisfying to you"
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[18 May 2011|09:45pm] |
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I am soooooo kilig heeheeheehee
*floats around*
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[22 Mar 2011|12:26pm] |
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I fucking hate my stupid ass phone! It's so fucking slippery when it doesn't have the case on it which I had to take off because it was overheating. While it was falling out of my hands I made a mad attempt to grab it and ended up scratching my leg and now I'm bleeding (yes, my nails are THAT sharp).
I also hate fucking hate the magic jack because every time it turns on, it has as mad urge to minimize whatever program I'm using and put itself on the top. (which led to the phone falling with the battery popped out and my bleeding leg).
Of course, my mother HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD to call the fucking house, knowing completely well that I was doing something at the computer to close the garage door, WHEN she told tito jo to close it already. Stupid bitch.
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