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i miss;

the times when I would climb up our fence just to sneak out.
the times when I and my friends would go to the park and play.
the times when I would play street games with my friends and cheat.
the times when I would beg mom for 10pesos so I could buy fishballs and a drink.
the times when I come over to my cousin's house and sleep over.
the times when I would scrapped myself and cry my eyes out.
the times when I would have a small fight with my friends and make up after 10minutes.
the times when I would to visit new places and "explore."
the times when my family would go out for lunch after mass.
the times when we would collect candle drippings and sell them.
the times when class is cancelled because of a storm.
the times when I didn't worry about things and future.


I miss my childhood. PERIOD.
I wish I could visit my childhood years.

I'm going to start writing all my childhood memories in a notebook
so I could never forget them.
I don't ever want to forget them...not even one of the........

Paper Plane.

It was a very foggy day.
It looked like a scene from a movie. Low clouds drapped all over the dock making it magical and mysterious.

Some sunshine get passed through the thick fog and hit tiny shiny droplets of morning dew.
In the dock, you can barely see what's the vast ocean doing, but you know it's stoic because you can hear the water gently splashing to shore beneath the dock.
It was silent and deserted except from the seagulls and occasional sand pipers.
You can smell the fishy smell of the ocean comingled with the scent from the rain the night before whenever wind would blew from nowhere.
All you can hear was the fog horn, seagulls, and the splashing of the water.


As I walked around the shore, I saw a child, alone, lonely, and sitting by himself in the corner edge of the dock facing the ocean, foot dangling off the dock.
I looked up to see a more coherant of the child's appearance. Next to him was a giant damped paper plane-- or at least I assumed it was, and a white inflated balloon with dark smudges was tied to his scrawny wrist that was dancing with the wind.

He was wearing nice clothes, the kind that parents would make their childrens wear during special event. It must've been a really nice clothes except his white long sleeve that was maybe made from pure silk was all torn up, ragged, and dirty, he's missing one shoe and the socks didn't matched, and his pants was torn up as well. "I wonder what is he doing?" I stared at him more.
Somehow I felt connected and I felt sorry for him. I don't know why. As I scrutinze him more, I noticed that his hair wasn't fixed and tangled up, the kind of hair you get when you just got up from bed. In his other hand, he was holding a white cape embroided with silver linings.

As I stare at him in complete silence, he stood up and hugged his cape, as if he was saying goodbye to it. He untied the balloon from his wrist and let go of it, the balloon went up dancing until seen no more.
He was crying in silence now, he wiped his face with his hand smearing more grime and gunk onte his face. Til this time, I still haven't got a view of his face.
He wore his dirty cape, stood tall, chin up, like a realy royalty.

He walked backwards and after ten steps, he started running towards the edge of the dock.
As he reached the edge of the dock, he jumped as high as he can as if he's going to fly. It was mystical because he was glimmering as the sunshine hits his face....
then he fell down.
I looked at the ocean, looking and hoping he's okay. But I did not see any movement in the ocean.
It was the last time I saw of him.
I went to the place where I saw him sitting, there, I saw his damped paper plane.
I unfolded the paper trying not to rip it.
Inside, there was a writing....

"Someday, I will be SOMEBODY to SOMEONE.
This paper plane will be the witness of that."

dandelion.

"Let's start again. Shall we? You as you? Me as me?"
"The beginning of many lives"

taking the easy way out.

I think I can surely say that majority of people takes the easiest way out of something. It can be from a simple household chores-- mopping the floor without brooming it so it will be faster, doing math homework-- using expensive and "state-of-the-art" caluculators to solve math problems, text message break up-- don't want to face your boyfriend/girlfriend, looking for love-- now that we have world wide web it's much easier to look for love, TO getting out of troubles-- there will always an easier way.

Sure there is always an easy way out, but what do we learn from it? Do WE learn anything from it? Of course. But not as much we learn from taking the road that is far less traveled. All of what I have said earlier, there are CONS right? Mopping, after you mop without brooming when it dries the dust will be there. Relying so much to a calculator doing your homework, in the day of the test would you know what will you have to do? Text messege break up, was there a real and clean closure? Looking for love using internet websites, isn't more comfortable and secure meeting someone personally than talking to a box[computer]?

The other day, I took the elevator to my class because I didn't want to use the stairs up to third floor. "No way in hell" I said. I was the only one in the elevator. Since I was busy texting, I didn't realize that the elevator hasn't moved. After 3-4 minutes, that's when I realized that I might be stuck. HOW EMBARRASSING! I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I should call for help or anything. Thinking too much, I didn't have enought time to crawl in ball of mass hysteria. But after good death-defying three minutes.........

I realized SOMETHING. I didn't pushed the button to third floor. That sight gaved me a relief and I felt how stupid I can be. REALLY STUPID. I took the easy way out. Thank goodness I wasn't really stuck. But what if I did for real? Did taking the easy way out helped? Certainly not.

got mask.

It's SWINE SEASON. Get your masks ready! :)

"Mr. Cupid I need help. Please?"

The other night, while I was catching some ZZZ`s. LoLa called me. "What does she wants now in this time of the night?" I said to myself. It's about her boyfriend. They're having some misunderstandings which I think is normal for a healthy relationships because it helps you to be stronger and more patient. I knew both of them since my high school days, so I didn't know where should I place. In between. Ah yes. Good Idea. I asked LoLa what happened.

She told me her story. It was a freaking five hours talk! Who knew a single SMS can complicate a two years relationship?! Of course I want to be on her side since I'm more closer to her than her boyfriend. But I wanted to be fair. I wanted to hear both sides' stories. After that seems endless five hours talk, I asked LoLa if she wants to do threeway calling. I'll call her boyfriend, she'll be on the other line keeping it quiet. She agreed.

So I called her boyfriend, Dane. I was already around 3AM. Thank goodness Dane's on spring break and I'm not actually interrupting someone's slumber. Like what LoLa did to me! ANd hallelujia for me not having a class in the morning.

"Hey Geo. What's up?"
"You know what's up?!"
"I guess LoLa told you already...."
"Obviously...DUH" I said, irritated.
"Look, I have an explanation." When he said this, I felt bad for some reason.
"It's better to be a good one. I'm listenin." I told him sincerely.

And so begins an ear-bleeding explanation. The whole time, LoLa was on the other line. Listening. Sometimes, she coughs and sneezes then Dane would ask what was that. All I can tell him is "It's our sick dog.", even though we don't own any.

From my perspective, I think he's confessing the truth and nothing but the truth. I knew LoLa thought that too. She's just too stubborn to even listen to him before.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't his fault. AND conspicuously not mine!
It was the SLUT's fault. The girl who've been CRAZY about Dane. I MEAN CRAAAAZY. The sideline hoe. I would to smack her face for causing so much trouble. But I wouldnt. I'm still a gentleman after all.

In the end, I brought the couple back together. That's me. That's my job.

"It's kind of wierd how most of my friends runs to me when they have a problem in their love life. When clearly I myself have a little experience in such matters."

college life: part two.

Cherie knew what she had to do, and that is to not to talk to him-- my stalker. And so we did, the whole freaking class time. We're mean like that. Frankly, he look lost at our table. He just didn't fit with us. Before class' dismissal, Mrs.____ assigned us homework. For the first day of school. ALREADY! She wants us to present next class meeting to introduce ourselves. Now I totally hate her.

So the class ends....
I swear, when I saw that clock's hands set on 10:50AM. I heard "hallelujia" on the background.
AMEN!

"Did you see what he was wearin`?" Cherie asked.
"Who? Him?" I replied softly.
"Uhm yeah." She said in a "duuuh" tone.
"Let's not make our world revolve around him. We don't know him." I suggested.
Like that, we just dropped the topic.

It's too bad we don't have next class together. She have a class at 11:15AM and my next class wont start until 1:15PM. BUMMER. We sat togther for like ten minutes watching people passed by and of course, we talk about them. After that fun ten minutes, we parted ways.

Since it was only around 11:00AM, I have nothing to do. I decided to go to the bookstore to get my books, office to update my ID, and library to look for something that can help me with my presentation. The dreadful two hours passed by so slow I thought of going home but I'm definitly will be late for my math, so I didn't.

I had the same teacher and classroom like last quarter. So I knew what's to expect in the class. It was a two dreadful hours. IT WAS SUICIDE for your brain, SERIOUSLY! After one hour of the syllabus reading, we had a ten minutes break. THANK GOD. I quickly went to the bathroom racing the other students so I get to use the NICE CLEAN stall. After I washed and sanitized my hand, I grabbed my phone and adrenaline rushes through my body as I think about calling my BFFFE. One ring. Two ring. Then she answered.

"Hello! ABBY! Miss you betch!"I suprised her with my oh-so-jolly-voice.
"Oh what do you want?" She replied that brought my vibes down.
Not thinking about her attitude, I happly told her that I'm surrounded by handsome and beautiful people. She was my saviour. I needed that ten minutes break to talk to her. I LOVE HER. She makes my life oh so better by ten million gajillion katrillion (Is there such things?) times! When my break ends, I head back to class with a smile and grin in my face.

When class ends, I hurried to the bus stop, which was leg cramping walk! The bus ride was almost two hours. Again, I felt pity to myself cause my parents won't let me drive to school yet. I do have my license anyway. As is walking from the bus stop to our house, the sight of our door gave me relief. THANK GOODNESS.

"I'm home. I'm going to sleep. Good night!" I yelled.
I went upstairs to my room and locked the door.
I turned off my phone just in case they call.

Before I went to a deep slumber, I thought about what happened that day.
It put a smile. It wasn't a bad day after all.

college life: part one.

"Earth to Geomarc. Earth to Geomarc. You there?"
Cherie joked while shaking me violently I thought my brain was going to come out of my ears. I unwillingly lifted my head up and parted ways with my sweet sweet erotic dream (Don't ask). Once I came to my senses, I looked around the classroom. Everything's the same except every eyes are locked on my still half-asleep face. Even the teacher's. I felt blood rushes through my face and I blushed (It's wasn't too obvious though since I'm dark). After that, I felt nervous and naseous, BUT definitly naseous. I can't believe I slept on the first day of school! It was heinous! The teacher asked me if I'm okay. And with all my courage and sanity left on me, I chocked on my reply but manage to say it loud and clear.


"I'm okay. Everything's fine." I said.
"Okay then....." The teacher obnoxiously said with an annoying smirk on her face.
She went back to lecturing with more than ever louder voice. ANNOYING!

This is college. You go to school and the teachers lecture you for two dreadful long hours. EVERYDAY. The only fun parts about college are seeing your friends, getting your weekly allowances, and the best-- gossiping and prattling about teachers (Which happens to be my friends and I's specialties).

I faced Cherie and I gestured to look at Mrs.____. She knew what I meant. And so begins the ridiculing.

"DOUBLE-YOU-TEE-EFF is she wearing? Isn't she way too old for that kind of make up?...." She said in a very disgusted manner. I giggled. That was funny especially the expression she made with her face. I heard a couple of students giggled behind us as well. I scrutinized carefully the skinny white teacher while she babble about something, making sure I wasn't too obvious. I moved my head nearer to Cherie so she could hear me with my whispering voice.

"It's either the circus performers threw up on her OOOR she got her outfit at a circus convention." I whispered making sure we're the only ones could hear me. But BIG ASS mouth Cherie laughed so hard that Mrs.____ looked at us. AGAIN.

"Is there something you would like to share Ms........" She paused and looked at her sitting arrangement skit. "Ms. Cherie?"
"No Mrs.____." Cherie managed to say.

After that it was a pretty slow class. Me and Cherie just texted the whole time and goofed off. Then the unthinkable happened. There he is, one of my classmate from my english class last quarter. I never liked him. Most of the times I'd caught him looking at me. I say he's a stalker. Cherie knew about him. He's late, like always. Since I and Cherie are the only ones in our group table, Mrs.___ decided to put him in our group. EVEN GREATER.

One moment.

DAMN.
It's amazing how someone can have a REALLY GOOD IDEA in the wrong time and wrong place.
IDEAS that might change the human nature and all.
And in an instant, it's forgotten just because they forgot to write it down.

Kind of like what happened to me when I was doing "number two".
TSK. TSK. Life's a shame.



shoooooot me.

Time will pass.

The first time I met you, my heart pertained to someone else.
But everytime I catch you looking at me, I fall for you deeper and deeper.
Can't you see what's happening to me since you came?

Please. Please. Please.
Never look at me with that smile on your face.
Because it will make things worse.
Stop giving me hopes that we could be together.
When I really should think about her instead.

When I got to know you better.
It made me really wants to be with you.
Everytime I kisses her.
It's you that I really see.

You are making me forget about her...

Time will pass.
Sooner or later my feelings for her will be gone.
And if that will happen.
Should we be together like what I dreamed off?

I should be sleeping but....

LoLa woke me up by texting 25 FREAKING text messages in a row!!!(Notice the three exclamations?) Asking me to call her. But I didn't. I'm too worn out. I'm too exhausted (From what? I've been sleeping all day.) And too BLAH to really talk about anything. But since I'm SUCH A GOOD FRIEND -- to some degree at least, I managed to text her back.

"Phuck off bee-yatch. I'm sleepy! Go to sleep or hell or wherever you wanna sleep. Just let me sleep and I'll call you first thing in the morning. Okay? Love you bebz!"

Call her first thing in the morning? I don't think that's going to happen. Well I guess she'll have to wait until I call her back like the rest of my friends who called me and got ignored. I'm a bad friend.

Now that I'm slightly thinking, did you ever gave thoughts about how much can betide in an minute?

At this exactly moment April 4th, 2009 2:00AM....

-In my room, I'm typing this blog entry.

-In Canada, an old lady is dying of cancer.
-In China, a new twins are borned under a poor family.

-In Las Vegas, a gambler just lost $1000 and plus.

-In Paris, a french lady fakes an orgasm.

-In Africa, a boy just died because of malnutrition.

-In Antartica, the ice just decreases in size.

-In Japan, the population increases.

-In Iraq, a mother cries over her daughter's dead corpse.

-In Seattle, a bunch of friends are clubbing.

-In Tuscany, a newly wed is having their honey moon vacation.

-In Manila, a 7 year old boy is being sodomized by his cousin.

-In Sydney, a 14 year old girl fall in love for the first time in her life.

We all share this one minute with the rest of the world. And every tick of that universal time clock, we all get nearer to our unfathomable destiny of The End and nothingness.....

the walls we built.

Being afraid of getting hurt is the number one reason people try so hard to project. To protect ourselves, we build walls. Why do we build walls? Because more than often if not, most of us end up falling and getting hurt.

We build this walls to save ourselves from getting all torn up.

But sooner or later though, we get tired of pretending and having these stony walls. Finally, we adjudged that it's finally time to break the walls up for the person we apperceive impervious with. But again, only to discover ourselves in the same circumtances. Circumtances that we've been trying to avoid all along: Attain for granted. Alone. Abandoned. Pushed away. Hurt.

And so, we build these walls again. But this time, our walls are more enduring than the previous one. It's a very exhausting and horrible cycle, but yet most of us, like the hamsters, keep on running in it.

Why do we build walls? Ironically, it is also to make people stay. If we don't thave these walls, our guards are down, our flaws and fears will be exposed. What is left for them not to furlough?

Most of us if not, are on a desparate and endless pursuit to reconnaissance for that special someone who would standstill notwithstanding the knowlegde of our weaknesses, the wrong doings we have done in the past, in the present, and even the aberattions we're about to make in the future.

We build such walls as well not only to make people stay. But also to see who loves you enough to go through challenges and climb that wall for you.

But the question really is, "Does such person in this world exist?"

the joan story: the war.

For Joan, the battle began when she was only 5. She was cornered in a room with an aviating little devious roach circling the ozone of her room with a very bright pink painted walls. Hyperventilating, She stayed on the same spot trying not to make any sudden movement. Already, tears running down her cheeks and sweats coming out of her lifeless skin's spores. After what seemed like an eternity, her friend Lesly came in and saw Joan's motionless body trapped in the corner, crippled with fear and holding onto her slippers just in case the monster attacks her. She wasn't sure if Lesly was laughing at her as Lesly killed the nasty 2-atennas damn bug with her own slippers but nevertheless, she was Joan's first hero. After the incident, the fued between her and the roaches are so on.

Many years has passed, she was able to lived a normal life with an occasional war against the roaches. Sometimes she lost, sometimes she takes home the trophy. The most recent encounter she had with her archenemy was just 2 days ago. She was with some friends hanging out at a local coffee shop as they do every weekend. After just a several sips of the freshly brewed coffee, she felt the helplessness urge to run and do "number one."

As she closed the door behind her, she got the feeling that there's a war about to go off. She examined the location, and there it is; the ugliest, fowliest, nastiest, and devious creature her two eyeballs ever layed on on the face of the earth--right by her right foot. She jumped as high as she can, hoping that she still have a shot at winning the war. She layed flat paralyzed against the door with her arms stretched so up high it could reached the ceiling and her feet tip-toeing as if it woud prevent the monster from attacking.

With her Oriental-Asian-Pacific-Filipino chinky eyes, she watched the monster crawled for covers under the toilet. Her skinny knees quivers as she desparately gasped for air and felt that same feeling she had when she first battled against the creature.

"DAMN IT." She said annoyed.

Now, the only matter that's more atrocious than discovering a roach on your potty break is losing sight of it. There's no knowing where and when it will attack. You'll never know if it's about to fall on your head, creep up on your legs, fly towards your humanly face, or worse--land in your ass while you're taking a pee [Now that would be a million bitch and a half.]

Battling the urge to curl into a ball of mass delirium and cause an ephedemic humilating scandal in the bathroom of the coffee shop, Joan tried to get her head in the game and thinked straight. She heard a faint small voice in her head telling her to suck it up and stand up for herself and fight the battle she can't lose. Fighting would be better than having her friends or worse, enemies; hear about her pathetic battle agains the roach on the local tabloids.

"Medical Student: Lost a battle against a roach."

Now that would be a news-worthy story.

Shaking off her fear of roaches and focusing to fear of social stigma, She came to conclusion to face her archenemy. Without taking her sight off the place where the monster was seen disappeared, she desparately reached for the bar of soap at the sink.

"Oh hell naaaaw! There's nooooo effing way I will use my Jimmy Choo flip-flop to kill that monster." She thought to her self.

Finally, she raised her arm up high, and got ready to strike as soon as she even just spot a millionth of a millimeter of the devious monster's nasty and disgusting antennas. After merciless ten minutes of nerve shaking suspense [Yes, she stood there motionless, bar of soap in her hand, and quiet for ten long minutes], she audaciously tried singing "The Eency Weency Spider" to lure the monster out of hiding. Can you think of a song about cockroaches? Don't think so.

After the miny concert to lure it out.
Nothing happened.

With a half-squinter eyes, she finally decided it's time to end the war. With a determination and lots of courage she bent her trembling knees further and took aim, then threw the bar of soap onto the floor behind the toilet. "THUD!" As the soap hits the floor.

Still, no sign of the monster.

Quickly, she realized that she just lost hand of her weapon available for the monster's possible extermination. She panicked, drown on her fears, she opened the door behind her and ran for her dear life.

She lost the battle this time. Again.

Joan felt proud nevertheless for being so brave in the face of the war. She wasn't a coward. She fought. She was the party that was on the offense after all. She felt powerfully renewed. She felt the Queen-you-can't-mess-with of the modern world. "Next time, I won't lose." She said to her self. She felt omnipotent.

After all that, she still had to pee.

damn pictures!

Who cares about Octomom!?

It's all about Octogirl now!

Skinier and less babies!

Is your vajayjay making a squeeky sound?

Call the number! They are expert on leaky

vajayjay! 10% off first service! HAHA And they said studying is good?

I think not! This equation just proved it.

No more studying! That's what I call fast food!

Do they have happy meals?

Do I want to know what's on the happy meal box?

I think not.

So this is the purpose of the naked statues arounf Europe.This will be a hit! Looks like this couple finally found the position they've been looking for. By the looks of it, they look happy and loving it. 5 miles more to go. Take it slow!

This image is so wrong in so many ways!

I don't know what's creepy.

1. Having a life-size doll as your girlfriend.

2. Having a life-size doll as your girlfriend dressed up as a high school student.

3. Having a life-size doll as your girlfriend dressed up as a high school student and taking the doll to a picnic using a wheelchair.

4. Having a life-size doll as your girlfriend dressed up as a high school student and taking the doll to a picnic using a wheelchair with your best buddy having one of his own.

What's wrong with this guys?!

The scarf of the future!

Keeps you warm.

And it gives you a fresh new rounded boobies!

Not suitable for kids.

I'm so sure wolverine is enjoying this.

Pervert.

Have a baby baking on the oven?

Use this helpful easy to follow quick tips.

Keep your baby alive.

What's up with that one on the floor?! OMG!

"Shoulders to lean on."

A long time ago, there lived a two really good best friends.

They have the strongest bond between friends. It is even stronger than the bond between sibblings. They knew each other since grade school and now they are in college. It was unbreakable. They knew that there's nothing can come between and asunder them apart. Although both have very distinct lifestyle, they managed to stay good friends. They knew the consequences. One was Heaven. One was hell. Both two should never met.

One was always deploring how life is so cruel to her. How she never gets what she wants. And how life is very unfair to her. Because he knew her inside and out, he knows what she needs to hear. Words that can make her smile again. But still she felt abandoned and crestfallen that her life was far from what she have always dreamed of. He knew there's nothing he can do except offer his shoulder to lean and cry on because he could never give her the life she wanted the most. To a such small thing, she's contented and knew it was more than enough....to hear his voice over the phone, feel his embrace, and see his angelic face as ofter as she could. She secretly loved him all this time more than anyone else.

But things happened. She met someone that can finally make her happy. Someone who occupied her sadden thoughts and her heart. Little by little, she slowly drifted apart.

Now she found this new happiness and the life she've always wanted. But then, just like what she always feared of, everything she've dreamed of fell apart. She wanted it to last a lifetime. She wanted to hold on. She knew this person is different, he mattered to her more than anyone else in her life.

On the other hand, although he felt he had been forgotten, he tried to do everything he can to put things back all in pieces without her cognition. It's his best friend's happiness we're talking about. It's what matter the most for him, her happiness. He just have to do everything. He did everything he can and hoped it will work for the best.

After a long time since they've heard from each other, he recieved a suprisingly message from her. "Hey buddy! Sorry I've been away for quite sometime now. Can we meet up? Usual place."

And so the best friends did.

Here they are, in their usual hang out place. Acting like nothing's wrong. After a long time, here they are again on a lazy saturday morning in the breezy shore. Already the mood was sad and tragic.

"I thought you have forgotten about me. It made me sad." He said half-joking.

"How could I forget about you? You're my best friend. The one I treasure the most." She replied.

"You know that will never change between us, right? I knew what I had to do. And that was to let you go and find the happiness you've always looked for.......happiness that I could never give you." He said as he hold her hands. Already tears were flowing down on his cheeks.

She felt that even if he meant what he just said, there's nothing they can do. There was something painful about those words. She apologized.

But he didn't accept it. He knew she didn't know the things he'd done for her, but he wanted her to think she found what she had been looking for on her own. After all, that's all what she wanted.

"I'm dying." She said softly. "The doctors found out I have a tumor in my brain. Sooner, I'll become bed-ridden and die slowly."

He was aghast and astounded. He wants to help her. But he knew this time there's nothing he can do to make things better and change things. He was helpless. And again, there is nothing he can do but to offer his shoulder and cry with her........

falling all over again.

It has been a while hasn't it?

Yes indeed. Did you miss me?

Of course I did. I haven't talk to you since senior year.

How've you been?

I've had better days, and you?

Eh, still breathing. Barely.

So I heard you guys broke up. Is it true?

YES. Well NO. I don't really know.

What do you mean you don't know?

We didn't really have a closure. We just STOPPED at some point.

May I ask you one question?

Sure. What is it?

How do you know you still love that special someone? And When do you know when to let go.

It's kind of hard to explain. But I'll try anyway.

You know what, don't answer that. I want to find that answer myself. Someday.

I'm sure you'll find that special someone. And they will be very lucky to have you.

Why did you say that?

You are one of the nicest person I met. They are stupid if they ever let go of you.

Thanks. That's a nice thing for you to say.

If I could......I would love to......

If you could what?

I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye Geo.

Okay. Bye. Take care.

I THINK I'M INLOVE.

TEN things I'm thankful for.

In our time today, it's hard to not focus on the crisis and to focus on the everyday blessings we get. Everyone is affected by these "crisis." I'm affected by the financial crisis. My parents "tightened up the belt." I'm saving money like it's the end of the world. Most of the time I'd have a bad day that I don't even recognize all the good things in my life. Why is it hard to recognize these things when we're in trouble? My life was troubled by everything because I scrutinized even the smallest details and I would just see the mistakes and negatory sides and I don't see the blessings. Well now I'm going to focus on the blessing I have right now and be thankful for them.

10. "Home Sweet Home"- I'm trully thankful for my home. Not everyone have a house to come home to where they can rest to remove stresses, eat until they please, watch TV until their electric bills' are high as a sky scraper, or take a shower until they drown. Not everyone can have this "privelage", so I'm thankful I have a home.

9. "Dorinda and the Swimmers"- Dorinda is my pet goldfish and "the swimmers" are the other fishes I don't really care about. Dorinda and I go way back.....JUNE 2008. I fell inlove with her. She's perfect little fish. Her fins and tail are elegantly long and her orange shade scales are magnificent. She's the most beautiful creature your eyeball will ever see. Whenever I'm stresses out I'll just watch her swim in my 20-gallon tank and all my worries in the world just go away., for a short time at least. I'll cry if she dies.

8. "I-net"- I guess it's pretty much self explanatory why I'm thankful for internet.

7. "My Reader[s]"- I'm not sure how many readers this blog have, but I do know it got some. I'm thankful for them. They are one of the reason why I continue to blog. Without them, there's no reason for me to blog.

6. "Money"- I LOVE MONEY. Who doesn't? Maybe if I'm a contestant in "I Love Money 2", I'd win! I'm not completely broke but not rich either. I just have enough bucks to go out and have fun with my friends but still have some money to save. I've been saving to reward myself a new Nikon Coolpix. My parents doens't know I have a SWISS BANK ACCOUNT.

5. "My Gizmos"- This will includes my DS, PS2, Rock Band, Cellphone, Laptop, and my most priced possesion, Kit --my Canon DSLR Rebel XSi. I'm just happy I have them to entertain myself. Withoutmy phone I think I'll go nuts. SERIOUSLY!

4. "Fam-bam"- Whoever is not thankful for their families is an ingrate. I'm so thankful for these special people. They've always helps me keep my ground stay put to the ground. And helped me when I'm troubled. Even though sometimes we fight, I still love them to death. Hey that's family! You hate them but you love them more!

3. "3DAMN"- I think I won't be like me right now without the fine crafting of these two fine young ladies on me. They are a huge part of my life and will always be. Life would be different I i never met them.

2. "BFFFE"- Which stands for Best Friend Forever For Eternity. I only have on BFFFE and her name is Abigaile Madelaine Villafuerte. I love her that much. We may be miles and miles away but we talk almost everyday for hours and hours. She knows most of my secrets that only her knows. Without her in my life is like SPICE GIRLS without Posh Spice. Horrible! I love her to the INFINITY.

1. "Life"- Everyday I'm alive has always been a blessings for me. It's sad that not everyday I could thank God that I'm still alive and well. Without this "LIFE" I would've never met all these special people and enjoy mife experiences to the fullest. Thank God I'm alive. IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE!

3DAMN a.k.a G.E.M. Precious Friends.

Did you ever find that special friends you think you'll be friends with forever and no matter what happens? I think I did.........I KNOW I DID. They are my SISSIES. I'll dedicate this entire entry for my sissies. I met this GREAT friends of mine back in 2005 when I used to attend El Dorado High School in Las Vegas. They we're among the first friends I made. I met them through Crystallyn who I thought was Pauline's Mother who happened to be really cool and chill girl. Gets? Crystallyn is my "CONNECTION" to all the Filipinos in school. I really thought she was Pauline's mom. HAHA. Anyway, I first met Erika. She was really quite. Like REALLY quite. But we didn't talked much as our personalities are very different from each other. I met Marielle from THE ASIAN CLUB. Fa'sho. I think it was more of a Filipino Club because majority of people there WAS Filipinos. The first time Marielle talked to me, I thought she was loud and nice at the same time. The kind of friends I would love to have. After that "club" meeting, Marielle seems to be everywhere and quickly we clicked just liked that. There's even one time that one of our friend thought we were going out. HAHA. We were like "OH HELL NO!" Soon after, we found ourselves writing to each other and passing notes every between classes. She's really cool, bubbly, LOUD, and FUNNY. I can't remember how the three of us actually end up being really friends. I think it was when we "PINOYS" started chillin under tree in the parking lot. We called it "treedom", and after that the three of us was REALLY GOOD FRIENDS and started calling "our" group "3DAMN", but I think it wasn't after Crystallyn's birthday around November. I think? That night was so fun! I think it was the night that we called ourselves "3DAMN." We've only known each other for a short time but it felt like we knew each other for a long time and we know each other very well, but truth is, we still barely know each other. Overtime we got closer and closer and closer that next thing I know is we are "G.E.M. =Precious Friends." HAHA. The acronyms of our names. Geomarc. Erika. Marielle. Cool huh? Early April of 2006 I needed to part ways from them because I'm moving to diffeferent state. It was sad and hard. My last school day, I thought I was going to cry, thank God I didn't It wóuld've been a mess! Until now we are the closest friends. Even though we are thousand of miles away from each other we manage to continue being frieds and talk to each other despite that we are now busy with our own lives. Every year, I try to atleast see them even for a short time. 2007, I got to see them and hangout with them because I had a vacation trip to Vegas-LA for my aunt's/ate's debut. It was memorable. Every day spent with them is always memorable. For 2008 I went too see them twice! One in September for my grandma's birthday. We went to Jollibee <--my fave, went to the almost top of the mountain, and I slept over at Marielle's house, too bad Erika couldn't sleep over. For December, I went there just for kicks. I wanted to do something for my winter break and it happens that I have a month long break so I BEGGED my parents to let me go to Vegas. And they did. It took me 5days before I could tell my sissies I'm in Vegas because I wanted to suprise them. But my big ASS mouth got the best of me. I told them. One day, Me and Marielle hung out pretty much the whole day. We went to Venitian to see our loving hard working sissy, Erika. She treated us a Frappé. YUM! Then me and Marielle walked in Strip and went to Fashion Show Mall to see our friend Pauline at Sanrio store. HAHA. We got hella freebies. It was a fun crazy night. We even got lost. It was so funny. I can't wait to see them next time! Hopefully summer vacation so it would be longer!

I LOVE MY SISSIES<3

OH NO!

MY BFFFE [best friend forever for eternity]
JUST GOT HER PHONE TAKEN AWAY.
Í'VE ALWAYS DISLIKED VERY STRICT PARENTS.


NO MORE CRAZY-GOSSIP-PHONE-NIGHTS. :[
AND NO MORE TALKING ABOUT SEX ED. HAHA.

I MISS HER ALREADY. <3
I LOVE YOU ABBY!


I WONDER HOW AM I GOING TO HEAR HER VOICE AGAIN. I MUST THINK.
HELP?