Good times are even better when shared with a friend.

Woke up super early today because I have a "satur-date" with my best friends. Look who's excited? Huh? Lol. Woke up around 6.30-7.00 a.m. Took a bath, dressed-up and packed my things I needed to bring. Nothing much important on that part. Lol! Met up my best friend Mimi at Baclaran and as usual I'm late. She waited for an hour and I'm kinda worried about her because she's on a one un-safest place on Earth. And she understand it. She really knows me.

Then off to San Juan Arena and we have a free ticket and it is on the court side. The game was good. UST won against Adu. Cheered up for UST. I know I should cheer for Adu cause it's my school. You know! Lol!

After the game we went to Mall Of Asia. Ate a gazillion food at Jollibee like there's no tomorrow. Too much exaggeration on that part. Lol! In short we pigged-out the whole time that we were together. Then walk for awhile. Sat on a cafe. Did some usual stuff that we do when we're hanging out there. Did some chit-chats and laughs on a smallest thing or situation that we can think of. Some parts are way way private and I'm happy about it and disappointed and sad and sad and super sad. A blessing had gone away. Maybe it's not the right time. That's why. And here comes the saddest part of it. Saying goodbye to the both of them. I really missed them so much.

Too bad Jayson wasn't there. Too bad. Really really really bad. I miss him too and Yana of course. This day was a blast and I'm looking forward for more bondings with them.

Favorite people, favorite places,

Favorite memories of the past,

These are the joys of a lifetime. . .

These are the things that never last.

Life without friendship is like the sky without the sun.

Friends can make you laugh like no one else can.

And I'm happy I found them. I thank God for the way He made them, distinct, special and

unique. They were not made from a common mold. :-)

From your funniest friend who loves to listen to all of your problems and who tries to solve it with all of my patience and effort and love.

♥

To ‘men’ on the streets,

I wonder if you all had boobs, butts, non-hairy legs and you’re wearing a skirt or shorts due to the fact that:

1. it’s hot

2. you don’t have pants anymore, they’re on the dryer

3. it’s hot,

I wonder what you would feel when you pass by a crowded path way/street and ‘your kind’ by kind, I mean:

1. disgusting

2. no breeding at all

3. inconsiderate

4. no respect for the opposite sex

5. I-want-to-kick-you-all-in-your-most-beloved-body-part

6. perverted human beings keep looking at you, from your face to your feet and their expressions seem like they’re mentally undressing you, they want to take you home and they whistle and call you all sorts of names ‘Miss’, ‘Ganda’, ‘Sexy’, ‘Ate’ and some other things that make you feel uneasy and make you hate your kind….

HMM, I WONDER IF THAT HAPPENED TO YOU, I WONDER IF IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO CHANGE. OR MAYBE BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES.

With all the imaginary punches on your private parts, curse words and cans of pepper spray(s),

a girl with boobs, butt and non-hairy legs.

The Things that I’m Not Saying

I don’t need another ‘best friend’, I just want someone to listen to my make-believe stories, be interested in whatever grade I get on my paper (which I stayed up all night for), laugh at my ridiculous jokes and tell me when I’m being a real bitch pain in the anus. I don’t need someone to compliment me everyday. I just want someone to tell me I’m beautiful and lovely during the rare days I feel like a huge pile of turd or when I feel like a tiny, miniscule nothing in this piece of universe. I don’t need an everyday companion. I just want someone to walk with me and hold my pretty umbrella over my head during dreary, rainy days. I don’t need a 24/7 ‘text mate.’ I just want someone to send me sweet little nothings and ask me how my day went and actually care about my answer. I’m not asking for a lead vocalist. I would just love for someone to sing me sweet little melodies even if your voice is terrible. I don’t need a slave. I just want to see your smile to remove all the exhaustion I feel after every school day.

I don’t want the cliche` forever and a day.

You see? I’m not

asking for a lot. I just want to know that even just for a day: before I wake up, after I wake up and before I go to sleep, someone is thinking of me and is looking forward to the next day, waiting for me to wake up.

I am not!

Seriously, it bothers me so much when people think I’m being sarcastic in a situation when I clearly am not. More often than not, I’m just being blunt or witty, but get accused of speaking sarcastically. Maybe they get confused because I like to use all three a lot and so it’s hard to keep track, or maybe it’s just that these people don’t know the definitions of the words. (I’m banking on the latter.) Being sarcastic is using your words to convey insult. So…if I’m making fun of you and making you the butt of the joke, I’m being sarcastic. Being witty is being clever in conveying your understanding of a situation. So…if I’m making a clever (or not so clever) joke about a situation, I’m being (trying to be) witty. Being blunt is being straightforward. So…if I’m telling you my opinion on a matter, I’m being blunt. So basically, please know the difference before talking to me, unless you really want me to get sarcastic with you.

Dear Fool,

There once was a time when I was dependent on you to make my day. If you just made it a point to check on me and talk for a while, that made my day all the better. If you didn’t it killed my entire day. Now I don’t need that at all because I rely on myself to make my own day. Never again will I depend on anyone but myself to make me happy. You see, if you check up on me now, it’s as though you’re just another person saying what’s up. It’s a new year and that means sticking with my new state of mind. The point is, you ain’t shit to me anymore. The end.

Your loss, not mine.

Sincerely,

Me

Adulthood.

Up until recently, I had been having trouble deciding what to do with the rest of my life, my career and essentially my future. Apparently, they tell me that’s what I’m supposed to be doing with my life right now. With that came plenty of thoughts about the trials and tribulations of growing up, plenty of thoughts I’d always been aware of but never truly examined until I was faced with actually having to grow up. You see, I have this problem with society and that is that society stripped me of my childhood. Melodramatic right? Maybe so, but I’ll still stand by it.

Seriously, whoever established this ridiculous concept that at such an early stage of life you should already know what you want to do with the rest of it should jump off of a cliff. Grown children of 18 to 21 should not already be held responsible for deciding what to do with the rest of their lives. I don’t care what the law says; in respect to life, you’ve definitely got a long way to go at 18 and you are far from adulthood. You want to tell me you’re magically an adult just because you turned 18? Oh, are you ready for a rude awakening. However, it’s not you that I blame for this lapse in judgment. As a matter of fact, we’re taught that we should already imagine and long for reaching adulthood when we’re actually much younger. I’d say when we’re about 4 or 5, maybe even younger.

When we’re young, so many adults emphasize that you should enjoy your childhood, and yet here we are in a world that also emphasizes the moment a child enters school that you should already have dreams and aspirations as to what you want to be when you “grow up.” A child should enjoy their childhood and yet they should already think about growing up? Well, that sounds like a paradox if I’ve ever heard one. How is one to enjoy their childhood if they must always think about their future?

Basically, I’ve come to the conclusion that that’s where we were all screwed over. We were all screwed over the very moment we were asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” See, in that very moment we all tossed away our childhoods unconsciously. In that very moment we established that we would never even be allowed to enjoy our childhoods, as so many adults told/tell us to do. Because in that very moment we were told to abandon fairytales and magic and we were told to enter a mundane world where we must constantly think about “adulthood.”

To the one that got away,

I don’t need any of this sugarcoated shit. Let’s get down to the nitty gritty when it comes to what really needs to be said. Straightforward, that’s what I’m all about; more blunt, that’s even better. I’m a ”big girl” and I can surely handle myself. Don’t turn a situation around on me and say that I cannot handle the topic at hand because you can’t handle the topic at hand. Please do come right when you’re trying to talk to me about your feelings or I will certainly go left. You want to argue over petty things? I’m sorry I don’t do that. I know when to speak and I know when to stay silent. You want things complicated? I’m sorry I don’t do that either because I don’t need complications in my life.

You’re the type to need companionship, the type to always need someone there beside you and I’m not. I’m that independent type of girl who does not need someone by my side to feel complete. Love is complimentary not supplementary. Before I met you I was living just fine. You came and left, and I’ve survived without you. I’m complete and content with just me, thank you very much. So when you’re looking for someone to fill that void, please look the opposite direction because I most certainly will not be anywhere looking back.

Do not take naked pictures of yourself for your boyfriend.

If it ends badly, they could possibly be used against you. If you get famous, you could be blackmailed. If someone that hates you finds them, they could shame you. If your parents find them, well, just hope that they don’t. If your little sister finds them, she’ll think it’s okay to do too. Is that the message you really want to send?

You’re doing it to prove your “love” for him. Hon, if he loved you he would not need a copy of your goods on his phone or computer. He could wait for the real deal. But hey, you’re going to do what you want to do, right? If you want your man to see all your goodies, let him see it in personwithout any cameras present. That way how you express your “love” can’t be used against you. Two words, Vanessa Hudgens. Need I say more?

Yeah. Another bullet point post.

From now on no dudes who are

• Insecure
• Loaded with baggage
• Unreasonably jealous
• Cheaters
• Palethogical liars
• Finger-pointers
• Concerned with the wrong shit, some people have real problems.

If you can’t fix you, neither can I. Don’t come looking to me for improvement from the last bitch, she probably left you for the same reason. I am not the home depot. Handle yo bidness ugly!