what’s gonna work? teamwork

what’s NOT going to work? haha. zecrt-oh amig-oh!

lmao.

so aside from the world being cruel to me, things have actually been turning out ok for me. i mean, i did have to stay in the library after the tests due to the lack on friends at school but aside from that, i’m fine.

i figured, i’m ok with everything for real. if i don’t hear from him, aww.. ok rapud. just make sure i don’t hear from him in a very long time.

no more choices for me. santa knows what i want this christmas. make it good, mister. common, i know you want to šŸ˜‰

i can’t wait to go xmas shopping for my outfit on friday. i want a pretty dress and i’m not taking skirts as an option right now. yes, thank you šŸ™‚

mom’s home. now i’m not in the ranting mood. she just reminded me of how miserble i am at home.

argh, matey!

can i STAB you?

i miss him soo much.
i miss the happy girl i was when i talked about him.
i miss the girl who loved the sun
and thought that God sent the rain to help the flowers grow.
i miss his voice and actually being in his arms.
i miss having him on playback  in my head
all day.
i miss his smile and the thought thati could be the reason behind it.
i miss who i was with him.
i miss being in love.
or thinking that i was.

the phone’s ringing again. ever since i got up, that fucked up piece of shit hasn’t shut the fuck up and it’s killing me.

i am very much annoyed by the fact that the calls are never for me, they’re for the maid, and that i have to get up from my chair, in my room, just to pick up the phone for her. i think there are reasons why we have social divisions. i’m being a bitch, i know. but these are my thoughts and let me sulk in them. and ohh, yeah. one thing about the phone calls. they were his thing. and for a few days now… i haven’t seen him around.

school as usual has been nothing but cruel to me. thank God, i had jet to sit around with and talk about RYPIT moments and crush moments with. if it weren’t for him, i know for a fact that i would’ve been sitting in my chair pretending to write meaningful letters for my THE project and getting fat on my chocolate bar and candy that i brought. if i discontinue the want to turn anorexic or bollimic, i think i’l just turn diabetic. i think the thought of injecting myself everyday feels nice to me. HAHA. my god, i’m kidding. lmao.

btw, thank you, jet. thanks for helping me get through this.

i have bad PMS again. i have the need to destroy everything i’m humanly able to. relationships, things, people. hopefully not christmas. i know what can make me better though- it’s just something i can’t have right now.

i hate the wrinkles i’m giving myself

FUCK THAT TELEPHONE! IT’S RINGING AGAIN!!

So
anyways, when I got home last night I got to thinking. Yes, I actually
do this sometimes. I thought about relationships. My past relationships
and hopefully my future relationships. I haven’t actually had an ACTUAL
relationship or anything that I can call
love. Afterall, love is only a feeling. Well
except for that time that I thought i was in love. I think that was
just a mere figment of my imagination. Haha. Something ALWAYS managed
to get in the way of my happiness. Tsk tsk. Why does it always happen?
Boys never fail to break my heart. Or was it the other way around? Haha
I’m kidding. I just want a guy that will call me up at random times
during the day to tell me he misses me. Or randomly surprises me in the
middle of the day because I miss him. A guy that won’t rush into things
and most importantly a guy that won’t play around with my heart. Are
guys like this totally
obsolete from the world?


http://bellaluna56.blogspot.com/ <– layla’s blog

hey lay, i stole this from your blog cuz i love it.

last night, i wrote to santa clause. i told him everything i wanted for next year. who i wanted to become, what kind of person i wanna be with and a certain event in my life that i want to happen. I STILL BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUSE and yes, i’m on the good list this year, as always, thankyouverymuch

i have Chemistry and Computer tests tom. i doubt that i can sleep late again though. lately i’ve been getting those, “WHY ARE YOU SOO THIN AND DEAD LOOKING NOW?! UNSA KA, WAI KATULOG?!” sermons every morning and i’m tired of hearing them. it’s not true. i don’t have problems.i get extremely bored and create them. lmao.

the back of my thighs itch. i think i’ll go scratch them with a blade. lol.

serisously, i’m over that.

issa, the IGUANNA

your words are no strangers to me

despite our sleep over being the best soo far, i can’t help but admit that it was full of “i’m pitiful” moments. sigh.

full of, “i miss hims” and of “i don’t know what to do’s.”

i think i want to turn into a smoker. i don’t know. i want to try a black bat, dj mix, lucky strikes and all those other highly commercialized suicide sticks.

i want to start cutting myself on a regular basis and puking my food out and wearing my hair to the side just like those typical emo kids do.

i wanna be that typical teenager with all those fucked up things rolled into one.

call me crazy. but i blame PMS. it’s got to be PMS because i know that this is not permanent.

i just saw your name pop out from the side of my screen. i know it’s not really you but i saw it anyways and i can’t help but wish it was you and that you’d call me and talk to me and just make me feel better with just the sound of your voice

i don’t know what i was thinking. i don’t know what to think anymore either. i just hate the fact that you’re too scared to be with me. how much more could you possibly hurt me?

i think it’s actually humuorous how i’m soo affected by the whole deal when i knew that this would happen. i guess was just fantasizing again..poor kid.

I wish you’d tell me that you couldn’t break my heart to my face. i wish you’d tell me that you love me and i wish that you’d say it while looking straight into my eyes so that.. wa lang, experience. HAHA. jk.

seriously, i’m ok. maybe a little bit of me isn’t. i mean, who would be? but you know, if it’s for the best then why waste it?

but the truth is, you were the best thing that could ever exist in my life right now


name
age
sex
blood
birth

pisti ka.

taking it one day ata time . of boys & … boys

today we had the SSC outreach program which i’m very happy to say was very very succesful. i loved the fact that we were able to do what we did even if it’s just cuz it was christmas. it’s not hypocritical, it just makes more sense. lol.

today was good for me. it was kind. it was better, waaay better than yesterday. yesterday made no sense to me. no sense to me at all. humm..

anyways, i spent the whole morning with tamae, talking and helping her try to make her speech in bisaya which was FREAKIN hard, man. lol

the whole significance of my morning though was talking to tammy about everything. well, not everything but you know, that. what’s happening right now. and to be honest, i’m shocked. lol. TAMAE MAN GUD! I BLAME YOU AND YOUR GUESSES! haha.

now, i’m just confused. lol

i feel like such an idiot right now. sometimes,i feel like i just talk to hear the sound of my own voice. sometimes i talk and don’t even think what the consequences might be. and god,  feel like such an idiot gyud. arrrgh, matey. lol

tamae told me to weigh the things about certain people. cough, cough.

she let me rant for a while and yeah, that did go on for some time. lol. pisti.

and i hate how she kinda guessed what i didn’t realize. i swear, it’s just so hard.

is it too late to wish it all away now? i don’t wanna wish it all away. i just wish, this wasn’t as complicated. lol

he’s the nicest
he makes me want to change
i know i can trust him
i can see that he’s willing to try
he makes me smile

but sometimes i feel that i havta give him a little push now and then. just to make sure i’m not completely alone in this

he’s soo nice… i can’t break his heart.

he plays games [but sometimes, i like it]
he’s fun
for some reason, he can be the most annoying person in the world but, i never get annoyed
i don’t have to worry about what i say to him cuz it’s just cool like that
he’ll always be around
i don’t believe in this but like, sometimes, he gives me that feeling na, he’s changed. NOT. what am i? 13? HAHA

i have a feeling that he can hurt me the most

i don’t wanna think that i can live without him in the picture anymore because honestly, i thought about it and i realized na if he found someone else, it would crush me. crazy, right?

where is this all coming from? OH. TAMAE!!

she kinda said she knew who i wanted. and honestly, i don’t know. it struck me. her reasons struck me. and i now i can’t stop thinking.

what if i’m wrong? what if he hurts me and i’ll have no one else.

i don’t want that to happen. not after i told myself that it’s ok to love. it’s ok to let him in and it’s ok to happy.

i don’t know who’s reading this right now but, i’m sorry. i have to choose. i don’t wanna be wrong. i wanna be happy.

i love, hate, want, can’t live, killed, shot you.
guess.

bittersweet

i cannot understand why soo much drama is piling up on me. well, i guess i got i wanted. drama. you know, the kind i never get? haha. well, that’s that.

my eyes are stil sore from crying my eyes out. i feel like an idiot right now but not because i’m guilty or anything but because, i never realized what my parents taught me to.

sorry if this is soo publicized but this is where i channel all my feelings and forget how i feel and forget the world and just forget, you know?

you know, honestly, this was my decision, i asked for time and i know you’ll give that to me and i’m thankful. we had soo many time to fix things, so many days and hours to fix it. and i guess it hurts to know that when i’ve finally turned myself off, there’s still alot of you holding on to what i’ve let go and honestly, i can’t think of a reason why. and it makes me realize that, if you have reasons that i don’t maybe, this isn’t supposed to work out or end the way it should.

i know we’ve been friends for soo long. but, sometimes it feels like i don’t know.. maybe we don’t need each other as much as we used to.

i’m willing to be friends but right now, that’s all that i’m willing to be. i can’t imagine us trying to fix things again, not in this situation where i’m not quite willing to yet. i just want to start from the begining, i want to know what we’re really supposed to be. if we’re supposed to be BFF’S, then we’ll cross each others paths again. if we’re not, then, well, i will always treasure what we had and i will always look back at our pictures and hopefully rem. the good days. not the quiet meals, not the insults, not the back bites and not the fights. no, none of that.

i want to be civil. just that.

i know you want more. but you’re soo fond of getting things your way. i know this is harsh but, not right now, ok?
i can’t please you. i’ve done that for too long. i watched us put up too much for too many months and it’s time we learned that not everything can last as long as we want it to.

i’m sorry.

bittersweet

i cannot understand why soo much drama is piling up on me. well, i guess i got i wanted. drama. you know, the kind i never get? haha. well, that’s that.

my eyes are stil sore from crying my eyes out. i feel like an idiot right now but not because i’m guilty or anything but because, i never realized what my parents taught me to.

sorry if this is soo publicized but this is where i channel all my feelings and forget how i feel and forget the world and just forget, you know?

you know, honestly, this was my decision, i asked for time and i know you’ll give that to me and i’m thankful. we had soo many time to fix things, so many days and hours to fix it. and i guess it hurts to know that when i’ve finally turned myself off, there’s still alot of you holding on to what i’ve let go and honestly, i can’t think of a reason why. and it makes me realize that, if you have reasons that i don’t maybe, this isn’t supposed to work out or end the way it should.

i know we’ve been friends for soo long. but, sometimes it feels like i don’t know.. maybe we don’t need each other as much as we used to.

i’m willing to be friends but right now, that’s all that i’m willing to be. i can’t imagine us trying to fix things again, not in this situation where i’m not quite willing to yet. i just want to start from the begining, i want to know what we’re really supposed to be. if we’re supposed to be BFF’S, then we’ll cross each others paths again. if we’re not, then, well, i will always treasure what we had and i will always look back at our pictures and hopefully rem. the good days. not the quiet meals, not the insults, not the back bites and not the fights. no, none of that.

i want to be civil. just that.

i know you want more. but you’re soo fond of getting things your way. i know this is harsh but, not right now, ok?
i can’t please you. i’ve done that for too long. i watched us put up too much for too many months and it’s time we learned that not everything can last as long as we want it to.

i’m sorry.

tell me what means more to you

can you say.. SCREW UPP?!

honestly, i don’t know what to do anymore. i can’t say that i’m totally sad about what’s happening because quite frankly, i don’t think much of anything is going to change except for the .. the really can’t find the right word to describe it. the .. shit, i know this.. uhm, AMBOT OIE, PISTI!

anyways, yeah, things have been happening in my world lately. imagine that, i finally have something to talk about something other than hating school or .. whatever.

hahai. i know things’ll be different. lunches will def. be akward since we’ve managed to go through a whole year putting up with this but.. this is what i want and i’m sure she wanted it too since she didn’t even have the courtesy of talking to me about it. so, i guess, we’re ok.? no, but she has her friends and i have my notebook. which sounds sooo exciting.

miguel picked me up today. i made him spend 300 bucks on a cab. lol. thanks, mig. iit was fun.

this could easily turn into love

no one even suspects a thing

ā¤

my back hurts and so does my neck. i have bags under my eyes and i might just fall asleep while typing. but guess who doesn’t care? good guess.

still waiting for the famous bagyo to come and wipe everyone off the face of the earth- but i dount it’s really coming. geez. i’d hate to havta go back to school tomorrow. geez louise. so, maybe i just won’t, simple šŸ™‚

anyways, last night was fun. i went to sto.nino for this retarded party which bore me to death. if seno hadn’t showed up, i think i would’ve died.lol. samatabhadra is not my crowd, now i know.

so, me and seno just stood under this tree talking while, at the same time, having him blow smoke in my face.lol. sos, maanad raka.

then mikel caught up with his car and his hot new sound system na gi hambug gyud si amao. hehe. then we went to seno’s house where osting, ken, danton and vince were. oh wait, vince just caught up with us diay. lol. same shit. they brought me back to the party and yeah. the party.

weird thing is, someone there who was from USP came up to me and asked what my number is cuz she and some friends of hers were forming an all girls band and they wanted to know if i was willing to play bass or guitar. i wonder what made me look like i played an instrument. geez. i think i’ll pass though. not into the whole girl band thing. not my thing. but if they’re a big deal then, i could consider being band manager. hehe. una bah.

i’m at granny’s, btw. fun fun. went to colon today to buy candy. candy girl.

i know what i wanna do for the rest of my life. and it’s not sellng candy, thankyouverymuch. ā¤

so anyways, stayed up ’til 2:50 talking to marc on the phone. nothing serious, just random scary stuff. it was fun. šŸ™‚ thank you, dong. lmao. i know you hate it when i call you that. hehe. let me have my fun. and you owe me a testi!!

ok, i’m dunzoo. sakit gyud akong lawas.

i pray to God you can’t breathe. i pray you can’t go a single day without thinking of me.

so, everyone is pissed about the asean, huh? haha. well, i am too. asean is soo the drama, man. despite it being a stepping stone and shit, i don’t see the point of them ruining our plans because of it. stick to schedule people, WOULD YA?! haha. dem.

anyways, i’m over it. i just wont go to school. simple.

“ring ring” checks phone: francis [shsj] Ü

do i really want this?

no

i think i want something else. and i’m not telling.

i think it’s a completely different thing when you don’t wanna tell your friends about him cuz you’re scared of spoiling it. spoiling your chances of being happy and spoiling your chances of being with him.

i wish he’d want me back. ā¤

issa decides to get real.

done fantasizing here, thankyouverymuch.

anyways, my week has been hectic. i’m pilled with projects again. but it figures, once it’s this time of the quarter, this kind of stuff is expected. the only good thing about projects and p.t.’s is that we get to slack off alot and projects are a good source of income for me. making them for other people, that is. people must think i badly need the money cuz i’m soo into selling nowadays but, i don’t know.it’s something i wanna do for a very long time. i have a fetish for making my own money and watching it grow. mr. right, you’re gonna have to deal with that. šŸ™‚ thank you, rich dad, poor dad. LMAO.

anyways, yesterday was fun for me. and my week has been pretty fair. my days are getting brighter despite the rain. ā¤
the other day, i almost got drunk from a glass of wine. geez louise. krystle gyud. “is your mom a baker cuz you have great buns” you bitch. haha.

yesterday was fun too.i got my artwork loyalty card and i hung out with mikee [again] and marc.:) and they got to meet my mom! haha. which got my mom asking. geez. “who were they?” “unsa man to? kinsa nila nanguyab nimo?!” haha. fuck. sorry, marc. didn’t tell yoiu about that. Hehe?

i stayed up late yesterday reading old conversations on paper that i saved from my first year of highschool. dramatixx, man. lmao. i miss those times. i miss it badly. </3 i could never have what i had in stc all the way in mmch where little happens. but i’m fine. i have “other” things that keep me sane. like, staying up late at the thought of marc puking his guts out cuz of too many bazooka shots. lmao. i still don’t know what that is. so tell me, what’s your deepest and darkest secret? smug.

you are my beauitful disaster
my beautiful catastrophe
darling, you are simply EVERYTHING that is
beautiful to me ā¤


Didn’t want to leave you

With the wrong impression

Didn’t want to leave you

With my last confession

Of love

Wasn’t trying to pull you

In the wrong direction

All I wanna do is try and

Make a connection

Of love


***: i’m yearning for you, baby issa
me: boy, i wish you wouldn’t.

iguana, issa


issa the iguana
HAHA