it’s a sunday afternoon and i’m just ecstatic about being able to just sit down and blog like i’m soo fond of doing on a sunday afternoon when i’m not sleeping or at the beach with the family.

rest day from intramurals and yes, i’ve been resting. lmao. i’ve been fixing things out of total boredom and so on and so forth. i think i’ll get back to writing articles for people to steal soon. i miss those times anyways.

guess who just got home from 5 days in the hospital? i did. guess who had dengue? i did. guess who missed the intramurals? i did. and yeah, guess who’s going to prom with mister lumaban? i am.

i think i’m back to my jinxed days. lol. considering how these events have been unfolding, yeah, maybe i am. but hey, i’m home, cured and i can go back to school tomorrow. i just can’t play or shout or do anything issa like though but, i can get through that, i guess. i made lydown for 5 days hell, this should be pretty. haha.

i have candy for sale too. but yeah. candy. :]

-issa

never really had the time to update since i had tennis [which i won, then lost] and then cheerdance practice, volleyball and tshirt business to do. i’ve been home for 2 days straight cuz i got sick. it’s either dengue or over fatigue. i don’t mind dengue, really. just not now. lol.

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issa

i couldn’t go out. only people could come. but today was eventful. not my usual saturday but i guess it was ok. lol.

mister torpedo. yeah, little did i know that they make the most damage.

i hate airports. nothing good happens when you go there. there’s always somethimg wromg. it’s either you loose your bag, the cr’s suck or you have to say good bye to people you care about. airports do not send out positive vibes. they break my heart and i hate it when that happens. but it happens all the time.

i didn’t cry when i brought the castros to the port. i was laughing actually. i unno. don’t even ask why. but i guess, it’s easy for me to say good bye to these kind of people. family. i know they’ll be there. i know they’ll come back. not much to even miss, actually if i had to be completely honest but y eah, i will miss those kids.

i miss you, castro

it is soo different with him. i like keeping him to myself and i love the fact that i just know that it’s there. i know i could be wrong about this and hey, i probably am but, i unno. i could stay like this for a while. i guess it’s cuz he’s agressive but he’s not a player. he flirts but not with other girls. i don’t know. i’m not tired of him yet. and i’m not planning to tell anyone who he is.

he’s my dirtty little secret.

i write about you in my notebook everyday it’s not supposed to go this way. </3

kk

This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?

As i'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of

And this is my mixed tape for her
It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers

dear jesus,