I’m no dick, so keep me out of your mouth!


[I love you lannah!


 


       Well. Heard em seniors been talking shit bout me and making me their bizack as if I give a shit1. They’re all in this phase that I’ve change or something like that shit. It’s about the racket… know, I’m not stupid! Just because I didn’t let em use my racket doesn’t make me less of a person. It doesn’t mean ima bitch or anything it just means that they should stop sucking up and get a life1 ugh. I officially hate em. I saw most of em skanks at the mall in their goofy wanna be outfits and they were all up on my grill giving me the look and acting all stupid… they should just lick it on a stamp and send it to someone who gives a shit about their obnoxiousness cuz I don’t. Last night this girl was all. “hey iss, musta?! I heard arte na daw ka.. people are talking bout you and they’re not good.” As if I care about what the seniors think. They’re just mad cuz I’m not obsessed with em. Lol. I crack myself up thinking of how much of a suck-up I used to be. I’m not scared of them.. and I will never be… who the hell do they think they are!? They’re Nobody’s well… at least to me. J


 


I love it when I mad!


 


Was at the mall the whole afternoon with Casey. It’s sort of like, a sister date or something The girl was such a brat,man! But it was all good even though I didnt get to hang out with my mates.Arden and em’where there and they hung-out with layla,ina,Daniel,Justin and marco.Lol. Making the most out of the summer, aye?!I can picture it now.. yeah. It’s all coming true.. L lord, I wish I could’ve … whatever.not planning to say “stay”]


 


oh yea, i went jogging today.. to forget the stress


Ok, so ima bounce It’s girls in love and I don’t wanna miss a thing.

The best days of our lives


 


Reuniting, chit-chatting, gossiping, letting to know other people.. that’s what happened at inas 14th party! I was soo cool and I had so much fun. DO THE LOW!! Hahaiz.


 


fine. so i have no time to write watever happened but whatever did.. it was ‘awesome!’ 😀

a sprained ankle, a new phone and a broken heart


lol. broken heart, broken heart ka dira.. i was just trippin.:) anyways, i do have a sprained ankle and i like spent the whole day at ayala and i think that made it worse!! hahaiz. a girl ‘s gotta stryt her stuff! well, while me and chub were at ayala, we caught up with nartin and we decided to trade phone’s.. iit’s kinda stupid but, hey .. not for me. 🙂 lol. im going to tia tina’s house cuz granny is arriving tomorrow… joy! 🙂 cge sah oie.. gotta bounce. 🙂


peace!!

can’t get over this font… it’s soo funky. so, i’m planin to stay online… look for a good, cheap college away from the phili. [so ican finally get it over with and leave this dump!] [dun be hatin] and an easy scholarshi[p. hey, you can never be too prepared.  i’m feeling better, but not too much. i missed tennis. the thought of my junior raquet just, shredded me to pieces. i bet people think tennis is a joke to me, thta’s why i’m stuck with this thng but mind you, once i’m a pro.. ya’ll wanna have that junior raquet!! whatever. 


i have better things to do than to mope over my misery! fuck this.


‘fulla pimp juice!’


()_() kInkbUnny ()_() 

THE LITTLE GIRL WITH THE BIG DREAM


 


Nobody ever told me that there was something wrong with dreaming.  All my life, I’ve been a dreamer and no one ever told me that I wrong of doing so. But somehow, when I come to think of it I know that there is, but I can’t seem to make it out.  Deep down inside me there’s a strong doubt about this thing called “dreaming” because if it was good, then I wouldn’t feel bad inside. As I think of my dreams now and then, I end up down on my knees  praying and wishing it would end because the more I dream, the more my spirit is brought down. There’s nothing wrong in dreaming and that is a fact, it’s dreaming that someday that dream will come true.


 


      I am all about dreaming and I’m all about wishing. I wish that I were beautiful. I wish I were smart. I wish was rich. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish and dream so much and at the same time, I was that half of the things I dream of would actually come true. If I could picture myself the way I wanted to be in the next 10 years, I would be a rich and famous psychiatrist for young teenage girls. I would even have my own book! I would also have my own store for teenagers with the best designs and interior. I would have cafés in my name. I would be happy and sincerely contented. This is what I picture my life would be. Sometimes, I dream so much that I know this would soon be a reality but then, as much I want to keep believing sometime or someone always pinches me to the reality that maybe, that just might not happen.


 


      So now I find myself crying in the middle of the night wishing that I never dreamt to begin with. That if I didn’t dream these stupid dreams, things would be easier for me to handle and that I wouldn’t feel soo bad.


 


      Dream the dream, don’t live in it.


 


 


      


 


                  TAKE ME AWAY                    

THE LITTLE GIRL WITH THE BIG DREAM


 


Nobody ever told me that there was something wrong with dreaming.  All my life, I’ve been a dreamer and no one ever told me that I wrong of doing so. But somehow, when I come to think of it I know that there is, but I can’t seem to make it out.  Deep down inside me there’s a strong doubt about this thing called “dreaming” because if it was good, then I wouldn’t feel bad inside. As I think of my dreams now and then, I end up down on my knees  praying and wishing it would end because the more I dream, the more my spirit is brought down. There’s nothing wrong in dreaming and that is a fact, it’s dreaming that someday that dream will come true.


 


      I am all about dreaming and I’m all about wishing. I wish that I were beautiful. I wish I were smart. I wish was rich. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish and dream so much and at the same time, I was that half of the things I dream of would actually come true. If I could picture myself the way I wanted to be in the next 10 years, I would be a rich and famous psychiatrist for young teenage girls. I would even have my own book! I would also have my own store for teenagers with the best designs and interior. I would have cafés in my name. I would be happy and sincerely contented. This is what I picture my life would be. Sometimes, I dream so much that I know this would soon be a reality but then, as much I want to keep believing sometime or someone always pinches me to the reality that maybe, that just might not happen.


 


      So now I find myself crying in the middle of the night wishing that I never dreamt to begin with. That if I didn’t dream these stupid dreams, things would be easier for me to handle and that I wouldn’t feel soo bad.


 


      Dream the dream, don’t live in it.


 


 


      


 


                  TAKE ME AWAY                    

BEING PRINCESS FOR A DAY,


BEING PAMPERED


SPOILED.


 


            Oh my Gosh, I totally love today!! J


 


            Ok, let’s forget about the stressed out Issa who plays too much tennis and is too dark! The Issa that has to wake up at 8:30 in the morning and hardy has time for herself or for her friends [except Chub]. And the Issa that hardy talks or spends time with her family.


 


            Today was ‘awesome’ <- the wonderful words of INA. [imixoo ghurl L] I spent the whole day with my papa. There wasn’t much talking cuz we were either eating or doing something else! LMAO. Anyways, let’s not talk about my morning because, let’s just say, a couple of things or people wrecked the mood. DILI IKAW CHUB!! J Anyways, thank God papa picked me up from tennis. We we’re supposed to go to lunch right after that but I suspected he didn’t want to go out in public with me cuz of the way I looked. ;p I was sweaty from tennis gud, naturally! So after we went home and I dressed up me and my papa went to Mikado to eat Tempura since for some weird reason, I was craving for it bad!  FOMAL. [fell of my ass laughing] And hell, did I eat! It was like, sinning!


 


            We watched a movie… GUESS WHO?! It was soo funny! I practically F O M A L! 😀


 


            I got a new skirt. And I had a foot massage. It was heaven. I love playing princess!! LOLZ


 


            And it was soo humiliating cuz while I had my massage, I drifted off and I had this dream where I fell flat on my ass and I ended up kicking the masseuse!  Ka uwaw bai!! J hEhe.


 


            Oh, and someone happened to wrecked the mood, AGAIN. HEY YOU, Don’t quit your day job!


 


`           So now I’m home and I’m fulllllll…  eheheheh. I love being spoiled. I could earn a fortune at it!  😀


 

Maybe it’s the lack of time. Maybe it’s too many mixed emotions. The stress. Tennis. Who knows? Maybe I just don’t want the world to see through me. Maybe I want everyone to believe that I’m strong and that I can just laugh at everything that happens around me. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe I don’t want everyone to know that I’m scared. I know I am, I’m scared of people judging me. I’m scared that they won’t see through the person that I am. Maybe I want them to think that I’m someone I’m not. Maybe, maybe it’s that. Or then again, maybe I’m just saying that for the sake of it. Maybe.


 


This is the deeper side of me. The side I don’t anyone to see. The mysterious side of Issa. The side that only a few people can experience. The side of me I want the world to know.


 


On that little thing called love.


 


            All my life [or at least all my teenage life] I’ve always prayed for someone who would swoop me off my feet. Someone who I knew I’d love since I first laid eyes on him. Someone who will be everything I ever wanted and dreamed of and soo much more. Someone who would accept my past, not try to change my present and be with me in the future. But most importantly a companion whom I’d love forever. I’ve made a few misconceptions once or twice in my life but I’m over that… hey, you don’t see me tripping! When it comes to love I try my best not make a big fuss out of things because the way I see it, if it didn’t work out the first time it won’t ever work out… even though they say that love is sweeter the second time around.


 


            Every guy wants all us girls to believe that they will love us and they won’t hurt us and that they can protect us. But in reality, we know that they will love us, but not enough and most certainly not forever. Not enough to raise a family in the future, to put food on the table and to send the kids off to college. They won’t love us until forever … they just want us to believe that they can. They always say the same thing “I promise not to hurt you” but they always do. They keep making the same promise, not to hurt us but the real promise is not to hurt us but to be with us after all the pain. All us girls want to believe that they’re not your everyday girls that they’re different. Believe me, I’m a victim. Every girl wants to believe in something but In reality, we’re all the same … we keep on believing on the same thing, that we’re different.  And with me, I don’t know what kind of girl I am, but I know what I want and that’s enough to last me a lifetime.


 


            If you think that I’m afraid to fall in love, then you’re wrong. I’m not afraid of falling in love; it’s giving my heart away to the wrong person that scares me [there’s a difference]. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my life and one of the most real ones yet, is that we shouldn’t let something that happened in the past ruin the chances of us being happy in the future. But happiness is sometimes temporary, I need someone who can stand through the rain with me and then enjoy the rainbow. If I could just have everything, that would be great.


 


            I’m not in love, and I will not fall in love. And if I am and if I will, and that someone is to, then he’ll have to wait till I’m ready to grow deeper. I’ve made my mind up I’ve still got a long time to grow up and to face the responsibilities of being in a relationship. I’m living in the moment, while I’m keeping my heart open while I still have time to.


 


            If you love me like you say you do. Then you’ll understand me if I’d say that I can’t love you the way you want me to and that my heart’s beating for someone else. You’d understand me when I say that we can’t be together and that I’m sorry if I hurt you. You’d understand me when I say that you’re not my prince charming. You’re not that someone that I wanted and more. You’d understand that I have to do this, not because I want to.


 


            You’d understand me when I say that … if I don’t want to see you hurt … I’m just closing my eyes.

Maybe it’s the lack of time. Maybe it’s too many mixed emotions. The stress. Tennis. Who knows? Maybe I just don’t want the world to see through me. Maybe I want everyone to believe that I’m strong and that I can just laugh at everything that happens around me. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe I don’t want everyone to know that I’m scared. I know I am, I’m scared of people judging me. I’m scared that they won’t see through the person that I am. Maybe I want them to think that I’m someone I’m not. Maybe, maybe it’s that. Or then again, maybe I’m just saying that for the sake of it. Maybe.


 


This is the deeper side of me. The side I don’t anyone to see. The mysterious side of Issa. The side that only a few people can experience. The side of me I want the world to know.


 


On that little thing called love.


 


            All my life [or at least all my teenage life] I’ve always prayed for someone who would swoop me off my feet. Someone who I knew I’d love since I first laid eyes on him. Someone who will be everything I ever wanted and dreamed of and soo much more. Someone who would accept my past, not try to change my present and be with me in the future. But most importantly a companion whom I’d love forever. I’ve made a few misconceptions once or twice in my life but I’m over that… hey, you don’t see me tripping! When it comes to love I try my best not make a big fuss out of things because the way I see it, if it didn’t work out the first time it won’t ever work out… even though they say that love is sweeter the second time around.


 


            Every guy wants all us girls to believe that they will love us and they won’t hurt us and that they can protect us. But in reality, we know that they will love us, but not enough and most certainly not forever. Not enough to raise a family in the future, to put food on the table and to send the kids off to college. They won’t love us until forever … they just want us to believe that they can. They always say the same thing “I promise not to hurt you” but they always do. They keep making the same promise, not to hurt us but the real promise is not to hurt us but to be with us after all the pain. All us girls want to believe that they’re not your everyday girls that they’re different. Believe me, I’m a victim. Every girl wants to believe in something but In reality, we’re all the same … we keep on believing on the same thing, that we’re different.  And with me, I don’t know what kind of girl I am, but I know what I want and that’s enough to last me a lifetime.


 


            If you think that I’m afraid to fall in love, then you’re wrong. I’m not afraid of falling in love; it’s giving my heart away to the wrong person that scares me [there’s a difference]. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my life and one of the most real ones yet, is that we shouldn’t let something that happened in the past ruin the chances of us being happy in the future. But happiness is sometimes temporary, I need someone who can stand through the rain with me and then enjoy the rainbow. If I could just have everything, that would be great.


 


            I’m not in love, and I will not fall in love. And if I am and if I will, and that someone is to, then he’ll have to wait till I’m ready to grow deeper. I’ve made my mind up I’ve still got a long time to grow up and to face the responsibilities of being in a relationship. I’m living in the moment, while I’m keeping my heart open while I still have time to.


 


            If you love me like you say you do. Then you’ll understand me if I’d say that I can’t love you the way you want me to and that my heart’s beating for someone else. You’d understand me when I say that we can’t be together and that I’m sorry if I hurt you. You’d understand me when I say that you’re not my prince charming. You’re not that someone that I wanted and more. You’d understand that I have to do this, not because I want to.


 


            You’d understand me when I say that … if I don’t want to see you hurt … I’m just closing my eyes.