tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319903212009-05-09T20:18:25.911-07:00Being Daniel's Girlbeingdanielsgirl, daniel radcliffe, harry potter, harry james evans potter.chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-38156139317566094782009-04-05T07:40:00.000-07:002009-04-15T00:19:30.132-07:00get over it<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I never thought that it would be this hard. That letting go of him would left me too far from recovering. Three months have passed, and still counting - no improvement, though I tried, it was still useless. He still exist. Everywhere, deep inside me. You can't blame me if I made the wrong decision. It's the only easy way out. And the thing was I got tired - of waiting. I think I was waiting for nothing after all. It was just me and not him. It hurts somehow - no, it hurts a lot. I don't know if I should take it seriously when he said what he said,but that's what he said, but I don't know if he mean it. Everyone was telling me the same thing. No, I don't like to look at it that way. He's just being too friendly. Until now I'm confused with what he really feels - his thoughts are just too hard to read. Two months is not a joke. I get to know him for what he was for that length of time, well maybe it wasn't enough - but for me it is. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-3815613931756609478?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-66815443971543203612009-01-04T01:45:00.000-08:002009-01-18T01:47:38.544-08:00how to start<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I really want to write something about what happened. To tell it all here so that it wouldn’t be that hard for me inside – but I don’t know how to start it! I don’t think there was even a start for that story after all. All I know is that I’m trying to get over it and I keep on telling myself also to get over it but until now I don’t think I’m over it somehow. Confusing right? But that’s it. I even decided not to update my accounts in the Internet for a month just so I can get over those things. One thing remains - it’s still there. And it feels like everything keeps reminding me of it.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-6681544397154320361?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-57030224622033543062009-01-02T01:37:00.000-08:002009-01-18T01:45:20.241-08:00one at a time<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I was through a lot for the past few months. I couldn’t tell it all right now, but the thing is I’ll try telling it all here – one at a time.<br />I was obviously busy. I wasn’t able to get in touch with my blog and my other accounts for about a month and to the people who seems to remember visiting my blog (and those accounts’ profile). I know this blog is so common, an ordinary one I can say. But this is where I can write the things that I’m just finding hard to speak out and I’d like it to be this way - “what’s written in here stays here” (you know what I mean.)<br />I’ve learned so much for the past two months that I was on the training as a call center agent. I’ve met amazing people that really became my good friends. I’ve heard many different stories that I never thought could really happen in real life. I’ve found people that really inspired me with their life stories. I’ve met people who really made me laugh. There are also those who affected me so much and made me cry (so much for that). Because of them my 2008 was really a happy year.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-5703022462203354306?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-86041377617534020912008-11-23T00:46:00.000-08:002008-11-23T01:42:54.279-08:00Questions?I don't know if what I'm feeling is right or wrong. But all I know is that all the questions in my mind right now can only be answered by a yes or no.<br /><br />Yes or No. Is it really possible to fall for someone whom you just met?<br /><br />Yes or No. Is there such as "generic friendliness"?<br /><br />Yes or No. Do you have any right to get jealous when a guy you like flirts with someone?<br /><br />Yes or No. Is it really that hard to say you like someone?<br /><br />Yes or No. Would you be an assuming person if you think that a guy likes you too?<br /><br />Yes or No. When you can't look straight into someone's eyes, does it mean that you feel something for that someone?<br /><br />Yes or No. Is it normal to miss someone whom you just met?<br /><br />Yes or No. Do you really have to wait for the right time to say you like someone?<br /><br />Yes or No. Will it hurt if the right time comes but then that someone is not there anymore?<br /><br />Yes or No. And do I have any right to ask these questions?<br /><br />I don't know what's happening to me. I just hope that this is not true.<br /><br />And another thing.<br /><br />Yes or No. Is it okay to believe that what I'm feeling is true even if there's a possibility that it's not?<br /><br />And another.<br /><br />Yes or No. Do you believe that "signs" from above exist? and<br /><br />Yes or No. Are they effective?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-8604137761753402091?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-2693849151106570352008-11-15T21:32:00.000-08:002008-11-15T22:35:34.802-08:00Too weak to speak<div align="justify"><br />Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you felt like all the world’s problem was on your shoulders? It was like you’re too weak to speak. That the moment you try to say something or start to think of something every part of you starts to hurt and your tears just start to flow. It’s something that you can’t control. </div><br /><div align="justify">I was walking home. I was weak and sleepless. I wanted to go home as fast as I can, because I can’t control the tears that were trying to fall from my eyes the moment I left the building. I don’t know why I was feeling that way. All I know is that I wanted to cry. Shouting at the top of my lungs would help if I just have enough courage to do it, unfortunately I don’t have it. I never have it. One block away from home, and the feelings started to sink in deeper.</div><br /><div align="justify">I was heading home but somehow my feet were leading me the other way. </div><br /><div align="justify">And I found myself inside the church.</div><br /><div align="justify">The morning mass was about to end, so I decided to stay to finish it. I was sitting there. I was looking at the few people that were there, mostly old people. I can hear the priest doing his sermon but I can only catch some of the words that he was saying. It seems like it goes inside my ear and out on the other. I was not myself. But two things’ I know – I’m angry and it hurts.</div><br /><div align="justify">I stayed there for about thirty to forty-five minutes. I was trying to say something to Him, but I can’t. I started to say some silent words and stop. I started to pray and stop. Then it happened.</div><br /><div align="justify">Tears were flowing now from my eyes. I bowed my head so the others won’t see that I was actually crying. It was like I was praying but I was not. I used my jacket to dry the tears on my eyes. I was like that for the next five minutes. </div><br /><div align="justify">Somehow I felt that my burden was lessening somehow. But I can still feel it inside and it still hurts.</div><br /><div align="justify">The moment I reached our house my sister asked me if I cried because my eyes are a light bit reddish. I lied and said that I was just really sleepy. Then I went to sleep hoping that it would all be gone when I wake up again. </div><br /><div align="justify">I can’t really actually explain how I was feeling that day. You know it? Like you can’t really find the words to define what you were feeling and it’s hard to put things together? And I don’t know if this post would give justice to it. But somehow I just need to let it out so that it won’t hurt that much.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-269384915110657035?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-9929025780366158292008-11-01T23:31:00.000-07:002008-11-01T23:48:04.562-07:00Feeling Something<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The moment you knew what you really feel, that's when you started to get confused. Thousands of questions come to your mind and you just find it hard to answer each of them. It's like it's so right but then suddenly it's not. You think of the factors that would really affect your decision, but then when you're there - You suddenly forget all about them. Isn't it funny? How strange things happen at the least you expect them to. You have the tendency to ignore it, as if it's not there and you're not feeling anything. But then it's there, you're feeling something, and if you're not careful enough you might fall - and the worst - You'll end up hurting yourself.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-992902578036615829?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-38988235648566171822008-09-07T00:32:00.001-07:002008-09-07T00:35:27.766-07:00High School Reunion<div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><embed src="http://w99.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /></a><a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l297/chynx_23/?action=view&current=4967af37.pbw" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /></a></div><p> </p><p>'just sharing some photos from our High School Reunion last August 30. It was an overnight party. Drinking, Dancing and Eating. So sad the party have to stop when the rain started to pour. We went home 7:00 the next morning. It was nice to see everyone after some time.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-3898823564856617182?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-38318575041650173632008-08-24T20:06:00.001-07:002008-08-24T20:07:54.796-07:00Broken<div align="justify">This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don't want to laugh, because you know it's not going to help, but you don't want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. You don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but you know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you're back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can't help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don't know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where you don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…†But you know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-3831857504165017363?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-70631024540555822812008-08-18T19:59:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:03:46.749-07:00Reunion<div align="justify">It’s been long since I last posted something in this blog… Well nothing’s much happening in my life right now… Fresh graduate, still looking for a job… ’Not really in hurry to find one but still the feeling of pressure is in the air, with all those people around you and what they’re saying …what makes it more exciting is the fact that I’m starting to have communication with my high school classmates again…it’s exciting and I’m really looking forward for this “big reunion” that they are planning… of which I am planning to attend to… ‘Can’t wait to hear the latest news about them… and to see some of them after 4 years…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-7063102454055582281?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-24277048986217585332008-07-26T20:11:00.000-07:002008-07-26T20:20:24.469-07:00Picture and Congratulations<div align="justify">The picture on the left was taken by me. Yup! I give that big Manila City Hall clock a shot when I was on my way from our Graduation Ceremony. Wala lang! It was traffic and the car was on a stop so I took out the cybershot and give it a shot. And it turns out (for me) quite beautiful. Ngayon ko lang na-post kase sobrang walang time at busy-busyhan pa. There are other pictures that I have taken and maybe I'll post it some other time.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Another thing - I want to congratulate my classmates who have passed the Nursing Board Exams! Congratulations Guys!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-2427704898621758533?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-10328102984014178702008-03-23T04:33:00.000-07:002008-03-26T04:34:26.523-07:00Holy Week<div align="justify">It was last Good Friday that my sisters and I went to 14 churches in Manila for our station of the cross. It was my Ate Jhyna’s idea. It was our first time to visit different 14 churches in one whole day. It was tiring but I feel like it was worth it. We didn’t eat our lunch until we are through with the 14th and last church. There are other people who are doing the same thing you can see them everywhere. The only thing is that they are walking barefooted from one church to another and we can’t really do it. So we have to take a ride from one church to another and we’re not barefooted. There are churches that are found almost at the same place so we do the walking. The experience was really something to me. I can’t really say what it is exactly but it really feels like after all the visiting and the fasting it feels like you’re not tired at all. As you go through the way of the cross and if you really mean it, no matter what – barefooted or not – walking or not – you’ll find that reflection that you want and the reflection that you need. Here are the 14 beautiful churches that we visited:<br />Espiritu Santo Church<br />San Roque Church<br />Sta. Cruz Church<br />Quiapo Church<br />Binondo Church<br />Manila Cathedral<br />San Agustin Church<br />The Shrine of the Holy Face of Jesus<br />San Sebastian Church<br />St. Jude Church<br />San Beda Church<br />San Lorenzo Ruiz Church<br />Franciscan Church<br />Santo Tomas Church<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-1032810298401417870?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-10448141431341996722008-03-14T02:16:00.000-07:002008-03-17T00:21:19.916-07:00Tag from Borski..."Begin Copy"<br />This is the easy way and the fastest way to :<br />1. Make your Technorati authority explode.<br />2. Increase your Google Page Rank.<br />3. Get more traffic to your blog.<br />4. Make more new friends.<br />Rules :<br />1. Start copy from “Begin Copy” until “End Copy” to your blog.<br />2. Put your own blog name and link.<br />3.Tag your friends as much as you can.<br />***************************<br />1. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/Picturing%20of%20Life">Picturing of Life</a><br />2. <a href="http://julianarw.blogspot.com/">Juliana’s Site</a><br />3. <a href="http://www.simhazel.com/">Hazel-My Life, My Hope, My Future.</a><br />4. <a href="http://jwinoto.blogspot.com/">Jeanne-The Callalily Space</a><br />5.<a href="http://mmkho.blogspot.com/">My Family is my Life</a><br />6. <a href="http://jesselai.blogspot.com/">The Simple Life of a Baghag</a><br />7. <a href="http://vinapineda.blogspot.com/">On A Wonderful Day Like Today</a><br />8. <a href="http://house-everything.blogspot.com/">House Everything</a><br />9. <a href="http://sunshinenorm.blogspot.com/">The Creativity in Me</a><br />10. <a href="http://www.travelnorms.com/">Travel and Photography</a><br />11. <a href="http://ladynorms.blogspot.com/">Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow</a><br />12. <a href="http://www.norapb.blogspot.com/">Nora’s Notes</a><br />13. <a href="http://www.norasfamilytreasures.com/">Noras Family Treasures</a><br />14. <a href="http://joyspeaking.com/">Fil-Oz Blog</a><br />15. <a href="http://joyaxtraverse.biz/">What A World</a><br />16. <a href="http://joycd80.info/">More on Health</a><br />17. <a href="http://joydob.com/">Everyday Life</a><br />18.<a href="http://pinaywifespeaks.com/" target="_blank">Pinaywifespeaks</a><br />19. <a href="http://pinaywifeatbp.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pinaywife Atbp.</a><br />20. <a href="http://laughing-trip.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Laugh Out Loud</a><br />21. <a href="http://www.acelynnierva.com/" target="_blank">Life’s Lessons</a><br />22. <a href="http://kerslyn.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Kerslyn’s Comfort Zone</a><br />23. <a href="http://www.dailyhappythoughts.com/" target="_blank">Borski and Nai</a><br />24. <a href="http://www.beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com/" target="'_blank">Daniel's Girl</a><br /> "End Copy"<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm tagging caca, janj, joevic, apple and rachelle.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-1044814143134199672?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-21072950077430063222008-03-09T19:52:00.000-07:002008-03-14T02:25:48.823-07:00Tagg From Mapi :)<strong><span style="font-family:arial;">10 Random Things/ 10 Things People Don’t Know About Me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">1. <strong>I used to love canned goods especially sardines.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">(LOL) When I was still young about 7-10 yrs old, if I'm not mistaken I really love sardines that I really can't eat without it in the table.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">2.<strong> I don't know how to swim.</strong></span><strong><br /></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm from a province, an island province to be exact and it's just so surprising that I really don't know how to swim. I've been trying,but I really can't!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">3. <strong>I talk when I'm asleep.</strong></span><strong><br /><br /></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">This happen whenever I'm so tired.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">4. <strong>I hate Grape Juices! </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I have a medical history about it. I was sent to the hospital, and had grape juice as my water. I've have to drink it for 3 straight weeks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">5.<strong> I used to read English pocketbooks!</strong></span><strong><br /></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Before I get addicted to books, my first addiction was English pocketbooks. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">6. <strong>I had a 3-long week relationship.</strong></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This one's really funny. I was really not myself when I said yes to one of my suitors, accidentally.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">7. <strong>I'm lampa.</strong></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I really hate sports! I don't know why but I really hate it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">8. <strong>I'm corny.</strong></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sometimes I can really get so corny, that I even hate myself for being such.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">9. <strong>I want to see ghosts.</strong></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But I get scared whenever I feel like there's someone with me that I can't see.haha!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">10.<strong> I'm tamad! </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">They keep on saying that I'm tamad but I think I'm not, because if I am then I wouldn't get high grades, I wouldn't be a scholar, right?!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>I'm tagging caca, rachelle, joevic, janj, and apple.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-2107295007743006322?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-5410167180483997632008-03-01T04:31:00.000-08:002008-03-26T04:33:18.827-07:00Thank You!<div align="justify">I have the following person to say thank you to that helped us and helped me to pass my thesis.<br /><br />1. First, I want to thank God for if it wasn’t for Him, then we may have not make it. I really know nothing is impossible for Him. (Patron: Holy Spirit and the Holy Virgin Mary)<br />2. Next, is my family, my nanay and tatay, I’m really doing all of this for you – I love you so much and of course my ate’s and kuya’s for all the support and love that they have been giving me all this time, despite my childish acts and ways. My ate Helen for the prayer, my ate mhatet for the support (and the gift, hehe) and ate jhyna for the dress that I wore. My cousins and as well as my family’s friends.<br />3. My group mates, (we did it guys!), thank you for understanding me, thank you for the sleepless nights and bonding time while doing the thesis. As well as to Kuya Buboy! Thank you for helping us!<br />4. To our very supportive adviser, Ms. Niguidula! Thank you ma’am for entertaining our questions although you have so many other important things to do.<br />5. To our panelist, Ms. Sicat, Mr. Revano and Ms. Caluya for letting us pass the final defense. Thank you. As well as to all our professors.<br />6. My college friends, for always being there and understanding my selfish ways and crazy acts, for sharing your laughs with me and listening to my corny jokes at times as well as for the tears and hurt that you have caused me! (hahaha)<br />7. My high school friends, I know I owe you so many guys. I miss you so much guys. I’ll be seeing you so soon. I promise I’ll make it up to you after the graduation! Thank you!<br />8. My elementary friends, for the prayers and inspiring messages, thank you so much. For understanding whenever I wasn’t able to text you back because I’m so busy and I just don’t have the time to say “hi” to you all.<br />9. My other friends in and out of the net, who I have met along the way, you guys really mean a lot to me! Thank You so much for the messages that you have sent me, those inspiring words mean a lot. I really appreciated even a little “hi” that you have said. Thank You.<br />10. To my all-time crushes in school, for the inspiration that you keep on giving me although you don’t know how much I adore you guys! Thank you so much – P.J.M- H.L.-J.R.D. as well as to you –J.S. Thank you! As well as to the numbers –10,11 and 47, thank you so much!<br />11. To the people that we have disturbed in doing the study, we’re sorry for such disturbance and thankful for understanding us. Thank you.<br />12. To all our food’s sponsors mik-mik, deep sea, chicharon, tempura, 7-eleven, jollibee, burger machine, nissin cup noodles, RC, sunshine, Big 250, Zesto, Lucky Me Pancit Canton and the other food that we have eaten during the making of the study. Thank you for producing such delicious food.<br />13. To the taxi drivers that have been patient enough on taking us to our destination although we didn’t know such places and for being harmless to us while we travel with the desktop.<br />14. To our school’s security guard for not closing the gates whenever we are the only one’s who are left inside the campus. Thank you.<br />15. Last but not the least is you there, you very well know who you are. Thank you for always being there, no matter what happens you know I’ll just be here beside you. Thank you so much.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-541016718048399763?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-7931753858159103862008-02-22T17:44:00.000-08:002008-02-22T00:55:53.725-08:00LOOKS can be DECEIVING.<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bakit kaya lahat ng naturingang gwapo eh masasama ang ugali? Well, not naman lahat, most of lang. Actually hindi naman talaga ako after the looks of someone pero di mo rin maiiwasan na yun yung makita kase yun talaga ang unang-unang mong makikita at unang-una mong mapapansin. Nakakapanghinayang lang talaga kung malalaman mo na may tinatago palang "yabang" sa katawan ang taong yun. At ang tanging masasabi mo na lang ay " sayang, gwapo pa naman" Di ba? Mabibilang na lang talaga sa mundo ang mga gwapong may magandang ugali at bihira na talaga ang ganun sa ngayon. Nakakalungkot isipin pero totoo. Yun lang naman po ay opinyon ko. At tulad ng sabi nila lahat ng opinyon ay tama, at walang makaka-question sa opinyon mo dahil opinyon mo yun. Wala lang. Yun lang.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-793175385815910386?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-6086909828766689042008-02-14T17:14:00.000-08:002008-02-14T21:05:54.066-08:00Happy Valentine's Day!!!<a href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/thvalentines.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/thvalentines.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-608690982876668904?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-76576223204645264132008-02-13T00:11:00.000-08:002008-02-14T21:04:28.151-08:00teardrops on my guitar<p><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/59tqfCfwau" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p></p><p>Teardrops on my Guitar</p><p>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see</p><p>That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be</p><p>I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about</p><p>And she's got everything that I have to live without</p><p>Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny</p><p>That I can't even see anyone when he's with me</p><p>He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,</p><p>I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night</p><p>[Chorus:]</p><p>He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar</p><p>The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star</p><p>He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do</p><p>Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?</p><p>And there he goes, so perfectly,</p><p>The kind of flawless I wish I could be</p><p>She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love</p><p>Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause</p><p>[Repeat Chorus]</p><p>So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light</p><p>I'll put his picture down and maybe</p><p>Get some sleep tonight</p><p>He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar</p><p>The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart</p><p>He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do</p><p>He's the time taken up, but there's never enough</p><p>And he's all that I need to fall into..</p><p>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-7657622320464526413?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-15941058352367285042008-02-12T00:41:00.000-08:002008-02-12T01:03:04.011-08:00Guys! Guys!February 7,2008. I was waiting for this day to come – I’ve been counting the days in fact. This is the day that Callalily would be playing for our student’s night.<br /><br />The day started with me thinking what would be the color of the shirt that I’ll be wearing for that day – either black or red. After a long time of thinking I’ve decided to wear red after all. But for fun of it I still brought my black shirt with me. In case I changed my mind in the future.<br /><br />The day started with me watching the basketball game of the TIP Engineers against those ex-varsities called TIP Rangers. I became really fond of them starting the day that I’ve watched their first game against EAC Generals. Since then, I just can’t get them out of my head. Gosh! They’re driving me crazy! Well not all of the basketball members really just some of them. It was not really disappointing that they lost because it was just an exhibition game and it was not against another school after all.<br /><br />The game finished and still I feel like it was years before 7:00 p.m. (the time that the concert would start)<br /><br />The varsities started to practice for their game after that day. I was able to see some of those guys that really got me going crazy and somehow waiting there seems worth it after all.<br /><br />I don’t know why but I should have gone watching their practice but somehow I really felt nervous that I felt like I would fall into pieces if I did go and watch.<br /><br />I was really bored, waiting, waiting and still waiting.<br /><br />3 hours….<br />2 hours….<br />1 hour….<br />30 minutes….<br /><br />The venue started to open for the audiences and people started to fill the place.<br /><br />3 minutes…<br />But still no sign of Callalily.<br />No sign of Kian.<br /><br />The school’s band started to play. I’m not saying that they are not playing well. It’s just that I was looking for something else. Waiting for someone else.<br /><br />Songs were sung.<br />Instruments were played.<br />Vocalists have gone wild.<br /><br />Finally, they came.<br /><br />The people started to scream especially the girls (proud to say I’m one of them). Then Kian reached the stage and started to sing. His voice was really music to my ear. All I can say was “Grabe, ang cute mo!”, “Ang puti-puti mo!”, “Ang chubby mo but still you’re so cute!”.<br /><br />The best part there was when he started to sing, “Right here waiting” with no background music! How I wish he were singing it for me. (But nah, that’s for Danita!) The crowd started to sing with him and I started to sing with him. Obviously it was for Danita because it was later that he started to sing Danita’s “Lunod”. That was when the crowd shouted and teased him!<br /><br />Actually I was supposed to be at the very front of the stage but unfortunately for some reason so many people started to go in front and all we can do was to go to the back so we can breath freely. The concert was not that crowded but still if you put too much people so close to each other you started to get suffocated! Haha.<br /><br />Somehow I was glad I didn’t go there in front of the stage. After they played their last song all I thought was that it was over- the concert’s over. Kian is going home. But never in my dreams have I thought that I would have the chance to hold Kian’s hand! It was like nobody else was seeing him as he exited. He was leaving the place when I reached my hand to him and he grab it and said, “Salamat!” Gosh! I could die there and then! I even have the thought to never wash my hand but that would really be impossible. All I know is that “nakadaupang-palad” ko si Kian ng Callalily. Thanks to God!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-1594105835236728504?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-74816217314352443952008-01-28T17:56:00.000-08:002008-01-28T18:15:07.869-08:00Test Driving Passed!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56MD0BARQI/AAAAAAAAABo/W0EQz_vzfTs/s1600-h/Hermione4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56MD0BARQI/AAAAAAAAABo/W0EQz_vzfTs/s400/Hermione4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160716220143518978" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56MD0BARRI/AAAAAAAAABw/qSkjQ6v7Mco/s1600-h/Emma8.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56MD0BARRI/AAAAAAAAABw/qSkjQ6v7Mco/s400/Emma8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160716220143518994" /></a><br /><br />Emma finally passed her driving test! Just want to say Congratulations! Nice work!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-7481621731435244395?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-15995458988889993322008-01-28T17:36:00.001-08:002008-01-28T17:46:35.625-08:00Banda Astig<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56FRUBARPI/AAAAAAAAABY/HzuQpdAHMYg/s1600-h/calla.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZ-Y7E9VqCw/R56FRUBARPI/AAAAAAAAABY/HzuQpdAHMYg/s400/calla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160708755490358514" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br />Callalily will be performing on our school's Foundation Day together with the school's band ( Extra Rice (EE), Signal Spectra(ECE), Problematics(MEIE)) this coming February 7. I can't wait until they perform. I can't wait to see Kian again! Waaah!'hope it would be fun! Outsiders are allowed to go to their concert. We're paying eighty-pesos for the tickets and I think the price is really affordable. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-1599545898888999332?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-49874818489631916882008-01-18T23:14:00.000-08:002008-02-11T23:17:05.746-08:00Experience Nature<a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/?action=view&current=16.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/?action=view&current=15.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/?action=view&current=17.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/?action=view&current=ipo7.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/ipo7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/?action=view&current=ipo5.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee304/nyx_23/ipo5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We went to Norzagaray Bulacan to experience nature for the first time since we can't remember. It was fun going there together with some of our schoolmates and friends. At first I was thinking twice to go since I'm a graduating student and there was a saying that "graduating students are really close to accidemts- death to be specific. But that's not the only thing that keeps me from going, it was a dream that I have that made me scared. But nevertheless I still went to the outing after all. (And I was glad I did!) I was not scared of the whole trip there I was actually looking forward to the "boat-riding thing". I never thought that the boat would make it to its destination. I was both scared and excited about what would happen if the boat turn upside down. The only thing is that "I don't know how to swim". Crazy me! I went to the outing without even minding myself not knowing how to swim. But whatever! The boat did it and we did it too. I'm safe, I did not die on the journey. Thanks be to God. </span></p><p align="justify"><br /><br /></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify">When we finally got to the other side (I was happy to see the lupa again. Waaah. Lupa. Lupa.). We have to climb up the mountain to reach our destination. We had to undergo such cruel climbing because of the wet and tall grasses, the slope and slippery way that our shoes are taking track of. It was really tiring and when we finally reach the mountain top our shoes are all covered with mud and dirt. The only sad thing about it is that some of us are wearing white shoes (including me) and another is that some of us fell on our way up (well, not totally fell somekind of nadulas lang). After planting 300 plants in the mountain the next dreadful thing that we had to do is to climb down the mountain so we can finally get home and sleep. Sleep was all I'm thinking then, I'm already tired and sleeping would be the best award I can give myself after climbing that mountain. The way down was not as bad as our way up since there are rangers to help us on our way. (thanks rangers) They tie rope on some trees to help us support the weight of ourselves. It was like we're rappelling the only difference is that we don't have to pay for it. The return of the boat to where we came from is not that fearful for me not like our first ride. And as expected the boat did it again! (thanks to God again).</p><p align="justify"><br /><br /></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify">After that we had our lunch together with our professors and schoolmates. There was so much food in the table that we don't know what to eat first. After that feast we thought we can go around the place for some picture taking but unfortnately we had to go home. (sad)We were not able to change our clothes because they are all in a hurry. And that was the end of our trip. I just don't know then how to go home with my shoes looking dreadful! I'm so embarrased. So what I did was - I ride in the front seat of every jeepney that I get into so not much people would see me in my dreadful shoes. Nice idea!<br /><br /></p><p align="justify"><br /></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"><br /></p><p align="justify"><br /><br /></p><p align="justify"><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-4987481848963191688?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-63676583454283379312008-01-14T18:56:00.000-08:002008-01-16T18:29:54.190-08:00Good to See You Again<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Happy Birthday Jheyphee! Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Jheyphee! </span><br /></div></strong><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Yes! It was Jp's birthday last January 11, but he decided to celebrate it with us on the 15th. We were happy to see him again after sometime. He has not changed, well, not as far as I am concerned. He's still Jp - the "kontrabida", the "talakera" at Jp - the "intelligent na pa-poise". But his color has changed somehow medyo umitim ang lolo mo. Pero nonetheless namiss namin sya, namiss ko sya sobra. And as far as I have observed namiss nya din naman kami. (siguro?) I like the way he is right now, but if ever there's one woman brave enough to change him I hope she'll come soon because I think she'll have to work hard in order to change this friend of ours. Sayang. Nakakahinayang lang talaga. But as I can see masaya naman sya sa buhay nya ngayon. And I'm happy for him, the way his life is turning the way he wants it to be. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Well, yun lang for now. May tanong din pala ako ano bang nangyari dun sa sinasabi nyang "isang araw?" Parang hindi na kase natapos yung story nya ka-ka-isang araw.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-6367658345428337931?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-45454817339031310102007-12-26T20:00:00.000-08:002007-12-26T20:01:15.831-08:00December ("Broken Fellowship")December<br />8 – “Do everything possible on your part to live in peace with everybody.”<br />9 –“First get rid of the log from your own eye, then perhaps you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.”<br />10 – “A gentle response defuses anger, but a sharp tongue kindles a temper-fire.”<br />11 – “ Peacemaking is not avoiding conflict. Running from a problem, pretending it doesn’t exist, or being afraid to talk about it is actually cowardice.”<br />12 – “ When you expect anyone – a friend, spouse, boss, or family member – to meet a need that only God can fulfill, you are setting yourself up for disappointment and bitterness.”<br />13 – “ Look out for one another’s interests, not just for your own.”<br />14 – “Focus on their feelings, not the facts. Begin with sympathy, not solutions.”<br />15 – “People don’t care what we know until they know we care.”<br />16 – “We must bear the ‘burden’ of being considerate of the doubts and fears of others. Let’s please the other fellow, not ourselves, and do what is for his good.”<br />17 – “It is a sacrifice to patiently absorb the anger of others, especially if it’s unfounded.”<br /> <br /><br />*The sentences written in the month of December was from the book “The Purpose Driven Life” by Rick Warren. I just want to share with you the gift of fellowship and let us realize it before the year-ends. ‘Hope you restore every broken fellowship that you had this year for a better start for the year to come. Happy Holidays!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-4545481733903131010?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-50941898709246986472007-12-26T19:41:00.000-08:002007-12-26T20:09:46.838-08:0012 month's list<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Let’s go back to the things that happened during the 12 months of this year:<br /><br />January:<br />1 – It was my first time to celebrate New Year away from my parents. It was good my friends were there to celebrate New Year’s Day with me. We watched movie and it was fun.<br />9 – Quiapo Fiesta. No classes. We went to the SM Mall of Asia and Donald treated us with the Greenwich Sisig Pizza.<br />12 – Jp’s birthday is actually Jan.11 (Thursday) but we preferred celebrating it on this day. Since it was his birthday, he has the privilege to let us do anything he wants for us to do. It was sooooo embarrassing!<br />13 – One the saddest moment. Bernard passed away.<br />26 – I feel so guilty of what I have written to my blog. I felt so bad this day. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody.<br />28 – We decided to finish our project in Oracle! I don’t have any money at all. I was so bankrupt! I need help! S.O.S.<br />29 – Midterm Examination! I started thinking about what would be the best gift for Valentine’s Day. As always we have a gift giving. We went to McDo for our lunch. It was wrong timing for me because I didn’t bring enough money that day. It was good Yeye was there to lend me some. Thanks!<br />30 – We’ve waited for this professor for almost four hours and it was just so annoying! Why can’t he just tell us that he can’t make it on our class that day! We’ve planned to go to Batangas for a swimming trip. I just hope it will work this time!<br />31 – My exam on Computer Organization was good just don’t ask about my exams on Accounting because if you do I may end up hurting you!<br /><br />February<br />2 – I have read Lorie’s blog about Pyro. I was moved and had teary eyes while reading it. I then realized how this life could sometimes be so unfair. It was Yeye’s birthday.<br />5 - There are just some things that we can never tell.<br />9 – Jp, Joevic and I had our “merienda” at McDo. I was not supposed to go but Jp insisted so I did. It was the first time Joevic treated me. It was fun being with them.<br />13 – The annoying professor was nowhere to be found. Has something happened? He was not even present in his classes yesterday.<br />14 – Jm, Joevic, Rachelle, Yeye, Lorie, Vanessa and I went to Manila Zoo since we’re not going anywhere else. It was fun, now I know that Valentine’s Day is much happier with your true friends. Yeye gave our sir a chocolate that he made herself. Sweet!<br />15 – We’ve discovered something! Someone was angry at our section!<br /><br />March<br />4 – I hate people that keep on entering my life though it is so obvious that I don’t want them on it. They are just so pathetic! They’re like desperate people!<br />14 – I wanted so much to comfort Jp but I can’t say anything. I was just there looking at him while he’s crying. If there were no other people around I would have also cried. I’m really sorry with what happened to him.<br />16 – Jp was broken hearted.<br />19 – Jp was supposed to be with us that day but as usual he was not there because they’re together again. Amazing isn’t it?<br /><br />April<br />5 – Look at these people! They’ll just tell you that they’re going to enroll in the summer classes the very same day that they’re already in the line to pay for the summer classes. Why didn’t tell us a little earlier? So that we could have look for money! They are so unfair!<br />18 – Still no news about Jp. He doesn’t even text us. We don’t know what’s happening to him after what happened.<br />19 – I left Manila for the province. I was not excited though.<br />20 – The person I was hoping to see was not in the province. Disappointed.<br />22 – My family and I went to the beach. I should be happy but I’m not. I felt a little happier though when I saw my brother “Chris”. I’m thankful that my family’s complete and together.<br />23 – I’ve felt so worthless!<br /><br />May<br />2 – Joevic’s birthday. I was so cruel because I let Joevic and Yeye worried (if they were worried) about me. I asked them about what would life be if I’m gone. Joevic let me greet him in a radio program. If it wasn’t his birthday I wouldn’t do that. I never did that before!<br />8 – I finally got a message from Jp. But I read it a little too late. So sad with what’s happening with his life.<br />16 – Joevic and Leah were in love with each other for sometime. Then much to my dismay Joevic did something that made me so angry with him! He had another girl except from my dear friend Leah! Thanks to me Leah and Joevic met and in short I was the one who pushed Leah to be heart broken after all. I felt so bad for introducing them to each other! I hated myself for doing it! I should have known Joevic better.<br />19 – My sister was operated due to her appendicitis. Thank God she’s fine.<br />23 - My Birthday. Vanessa, Yeye and Em went to our house to celebrate with me. Two of my friends, Merissa and Aileen were also there to celebrate.<br /><br />June<br />5 – “Death” has been in my mind this past few weeks.<br />11 – First day of classes. Secrets started to be discovered. A secret and forbidden relationship between two people I know. Love really moves in mysterious ways. Gotcha!<br />21 – I was never after anything. All I want is to be with them. It just hurt so much to find out in the end that I’m alone, alone again.<br />22 – Promises were really made to be broken. Just disappointing.<br />23 – Daniel’s Birthday. All is well.<br />31 – Everything happens for a reason.<br /><br />August<br />8 – Fritz smiled at me! That was the smile I’ve been waiting the moment I set my foot there. I really like his smile! The way his glasses fit his Chinese eyes and the way his face blushes each time. Nothing can stop Ate Lorie’s birthday even the bad weather.<br />11 – We celebrated Ate Lorie’s birthday. We gave her a surprise party but we were the one who was surprised. We had so much fun.<br />20 – I’m not seeing Harry these past few weeks. As always we had our four long hours of break before our next class.<br /><br />September<br />12 – I have met a guy that was really funny.<br />17 – I can never believe how someone can turn into a so-called “celebrity” and change the way I look at him as a person.<br /><br /><br />October<br />19 – Grades slip were issued. I thought I’d see the guy I met a month ago but as the afternoon end and all my hopes loosing I saw this guy in a red shirt. That’s when I knew it was he. He was with a girl and a guy, which I think were his classmates. But it doesn’t matter all I know is that he’s there. (I never thought that this day would be the last day I’m going to see him.)<br /><br />November<br />20 – I saw Julius this morning, accidentally.<br />21 – Harry lost so much weight and he became so skinny. I don’t know what he’s been up to during the semester vacation. He looks so much like a grade five student.<br />24 – I wouldn’t say anything if it wasn’t true, well if I didn’t saw it!<br />28 – I’ m still looking forward to seeing “him”. But I guess he really transferred to another school. I’m sad about it. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-5094189870924698647?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990321.post-71397119122646693172007-12-26T03:26:00.000-08:002007-12-26T03:27:05.965-08:00<a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/friendster/graphics/" target="new"><img src="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/images/happyholidays16.gif" border="0" alt="Friendster Graphics"></a><br><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/friendster/graphics/" target="new">Friendster Graphics</a> at WishAFriend.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990321-7139711912264669317?l=beingdanielsgirl.blogspot.com'/></div>chynxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882713047867442812noreply@blogger.com0