Little Junk Mails (1).

Dear sister,
Now I know what it feels like to be alone in our dormitory. The good thing of not having you around is that, 1.) our room is not messy. 2.) no one will command me to do this and that and the list goes on. But NOT having you around is also a bad thing. I'm alone and I have no one to talked to. :(



Dearest Hubby,
I want to you beside me every single day. I am missing you terribly. :)



Dear blog,
Sorry for not posting blogs for I guess a month already? Promise, I'll make it up to you.



Dear facebook,
You are very entertaining.



Dear Sorority,
I'm addicted to you. I'm now in level 40. But I don't have enough sisters yet. :(



Dear FarmTown,
I don't know how to play it. But I enjoy it.



Dear Papa,
Hope you will forgive me for being such a stubborn child to you. Promise, I'll try my best to attain higher grades for you to appreciate me.



Dear Mama,
Hope you will trust me even if you'll sooner learn my secret.



Dear fluorescent,
Thank you for making me so scared after being in an on and off mode.



Dear ghost or should I say ghosts,
Hope you won't make fun of me tonight. Please, please, please. Don't scare me or else I'll cry to death.



Dear Hubby,
I just hope and pray that the transferring of school and shifting of course promises will not be broken. I've been expecting that.


Dear self,
Don't be afraid. God is with you always. Owkei? Just don't mind those supernaturals around you. :)


Dear Guard (in our dormitory),
Thanks for exerting an effort to change the fluorescent even if it's so difficult for you.


Dear Gay Chums,
Don't you ever raise your eyebrows on me ever again. Or else I'll sew you for tha. Just kidding. I'm just making some drama.


Dear blogs and followers,
Got to go. I have to eat my dinner. After being pressured with the ghost thingy here. Hoh! I need to sober up. Ged! Help me guys. Help me. Toodles.

A Daughter's Complaints.

Dear Papa,

You hurt me badly. The things you said to me made me so upset. You didn't listen to me and if you did, you haven't accepted my reasons.

You said I'm stubborn. I am mean. I am lazy and etc. But you haven't thought that I just inherited all those traits from you.


GrRr! Don't worry, from now on, I will strive even more for you to recognize me as your daughter. To see me as me and to appreciate all my deeds.


I will prove to you that I will have a bright future in my own little ways even if you don't believe in my capacity. Well who does? NO ONE. NO ONE BELIEVES IN MY CAPACITY.


Thank you. Thank you for the mean words. Thank you for discouraging me. Thank you for being unappreciative to all I have done for this family. Thank you for not seeing me as your daughter, rather, a mean, stubborn and lazy brat.


Just because I didn't followed your advice to take up nursing, you're making my life a hell. Well, from this day forward, I am not your daughter and you are not my father anymore.


P.S. I will pursue my studies and wishes to be a successful HACKER someday. Whether he will support me or not. Toodles.

Confusion.

I don't know why am I feeling like this. When I graduated in high school last March 30,2009, my decision of taking up BSIT in college was fixed and irrevocable. Even my father wasn't able to change my mind knowing that he wanted me to take up Nursing. My mother supported me all the way. I was happy that I'll be having the course I wanted unlike what happened to my sister who was forced to take up Nursing (but she's doing great).



But now, I am having a confusion to the course I have taken. It's as if I was punished for not following the decision of my father.



I am terribly hating my school, subjects, some instructors, as well as my schoolmates (but I love my classmates!).



It seems that the scenario goes like this, yesterday I loved IT. And now that I'm an IT Student, I had so much regrets and wanted to be a Nursing student. But I guess for the next days I'll be pleased to be a Missionary, spreading the words of God.



I realized lots of things and figured out lots of reasons why am I like this. One, I'm not yet ready for college life (i.e. being bombarded with lots of school stuffs, dealing complex and exaggerated arithmetic and having a social climber friends which is so hard to deal with. It's just that I don't have a choice.)

Second, I have my own crisis like being ignored by my own parents. I feel like I'm not important to them. My works and deeds aren't appreciated.

Third, nah. Too personal.

But I can't deny that I also have some mistakes. I became too lazy for studying and was influenced by my friends which made me a braggart. I'm not like this before. I know I've changed a lot.


Hope you could help me decide. Toodles.

It's My First Time.

I grew up being so conscious with my sun-kissed skin, swine-like figure, and my looks.








That's why I was immune of wearing pants and skirts below the knee during my adolescence stage until now.


But after reading the blog of Miss Melody Ross Tinoy saying that there's nothing wrong of having a "Morena complexion" and because of my friends and loved ones' advices and encouraging words, I was urge to do it even though I have some hesitations.


Yes. Last Sunday, August 23,2009, I bought a dress, washed it and wore it for a special dinner with my sister.









When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I was amazed by what I saw. I was shocked and uber happy.


You may find it very exaggerated, but as a lass from a respected and conservative family, I wasn't able to have this kind of moment.


I was so darn happy. Amazing isn't it??


Now, I already have two dresses. Looking forward for more dresses to be mine. Toodles.

Pizza Galore!

Last night, my sister, sister's beau and I decided to have a pizza food trip.

We went to Yellow Cab located at SM Davao City. When we arrive at the said place, we ordered an 18'' New York's Finest Pizza.

We were amazed when we saw how big the pizza was.









See how big it was?


But before it was served, I took the chance to take pictures of mine.











And when the pizza was served, it's time to dig in to that Giant pizza.











It was so luscious. Beyond luscious. New York's Finest was my favorite pizza in Yellow Cab.

I wish I could be able to eat their pizza again apart from what happened to me.

After being able to enjoy the pizza and its scrumptious taste, I suffered from migraine and was able to remember that I wasn't allowed to eat pizza. *Crying*

But none of that matters, I was so happy and felt contented with what happened last night. Weee! Hello? I've been longing for pizza for almost 5 months already. And because of this f*cking migraine, I'm not able to eat pizza for a long time.

It felt good to break the rules sometimes. *lol

Anyways, I want to invite you to come and see for yourself how delicious the Yellow Cab's Pizza is. Until next time, toodles.