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I was born on a gloomy Thursday, July 1989. I am single and still a virgin-ne'er been kissed, ne'er been touched. Though life is unfair, I still see things in their brightest ways. Here's a poem that I made myself.
I am sixteen and I've went through alot of things My parents screwed up when I was nine I found love that was not mine He was my friend, he would even call me dude I thought I already found destiny in the form of my dude But I was wrong, very wrong I was just like a shadow hiding behind the dark I said to myself, "I am willing to wait" But I spanked myself and said, "You are so stupid, biatch!" He was happy with his girl I should just find my perfect catch and get a score But I will never ever forget him For I know my first love is for him
I denied to my don't-know-if-real friends that I love him Because they know I'm a fool who doesn't believe in love They don't know that everynight I cry a river Going to a sea that I don't know either
I always show that I'm happy and gay I'm not that strong everyday I weep a thousand tears and still more I am like the cat on my footer
That sucked...

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Nov 5, 2005
What A Silly Love Story I've Made!
A Love Story
got this sort of game where type the words the site asks you from www.love.2loop.com
One handsome summer day at sea you see the most beautiful creature you have ever seen. Their name is HE , and every move he makes just turns you on more and more. You nudge your best friend Cho-In Sung and say, "Wow, that has to be the most gorgeous body I have ever seen." Suddenly, he looks in your direction and starts walking right towards you!!! he says, "I noticed you staring at me from over there. I just had to tell you, that I think you are so awesome , and was wondering if you'd like to go to under the stars with me and watch TV ?" With a stupid smile on your face you say, " echas " and go with them. When you finally get to under the stars , he moves closer to you, and gives you the biggest kiss ever. The two of you are passionately kissing, when you feel a bed hit you on the back of the head. You open your eyes to find out it's all a dream, but there is a note left next to your bed.
It reads: " HE is the love you've been waiting your whole life for. he will ask you out in 25 days or less, but only if you send this e-mail to at least 10 people within the next few minutes. The more people you send it to, the sooner they will ask you out, and you both fall in love. Do not take this lightly, because if you simply ignore this, you will have bad luck in love for the next 25 years!"
Posted at 11:58 pm by sassy_girl25
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Story: The Blue Stone Part 1
Part 1
I was supposed to do the whole thing but I have alot of things to do.
The Blue Stone
"Damn it!" I said when I saw what the driver had just bumped into. A college girl was crying hysterically holding her right foot. I told the driver to be more careful. I flared up because i was so late for the shoot of my commercial. The girl was shouting in Filipino that I did not understand.
I rushed her to the nearest hospital. I called my agents to inform them would be late for the shoot. I just realized that would not be able to attend the shoot at all when the girl called up her mom through her cellphone.
"Mom! Shit! Some crazy man crushed my foot!" was the English translation when I asked the driver what she was saying. My brother and I studied in an international school that was why I was able to speak and understand the English langauge.
Finally, her frantic and scary mother came. She hit me. I was hurt with that spank actually. The driver tried to stop her but she hit him instead. "Putang ina" was all I could hear from her.
The college girl shouted loudly. An eerie silence was heard. I saw her foot with the casting already finished.
"It had happened already, Mom."
The freaky face of her mother became gentle when she looked at her daughter but when she turned to me again, she had unleashed the dragon in her.
"Even if you're a very handsome man, as a mother, I won't let this pass. It seems like you are not a Pinoy, are you?"
I said that truth that I was an actor from Korea. I was just in the Philippines to have an endorsement deal.
"Oh I see, that's why you are familiar," she said.
"Yeah mom! He's cuter in person!"
"Trisha!" her mother looked at her.
"So how do you think my daughter would go to school in her condition? We don't have a car young man,"
I was speechless. I didn't know what to do.
"I've made my decision. You will fetch from home to school."
I declined and asked for consideration.
"Or else, I'll report this to the police."
I had no choice but to do what she had said. The next morning, I fetched Trisha from home to school. It really bothered me since her cast would be taken off after two months. In those days, we became close and she shared her story.
She was a nursing student in a university in Manila. Her father died of lymphoma, cancer of the lymph nodes a just two years ago.
"Good thing, Dad gave me an educational plan before he died," she said, holding back the tears with a witty line.
I thought that Trisha was hard to get along with. She seemed to be snobbish and out of this world. She wore second hand clothes. She was always in ripped jeans and sneakers that were really dirty from mud and dust. She liked chicken liver and inards. She would always have spillage on her shirt when we would have lunch together.
A guy named Nix always followed her around. He got the looks alright but still an outcast maybe because of his arrogance. He would give me a fierce look whenever I fetch Trisha from school. If I were not cool, I would have punched him.
Girls from Trisha's school would always clamor around my car. They would ask for autographs and pictures taken with them. Trisha got mad at me, I didn't know why. She didn't talk to me for a week.
The week that she didn't talk to me was a hell. I was always angry. I always feeling out of sorts. Even at the studio, I would always stay in a corner and just sleep. There were times when I would be restless.
I guess I already knew how to ask for her reconciliation or something. I gave her a bucket of her favorite fried chicken. She smiled at me.
"You forgot the gravy," she said with a smile when I gave her the bucket.
"My cast would be taken off next week," Trisha said.
I could not say a word while I was driving.
"I just can't understand why you have to get a lisence when you'll be going back to Korea anyway."
She kept talking and I kept quiet. She seemed to be worrying, I could see it in her eyes.
Her phone rang. It was Nix, asking her if he could be his date for the school dance. I grabbed her phone.
She hit me with her arm and said,"Why are you so angry? You should even be happy because you will not be seeing me again next week!"
I sped up the car that it could almost destroy the meter. I stopped when I heard her crying.
"You bastard!" she was hitting me with her arms.
I embraced her, the thing that I had always wanted to do since then.
"I like you," I said bravely.
Since then, we became closer. She said that I was her first boyfriend and she was very happy. I went to her house to seek the consent of her mom. I was so afraid just to see her face.
"You should thank me because if I didn't fix an agreement, you won't be with her."
Eventually, everything went fine.
While I was strolling at the mall, I saw this really beautiful couple's bracelets made of white gold. I wanted to give Trish something that was precious. The seller said that the piece of stone in eahc of the bracelets changed its color. It was originally black, it meant that one of the loving couple who were wearing the bracelets would be in danger if they were away from each other. It would turn blue if they were near each other.
I bought them for $ 100, no big deal. I knew it would be more that worth it to have these.
We had a date on my birthday, the first birthday I didn't spend in Korea. I took her to a fancy restaurant. She was so pretty that night. I was overwhelmed when she gave me a present eventhough she only had P150 for her allowance everyday, she still managed to give a present. It was a sketch of me in a frame.
"I drew that myself. I'm sorry, I was supposed to buy you a cologne or something but we had a project in school."
Even if it was just a box of crayons, it wouldn't matter as long as she was with me on my birthday. It was the time to give my present.
Posted at 11:43 pm by sassy_girl25
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Prose: Someday You'll Return
This is a poem that I've written a couple of times but I would always lose the copy. Just hope my blog won't be deleted. :-)
Someday You'll Return You left me here crying In front of the coldstone lying Rain pours down On the freshly tilted digging
Your face haunts me everynight I could never ever sleep good and tight I chase your sanity, still thinking you're living A knife cuts through my heart, reality makes me dying
Why didn't you tell me that tomorrow you will leave? I was in a pool of stormy emotions and disbelief You never said goodbye, never said you loved me The only thing so as I could accept thy perish
So I wait under our tree of promise Doing things we used to do, things that I miss I draw in my mind a figure of you that I chase A shadow, companion, friend that you used to be
My soul shatters, breaks down and falls It's only you I see and conceive in my thunderous sorrow Many regrets have made, hope is all I can trade Because I know someday you'll return...
When water ignites with oil.
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Nov 4, 2005
SH*T! HE Made Me Cry Again!
Once again HE made me cry again.
I learned that HIS toying with me or that's what I think
My bestfriend said that her ultimate crush (who is part of HIS circle of friends) was asking her if he could court her (do u get a hang of it?). My bestfriend of course can't say 'yes' knowing that he's not really serious but deep inside, she said,"I hope its true."
Well here's the story.
HE also asked a couple of times if he could court me. Of course I said 'no' because i know that he was not really serious (he's truly, madly, crazily in love with his biatch). Now here's what made me hurt: my bestfriend said that she thinks that his crush knows already that she's eyeing him. Everytime she looks at his crush, she is always caught by him. Now she vows that she will never look at him, that's why she always asks to look where he is. All of what happened between her and her crush also did happen between us.
What made me cry?
That gave me an idea that he was finding out if I have the hots for him. I thought it as rude or whatever. I mean, why would u want to know if someone likes u? HE could have just not minded it, he loves someone anyway. HE made me cry while washing dishes! Dammit! I hate it when I cry over him. It makes me feel like a chippo crying over a man and like oh-puhlees-make-me-your-girlfriend-or-else-i'll-commit-suicide freak!
I feel guilty whenever I think of him and his girlfriend (one of the nicest and kindest people i've ever known) breaking up. It gives me sucky feeling being a psycho freak trying to break up a happy couple. Is this fine or am I becoming a green-eyed-monster? I was trying to forget him and give my attention to someone but it's just so hard. I transferred to another school, I thought I have forgotten him but it made me more fond of him.
That's why I am so desperate to go college to forget him, to forget the nasty and bad side of my highschool life. I will look for someone else. I think this is the best way to forget someone you gave your heart to.
Posted at 11:27 am by sassy_girl25
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