I Just Turned Seventeen

Sunday, July 26, 2009 @ 6:13 PM

That's it! It's officially confirmed that me and that jerk is nothing but just CLOSE friends. I asked him and he said it himself, that, "we are just CLOSE friends and that doesn't mean that we're on a relationship." Okay, so... Then be it! Whatever!

So yesterday was my 17th birthday, July 25. As I entered my first class, my blockmates are all shouting, "Happy Birthday, Charchar!" I was like, "Whoa! Thank you very much!" Then during our Biol 1L class, someone gave me a gift. It's a purple pencil and on top of it is a small purple bear. Sweet! "Thanks AJ!"

“Yesterday, it was my birthday I hung one more year on the line I should be depressed My life's a mess But I'm Having A Good Time...” -Paul Simon

After my last subject, Math 1, my mother and I went out for an early dinner at Jack's Restaurant along Session Rd. Sigh, it rained that afternoon so instead of going to the mall, we just went to an "ukay-ukay". Mother is not that feeling well, so I just bought a dark blue knee-high socks for only 60 pesos and we go home. It's good to wear knee-high socks with mini-skirts or with shorts if you're too shy to show off all your legs in public.

Whew! Finally, prelims over!

New Domain

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 @ 9:08 PM

WWW.PINAYDOLL.INFO -finally, I got my own domain name and a big big thank you to Miss Angel for having me this. -I think it's an early birthday present for me. Hehehe!


I have been down in the dumps these past few days. But F-U-C-K it! I won't stay for that long.

Little girl, don't be so blue. I know what you're going through. Don't let it beat you up. Hitting walls and getting scars, only makes you who you are. No matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking.

See, life is beautiful! And is not worth a drama.

Oh, I also wanna say my thankyous to Sheryl, Luana, Sheidz, Grysh, Honeul, Krisha, and to Aisha for the advices and opinions on my previous post. Thank you so much ladies!

One last thing, check out the visitors page to see what's new.

PS: I'm excited for my 17th birthday this July 25.

An Inspirational Story... A Diary From A Guy

@ 4:22 PM

January 2

Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground. I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first impression of you was that you were a wilful girl born with a golden thingy in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.

March 22

I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day. I realized that you were from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but later I realized that you had been reciting Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.

April 5

I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese classics “Romance of the 3 kingdom”. Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.

May 5

From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the good and bad things of the character in these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we a! almost broke off because we could not agree on whether Jia Bao Yu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another argument started.

Aug 7

I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately. Whenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid…that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship would crumble…therefore, I kept quiet.

Oct 1

The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.

Oct 2

It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red. I learnt hat you had just undergone an operation. The life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. “I am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that”. you said convincingly. I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. “Are you comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my face?”, I thought to myself. I was not strong enough to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You responded with a smile too-with great effort.

Oct 5

It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: “I understand such a love, so did the girl.” I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.

Oct 26

It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited you. I hated myself so much…but you were gone…… I can’t remember how I got home that day. When I woke up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday. Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.

Jan 2

A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: “What talking you.” Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it……

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This is a true story that happened 10 years ago!!!! Now then can fully understand what the author means by “A PERSON WILL KNOW WHAT IS PAIN ONLY WHEN HE HAS BEEN THROUGH IT...” To cut the whole story short… Just wanna tell you people that…..

IF U TRULY LOVE THAT SOMEONE… JUST GO RIGHT UP TO HIM OR HER OR GIVE A PHONE CALL RIGHT NOW TO SAY “I LUV U ” AND EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS FOR THAT PERSON BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!!!

A Guy would rather shed blood than shed tears but that’s because he has yet experience sadness. The moral of the story is to treasure your love ones 'coz they might not be always around. Share this story to those you cherish most and let them feel their “presence” are important as they are part of our lives too!

WOMEN and their TEARS. Understand Why.

@ 4:08 PM

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special."

"I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort."

"I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children."

"I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining."

"I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly."

"I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart."

"I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly."

"And finally, I gave her a tear to shed."

"This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"That tear holds more then men could understand."

"If a man was to shed her tear it would look enormous."

"For a woman's tear is full of unconditional love, power, sacrifice, beauty, pain, and compassion."

"All ten fold of what a Man is able to feel."

"And that is my son, why I made her as close to being Supernatural."

"She's my gift to the world she's an Angel on Earth."

"Love her and praise her for there will be no other here on Earth that will Love you like I do then your Mother..."

"You see my son," said God, "The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair."

"The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Autopsy On A Spoiled Girlfriend

@ 3:35 PM

A MUST READ!

No cracks, no fractures, no missing bones whatsoever.

Taxi cabs were her favorite way to go around the city. The boyfriend would open the car door for her and assist her while getting off the vehicle. She would take his offered hand like a princess getting off a lovely carriage. She would tell his boyfriend, "That's what boyfriends are for." Her boyfriend would nod in approval, kiss her on her forehead and smile. Her every step was watched. Her boyfriend is her safety scout. Sweet.

"If you don't take care of me, I'll break up with you."


No pulled, strained muscles.

She did not suffer from any forms of fatigue. Her life was a bliss. No need to rush to a convenient store to grab a midnight snack. Her boyfriend would offer his phone and she would call the delivery hotline. And on those days when it was not possible to have the food delivered, he would buy it himself, not minding the time nor the weather. No need to go to a spa to relax. He would light an essence lamp and ask her to lay on her tummy. He would then sooth her tired muscles using his bare hands. He was not really good at this but it pleased her. "That's what boyfriends are for," she would think.

"Buy me food, or else I'll break up with you."


Perfect condition, from mouth to the intestines.

She was well-fed. Where to eat, what to eat.. it was her choice. Her every craving was satisfied. He would also introduce her to restaurants and plates she had never tried before. She would think it was fantastic. She would gain weight and think that was her boyfriend's fault. He would smile and tell her that how attractive she still was. Compliments. That's what boyfriends are for.

"Tell me I'm the prettiest or we're through."


Clean lungs. Healthy heart.

There was no way second-hand smoke could have harmed her. He was not a smoker. He lived a healthy life and so did she. He would take her to the country side and she would enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. He had to suspend several business trips so they could go together. Because according to her, that's what boyfriends are for.

"Let's go, or I'll find another boyfriend to take me there."


No signs of depression.

Hers was a worry-free life. Before she could even detect the problem, he already resolved it for her. She was trained not to care, not to worry about almost everything. Worrying was his job. That's what boyfriends are for. He would be sick but he would tell her not to worry. He would buy and take his medicines all by himself. She would be sick and he would worry to death. A simple migraine and he would panic.

"Make the pain go away, or you'll lose me."


She was in perfect health the night he left her and yet she was found dead the following morning.

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I saw this one on someone's Facebook account and the story really touched me. So here you go, hope you guys like it too.

Whoever the writer is, kudos to you.

STATUS: Complicated

Sunday, July 12, 2009 @ 7:22 PM

Sealed With A Kiss

Tuesday, July 7, 2009 @ 8:57 AM

Major layout change!

So I just got bored with my old theme and here's a new one. -...sealed with a kiss! I also added some extras, but wait... Don't click on it yet! I'm still working on that. -I'm thinking of sharing my previous blogger themes. I'll be adding some tutorials, and what else... I'll be adding some graphics too, and a lot more. Hopefully, it would be open to the public this July, so you guys bettah keep on checkin'. Notice, I updated my profile.


P.S.: I'm really enjoying my college!