God Is Good… No, He's GREAT. [Seriously.]
“God has been so good…
Blessing me with a family
Who did all they could…”
–Backstreet Boys [OMG!!! PAM!!! You really listened to that kind of stuff??!]
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Well God is indeed totally awesome, and I feel so blessed right now. I shall not go deep in the particulars because I don’t want to sound arrogant or something.
Just one last thing before I move on: I don’t have to take up Nursing anymore!!! OH BABY YEAH!
I might study college in the US. Not yet too sure, though. I am feeling very anxious, happy, and more anxious–just like the rest of my family.
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I feel so guilty. I mean, who wouldn’t when someone you only saw once in your life, someone you keep on backstabbing like crazy & keep avoiding like the plague [and also, in fact, by the way, bugs you like hell], calls you a “true friend” and–ahem–“ka-close”? Oh, I hope you got what I was trying to say. It happens all the time.
The worst thing about me is that I’m such a secretive person and I am so good at hiding my feelings. I’m so good at that, and in fact, some people don’t even know that I secretly abhor their very souls. Man, I feel so evil.
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Is there anyone who can interpret this weird dream for me?
I had the weirdest dream last week. I dreamt about ** and he looked exactly like the last time I bumped into him in his school, but this time, in my dream, he was sitting down on this chair wearing this t-shirt with his school pants. The weird part: he had weird black, sort-of demonic signs and symbols across his forehead. The same signs and symbols were also written across his shirt. The only conversation that we had from that dream was about him finally asking for my number. [hehe, wishful thinking? *RotFLMAO*]
Anyway, that dream really bothered me. I’m not joking; it’s really freaky. I know it means something. Damn hell I don’t know what it is, though. Help?
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I had such a GREAT time last Friday. Man, I really enjoyed that huge racket we did during dismissal time! Let’s make that a regular bonding activity every Friday, ok??? I love you, IV-1, and I am SO gonna miss you all.
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Xavier Soiree? I had a good time.
‘Nuff said. [And I am NOT sarcastic. REALLY. They're fun & they aren't as conio as I thought. Heck, they're not conio at all! They're even as jologs as Knollers! Gentlemen, ehe! And they're also sick & tired of reggae, *LoL*! Yayness. Next soiree: Ateneo Year II, Section E *coughangelocough*. Haha! Kidding.]
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P*&!^%$*! I’m gonna go to the Grad Ball. Darned 4th year parents required all the class presidents to attend that bedamned event. No offense guys, but even if it now became a–*cough*snort*grumble*–”charity ball/ball for a cause”, I still am too lazy to attend. I mean, I already went to the Prom last year! Why the heck would they want me to waste another six hours of my life???!!
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I am finally making Eastwood my second home. For weeks and weeks now, we keep on hanging out there [sorry, jologs ako, hanggang Eastwood lang & hindi Greenbelt! sorry na!--You know who YOU are... *wink*]
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Just saw “Meet the Fockers”, and it was f*ckin’ great! Heheh. Pardon the pun, and pardon my French. *wink*
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Pardon the “4-asterisks” format. I am so scatterbrained today, I just couldn’t find the right words to express all my feelings. I’m suffereing this weird writer’s complex.. I dunno. There are so many things that I want to say… But I couldn’t say them all in one blow.
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My Dream Jobs of the Future:
My list shall be continued…
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