Hello Goodbye

Can't you believe it?

2011 is almost over.

And you know what that means? A QUICK RECAP OF THE YEAR THAT IS 2011!

From having a wonderful January to prom practices to the funniest Valentines day ever with classmates (Forever singles lol!) to the weirdest prom night ever to the biggest nightmare on our family to me graduating High School to the final get together with my lovely Nobels to getting invested with the epicness that is The Beatles to entering College for the first time and meeting wonderful new friends to the hardships of our plates and to the simple yet fun Christmas day.

Phew, but honestly, I didn't like this year, at all. 

Too much sadness.

Too much deaths.

Just... Meh, in general.

But on the flipside:

Meeting new friends. (be it Real Life or Internet friends)

Crazy shit!

And... The Royal Wedding. (I've never thought I would be waaaay too invested to that one, the inner hopeless romantic got the best in me LOL)

I do really hope 2012 would be better, or be epic, yeah?

I love you friends, thank you for being a part of my year. Also to you, my dear readers (if there's any, heehee) xD

Okay, summerninja out! Let's go party party!

:D

It is one of those times again...

... That I reminisced about the four years of my craziest chapter on my life so far called High School.

This post was inspired by one of my fave blogs on Tumblr, who happens to have the same interests as mine, and then I saw her post about her HS life.... And I can't help but to remember the old times too.

Oh High School. I sort of remembered the first day of my High School. Although I didn't transfer into a new school, I still can't help but to get anxious, I don't remember why, but all I know is I am anxious. Haha.

And from then things have changed, and here's a quick recap of my four years of batshit craziness aka High School.

Freshmen year: Oh dear, I just saw my ID for that year last night and I laughed. Seriously I do love my weight that time, and I seem to look innocent then. Haha. This is the year where in I learned how to use a phone, and always makes an effort to go unli to text my favorite person during that year, besides my friends. I have experienced so many firsts, and yes, who could ever forget about my craziness that year. During that year we had the best teachers and the best subjects! (Except algebra, of course) and yes, one of my most unforgettable memories are from this year.

Sophomore year: Oh, the year that signals the start of my obsession over a certain guy named David Cook, the year where in I used to spend my money over Manang's turon and maruya, Manong ice cream's Ice Candy and such. Things got crazier and this year was my least favorite, because we're going to leave my favorite person then, even though we don't want to do so, but at the same time, it is the year when my greatest dream that time came true. ♥

Junior year: My favorite year ever! Lots of the adventures happened here, the dramas, the romances, the friendship, the ~teamwork, the pathetic-ness (Well, the recap to the Mendeleev events are already on this blog :P) aka the Andy Gate, The Uwian Club (Oh how I miss that thing) and all. The year where in the most unexpected of things happened. 

Senior year: The year where in our friendship got stronger, after all the fights and drama, the year where in the highest and the lowest points in my life happened all in one week. The year where in my money was spent on siomais and kwek kweks, the tricycle talk with me and my pakner, the year where in the most unexpected of romances and love teams flourished, the thesis, the hardships and all. Also the last year we are together.

Oh. How time flies so much. We're halfway on our freshmen year on college, can't you believe that? Oh my goodness.

And seriously, I miss all of the people and places that became a part of my High School life. I don't know if it would be the same without you guys. 

Oh my Love(s) (yeah yeah yeah!)

Just so you know I'm still alive folks.

A semester had already passed, can you believe it? 

It's been a while since I posted in here.

Sorry for that my love.

Okay by the way,

As far as everybody knows in this blog (okay I'm being assuming, sort of. LOL) I have a (un)healthy obession with David Cook.

And still has it, and will have it for a long period of time.

But then on the summer of 2011, I got yet another (un)healthy obsession over some band, alongside Cook and his y'know? Hot-Ass band.

And they are not just your ordinary band.

Because the band I am talking about is no other than The Beatles.

Yes, The Beatles!

During the past summer I got interested with their music and lives and such (Can I just say they're well, handsome as fuck lads from Liverpool? haha! Yes I just said that)

And when I think about the thing that started off this liking over them, I get confused, because I don't seem to remember what started this. 

But then lets move on from that.

Well, I think everybody knows who are the four lads who were responsible for the epicness that is The Beatles right?

From the witty (and good looking) John Lennon to the cute (but half as mischievous as John) Paul McCartney to the bad ass guitarist (and awkward in a very cute way) George Harrison to the hardcore drummer (and oh so cute!) Ringo Starr, yes, alongside all of those things they've made and the controversies they've been into and all.

(If I discuss it here this will be a hell of a post)

So there you go. I got another band to obsess with. My life have gone crazier since then, adding the real life drama and the hardships of being a fine arts student.

Till then lovelies! :) ♥

You're my inspiration, as I stand alone against the world

Yes, my dear. You are indeed my inspiration.

For the past three years you've helped me through almost everything.

You motivated me to grow better.

You cheered me up when I'm sad.

And you made me happier when I'm happy.

Inspired me to do things. 

And especially, taught me how to really appreciate the power of music.

With that voice to swoon for.

And that gorgeous eyes that says it all.

Those perfect face.

The way you love the people around you.

The way you wear your heart on your sleeve.

Oh dear David Roland Cook, you have inspired me so much after those years I owe you something .

Maybe everything. 

But, even though the years go by

And I grew old, you grew old.

Nothing has changed.

I love you and still love you and will love you.

Thank you so much, my dear.

Only if I could meet you someday.

If only.

But nonetheless I love you and thank you.

From the corner of my heart.

♥

oh, the irony...

"I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40."

That was the quote John Lennon once said.  

I can't help but to feel sad about this thing. In this quote he said he don't wanna die at age 40, but he did die at 40.

I don't know, but I can't help but to think about the whole irony of it, and it's sad, really. I feel bad for him. He did die on the most tragic way possible. He died when he started to fix things up, be it with the music, his family life, and even his once wrecked relationship with Paul McCartney.

And that leads me to thinking, what if he didn't die at 40? What if he's still here until now? What would happen? Would it be good? 

How about a Beatles reunion?

Or Another Lennon/McCartney penned song?

Would it be bad?

There so many possible happenings if he was still here, right?

Hey.

I am still alive folks.

It just happened to me that there are absolutely no ideas on what to write here. Yeah.

Oh, by the way, John Lennon and Paul McCartney are adorable. Hee.

And yeah, summer 2011 is such a bore fest, y'all.

That is all.

THREE WEEKS TO COLLEGE EFF YEAH. :)

True... Friends?

You know that feeling, when you think of all of the moments you've spent with that person, that person whom you dearly consider as a great friend and a shoulder to lean on, and then realizing the bitter truth that it will not happen again. It sucks, so damn much.

It's like stabbing your heart until it breaks into pieces. pieces and pieces. That feeling when you see them being happy now in others company and finds it boring to be with you.

I know majority of it was my fault in the first place. Not trusting them, or being always grouchy, or whatever the reasons are. I just know that I have a problem with all of this.

But... They also have their faults. i don't know, but they do.


It also hurts me to see that person talking to you for the reason that they need something from you, or they have something to ask. It makes me feel like a terrible person.

Terrible to the point its utterly saddening and annoying and makes you feel like utter crap.

Terrible to the point that you are thinking you are a bad person for existing only when they need you.

Its just bad... plain bad.

the return

So it seems like a month since my last post here, and looks like my little meme will be finished in years time.

And It's 2011 already. I cant seem to believe that I started posting here almost a year ago now? And seeing my old post makes me wanna laugh or makes me wanna go back to those days, or makes me wanna crawl into my own skin.

A year. 365 days of randomness to anything and everything.

And, as the New Year enters, there are a lot of things that I have to go forward to, entering a new chapter in life that is college, wrapping things up in High School, About to try to change my ways of life. I don't know what else, but I am pretty sure as the days goes by many things will come, and go.

Knowing in three months time I have to say goodbye to high school.

And after two months I have to enter college.

College.

A new place, a new world, a new chapter.

I think it's weird. And I am a little excited about it.

College means new environment, new friends, new... everything.

But It doesn't mean we have to forget those people who became a part of our high school life, those people that became a part of our daily lives for the past years, those people who shared laughter and pains and everything.

Those people who became our family.

But sometimes, those people, who I dearly considered as my family, seems so far away from me, like I am invisible or something to them. I don't know, but there are just times that I think they're so close yet so far to me. Its like you know they're just beside you, yet it feels like they wasn't, and you are like somewhat invisible, and it feels very very bad.

But still, you cant help but to adore and love those people. No matter what happens.

And that was it. My 2011 will be a long long year. I suppose.

And this post went from the meme to future to my PMS drama to beyond. I feel sorry, and half relieved.

:)