swag: n. The way in which you carry yourself. Swag is made up of your overall confidence, style, and demeanor. (according to urbandictionary.com)
I think people really need to understand the meaning of this word because it gets thrown around more than a basketball during playoff season. Just because you are eating chicken, doesn’t mean you have swag. “Eating chicken. Like a boss. Swag.” NO. Just because you are on Tumblr doesn’t mean you have swag. “Putting pictures on Tumblr. Swag.” “Playing basketball. Swag.” “Just got out of the shower. Swag.”
STOP STOP STOP.
Okay, sorry. I just don’t like when people overuse the word “swag.”
“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”—Mitch Albom (via aeloquence)
Today was the first time since February 12th that I went on a date. I forgot what it was like to have the kind of feelings I experienced today, but I definitely enjoyed it.
Thank you for being such a gentleman. I’ve come to realize that that’s just the way you genuinely are. I wasn’t used to the things you did for me today; it’s been a long while since someone has paid for me or held doors open for me. I liked the way you would always put your hand on my back when we’d walk through a big crowd to make sure I wouldn’t get out of your sight. I like how you told my mom you would take good care of me :))) What really intrigued me today though, was that you took the time to actually get to know me. You asked me to tell you about myself and you took interest in everything I said. Geez, basically I liked everything about today. It was amazing. I haven’t smiled like that in a long time. I told you that my cheeks were hurting because you kept making me smile and you replied, “I did my job then.”
I like you a lot, trust me on that. But I just don’t know how to transition back into feeling like this. I haven’t been used to this for a while so now that you’re here, trying to show me how much you care, it’s all kind of new again. I appreciate all your efforts and I hope you see mine too.
The other day I was walking with Kathlyn and Isaac to go get food afterschool. My mommy loves me so much that she called every 5 minutes to make sure I was okay, haha. So while she was frantically making sure I wasn’t going to get kidnapped, Isaac and Kathlyn were giggling because they could hear what my mom was saying.
Mommy: You better not get kidnapped! I hate when you walk instead of getting a ride! Me: It’s okay, I’m with Isaac and Kathlyn! Mommy: If something happens to you, I’m going to blame Isaac. Me: -to Isaac- My mommy said she’s gonna blame you if something happens to me, haha. Isaac: Okay, that’s fine. But just let her know you’re in good hands.
As of late, you’ve been putting forth so much effort to have me in your life. We talk way more often than not, and mostly because you’re the conversation starter. It’s not just a “hey, what’s up?” every once in a while, but a lot of the time you want to actually have a meaningful dialogue with me. It’s not weird to me at all, it’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve had someone want to converse with me so much. I like it though. So I apologize if I sometimes don’t react the way you want me to; I still have to get used to this once again.
To the girl who puts the butterflies in my best friend’s stomach: Hi. It’s funny, you won’t even know this post is about you. But, I’ve gotten to know you over the past two years and let me say that I’ve come to find you as a genuine person who is not only beautiful on the outside but also on the interior as well. It’s crazy, I haven’t seen my best friend like this in a long time. I love hearing him talk about you, because it’s always just good things. He likes you a lot and it makes me extremely happy to see him this happy. Know that you’ve got a good thing in your hands, if you choose to pursue it. Take good care of him, okay?
I’ve come to terms with the fact that my feelings for you will never diminish; there will always be a hint of feeling for you hidden in my heart. We are so close and I love it, so I really don’t mind that we’re not pursuing anything. But just know that you will always have a piece of me.
Sophomore year was good to me, for the most part. Not only did I learn a lot academically, but I was also influenced by life lessons that could not be taught in a classroom. I’m only disappointed in myself because my grades both semesters definitely did not reflect my academic potential. I let my social life get in the way of school, which was not a good decision.
I know I say this every year, but next year I am going to do so much better. I took an oath to stick to this because I really do need to get focused. Junior year will be the prime of it all, not only because it’s the hardest year as they say, but because college is somewhere around the corner and I know I can do better.
I admire people, girls especially, who are humble. Because there are so many girls nowadays that “take advantage,” per say, of their beauty. They KNOW they’re good looking, therefore they constantly take pictures that all look the same—same angle, same outfit, same pose. Okay, we get it. You’re beautiful. You know that too. But at least be humble about it.
So in the beginning of the year, I started a relationship with AP World History. At first it was all cool and we had no problems, but then I started to get tired. Things got complicated. I kept trying to make it work, but it just didn’t cut it for me. So today, I can say that I ended my relationship with AP World History and am moving on to bigger and better things. <3
I just remembered that I have to get my whooping cough shot tomorrow at school. No bueno, I hate needles. Someone is seriously going to have to go with me so I can clutch on to them while that stupid thing is being injected into my arm. -___-
Kababayan Fest is the same day as American Idol auditions.. Waaaah! ); I wanted to go to Kaba Fest, but I want to audition for American Idol since I missed my chance this past season. Auditions are in San Diego, btw. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to go to Kaba Fest next year!
It doesn’t even feel like the last week of school..
TODAY: No finals for me today! (; Leadership Breakfast/Remembrance Day during first period. Made leis for the seniors and ate food. Signed yearbooks, took pictures. It was emotional. Chilled in the dance studio during second, took pictures, listened to Christian, Alicia, and Anna sing. Seventh period we had our “cultural presentation” (aka pawwwtay!) and watched Like Water for Chocolate. Ice cream social afterschool.
TOMORROW: Returning books in WHAP and biology final during fourth period. Staying afterschool with Kathlyn to make graduation posters. Gotta kill two hours.
WEDNESDAY: Watching 21 in Algebra 2 and Spanish multiple choice final during sixth. Isaac’s skipping his football workout to go out to lunch with me so I can kill two hours yet again. Graduation day/last day of school. Oh man, I will bawl my eyes out. It’s supposed to rain though..
These next few days are gonna be good, then helllllo Summer 2011! :D
I enjoy being around those who are down to have a good time. Drama and negative vibes just aren’t for me. The good times stay rolling when I spend time with those who make me laugh and keep the good vibes going. The ones who I don’t have to worry about impressing, but instead they take me as I am and make the most of every second we have together.
What am I going to do about you? I sit here, keeping my feelings about you inside because, well, I’m just always going to have some sort of feelings toward you. I watch you fall into infatuation with all of these girls who end up treating you wrongly, who make you frustrated about love. It hurts me because you’re important to me. I know you see that. So when your “potential candidates” for who could be your girlfriend come along and hurt you, yeah, it hurts me too. Because I know that if there was you and I, I could treat you a whole hell of a lot better than anyone else could.
So aside from the good company, good vibes, and good times I had yesterday, there are some things that made myself (and my mom) quite mad and disappointed.
It’s funny how I relied on you to pick up my best friend and you told me day in and day out that you would, then all of a sudden you have some “family emergency” and when I leave to go pick up my best friend, you call and say “Never mind! There’s no family emergency!” Yeah. Okay.
You know what I noticed? The people who aren’t able to drive (meaning they had to find rides) were able to be there, but the ones who actually have a car and can drive, weren’t. Interesting.
The big one: THERE IS A REASON WHY I TELL PEOPLE TO RSVP. Okay, RSVPing “yes” means that you’re going to go for sure—no complications. When a certain amount of people RSVP yes, MY PARENTS SPEND MONEY ON FOOD FOR THAT AMOUNT OF PEOPLE. So, tons of people RSVP = lots of food = a lot of money coming out of my parents’ already low budget. AND WHEN THOSE PEOPLE DON’T FREAKING SHOW UP, we have too much food left over, even after people take some home. I also expect those people to come and when they don’t tell me they’re not coming, yeah, it’s disappointing. Oh, and there was a big difference in the amount of people who said they would come and the actual number of people who were there. If I knew that so many people wouldn’t have showed up, MY PARENTS WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO WAKE UP AT 5AM TO RESERVE A SPOT AT THE PARK. We could of had it at my house or something. I HATE HOW PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO RSVP CORRECTLY.
After everything I do for you guys, you couldn’t even show up. I go above and beyond for you two and you couldn’t even stop by, even if it was for just a second. All of a sudden you decide to change your plans.
Ugh, that’s all. But overall my birthday party was fun. I was surrounded by people who are extremely important to me and I had an amazing time. THANK YOU MOMMY AND DADDY FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO MAKE THIS PARTY HAPPEN <3 And thank you for everyone who came! :) I now know who is willing to make time for me, and that is why next year I’m only going to have a small dinner. But again, thanks to you guys, I had a really good day yesterday.
Forget the drama, man. We’re in high school and let me tell you, these years go by fast. The day you walk the stage to accept that diploma, no one is going to remember what you wore on the second Tuesday of November nor will they care who you hung out with and what you did. Rumors and unnecessary misconceptions aren’t beneficial at all. When you look back on high school, what will you remember? That you held a grudge on someone for the four years of your high school career? Or that you made the most of every day and lived each one like it was your last?
I love momma’s boys. I really admire those boys who know how to treat their mother with respect. Any guy I date should know that his mommy should always come before me because she’s always going to be his number one girl.
I will not ask anything of you but to be yourself. Your personality is what attracts me. I’m not going to ask you to change the way you dress. I won’t ask you to pay for everything. I won’t ask you to text me every 5 seconds telling me how much you love me. All I ask is for you to be real with me. Alongside that comes honesty, trust, and comfort. Don’t worry, I don’t have a list of standards that you need to live up to. I’ll do my part in our relationship and you’ll do yours. It can either be the most beautiful thing in the world, or the worst disaster. Because face it, our relationship will only have two options: either breaking up, or getting married.
I am always going to have some sort of feelings for you. That’s a given. You’re the person I’m closest to and most comfortable with. The fact that we shared the same feelings not too long ago clings on to my memory and only makes me wish that those times would revive once again. I’m not worried about losing you; you made a promise to always be here. I did as well. So if time permits us to maybe share something, then so be it. But for now, I’m extremely grateful for the friendship we have and have no problem if we never turn into something more than what we already are. So thank you for putting up with me and allowing me to play such an important role in your life. You are the best.
You decided to make your way into my life at the most random time, just when I started to be content with all my circumstances. The first time I met you, I was caught off guard, but ever since then, we’ve been talking each and every day. I guess I can consider you my 25/8.
The way you prioritize me into your already busy life enthralls me; it shows me that you want me to be here. I am amazed by the fact that you annihilated all of my insecurities as well as made me feel comfortable. Although it’s not a complication to make me laugh, you accomplish the task in a way that no one else has approached. I don’t know how you do it, but whatever it is, I’m glad you’re you. For what it’s worth, every little thing you do puts a smile on my face.
How do you do it? How are you able to always be in a good mood and so positive all the time?
It was not too long ago that I realized whatever it is that’s bothering you, it’s already happening. So you can either take it with a smile, or complain and weep about it. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather put a smile on my face and look at the brighter side of things instead of moping around and letting something bother me :)
I’m not saying I need a significant other, but I am a relationship type of person. I like being in relationships. I like going into a relationship with the mindset that it is going to be long-term, and I like being with someone who has that same frame of mind.
I want to invest so much effort into a bond with someone. Of course there’s that saying about not giving someone your all because when it’s over you’ll be left with nothing. But you have to be able to give someone your all without losing yourself, you know? Isn’t that a risk you have to take? It’s a risk I’m willing to take. I want to show you that I actually want to be with you and that I’m willing to work towards our relationship. I want to make you happy.
I’ll be faithful to my significant other because I know what it feels like to be hurt and I don’t ever want him to go through that. I will tease him, though. But that’s the way I am. I’ll joke around with you, I’ll push you—it’s all apart of me being comfortable with you. But that comfort doesn’t take away from me being cute with you. I’m notorious for being lovey dovey, but I know how to balance that—to have a perfect balance between friends and lovers.
I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt him. Why would I be in a relationship if I’m just out to hurt him? I would do my best to treat him the way a good girlfriend—in my mind—would. As long as he’s also putting forth the effort, I’ll keep striving to progress with him. All I want is a relationship where one is not dominant over the other; equality is important to me and if we’re both comfortable with each other, I can promise you we will get somewhere. Just show me you’re worth it, and I’ll do the same.