I’m glad that certain people left my life and that whatever was in the past is done with. What I have now is much more worth fighting for and I can honestly say I’m a much happier person who has less to stress over.
I went to See You at the Pole today at lunch and was really blessed.
I’m glad that I can express my faith at school as well, rather than just at church. It’s nice having friends who have the same beliefs as I do and are not ashamed to show their love for God. I was truly blessed by how strong some individuals’ walks with God are, especially at our age. It touched my heart and motivated me even more to become even closer to God.
I’m not gonna lie, but some friendships are hard to maintain. There are times where I look back on the memories I made with certain people and then compare it to the relationship I have with them now; either we’re not as close as we used to be, or there is no relationship at all.
It’s crazy how much things can change, whether it’s gradually or instantaneously. I used to be close to a lot of people who I now look at as just mere acquaintances. If I could, I would have tried to keep up with each of those friendships because I know at one point, those individuals played a great role in my life.
On the contrary though, I do believe in the notion that some people are only supposed to be in your life for a certain period of time.
We’ll be participating in See You at the Pole tomorrow at 6:30AM at the flagpole by the new library. If you can’t make it to school that early, there will be a second one at lunch! Come by for a time of worship and prayer!
My freshmen year in high school, our activities director at the time was Ms. Dinh and she taught me to always fight for what we deserve, especially when it came to activities. Now that our school’s junior prom is facing cancellation forevermore, I find it in my heart to do whatever I can to get it back. Not only does it affect my class, but the underclassmen as well, and I don’t think that’s quite fair.
Our current activities director, Ms. Q., is a very tough cookie to crumble, but I still believe in the notion of fighting for what we deserve. I mean, shouldn’t an activities director SUPPORT our activities rather than stripping them away from us? Why should we let her walk all over us when we have the right to petition? She’s breaking a tradition at our school, too.. Not to mention, her excuse for canceling prom was: “It is statistically not a good idea because profit will not be made and no one will go.”
Well, we fundraise for the prom, so our school wouldn’t have to worry about pulling out money for it. As far as supervision, I’ve talked to teachers already who are more than willing to supervise if we have a prom. I have talked to ASB alumni as well as other teachers who support my decision on executing this. It doesn’t hurt to try to fight for what we want.
This morning I picked up my boyfriend so he could go to church with me :) I’m glad he wanted and was able to go. He met SoulFire and my ninong; they all welcomed him with open arms and it was awesome.
After church, Isaac, my dad, and I went to go grab lunch at Applebee’s. All the football games were playing and my dad and boyfriend were bonding because of it; Isaac was talking to my dad more than he was talking to me! Haha. Then we went to Target to run some errands. We ran into Robell and Kristian too! Isaac helped my dad with the groceries and whatnot; it was cute :) When we finished, I drove to drop Isaac home.
I like when my boyfriend is able to spend time with not only me, but my family as well. :)
On a not-so-bright note, I’m at my grandparents’ house right now with the rest of my family because they’re leaving for the Philippines tonight.. they won’t be back to visit for another three months..
i love my boyfriend so much but he's so controlling and idk what to do anymore...help?
I wish you weren’t anon so I could help you a bit more. But..
NEVER EVER LET YOURSELF SETTLE FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I don’t want anyone to EVER go through what I did with my ex. Trussst, you may think he’s the best right now, but let me tell you: There’s so many better people out there who will RESPECT you and love you the way you DESERVE. If he loved you, he wouldn’t control you and he wouldn’t tell you how to live your life. If he is bringing you down, there’s no use of staying in the relationship. Your relationship is supposed to make you happy; not make you question whether or not you want to be with him. It will take a while for you to adjust getting over him but there is no doubt in my mind that you will be so much happier when you leave the relationship. Never, EVER lose yourself because of a guy. No guy is ever worth it. The guy that’s worth it will be the one who accepts you for who you are and let’s you still do your own thing while you’re in the relationship.
I was too ignorant to take the time to realize how wise my teachers are. They are always able to answer any question thrown at them and also have the capability to expand on any topic. Their insight truly inspires me and it motivates me to be a better student. I love when a teacher has a passion for what they’re teaching.
Teachers take so much of their time to educate us and put us on the right academic path, even for so little pay. Their hard work, patience, and dedication are quite admirable, if I do say so myself.
"When a girl says, ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’m okay,’ she’s really not."
If your significant other is asking you if you’re okay, why don’t you just tell them straight up? Girls always say that honesty is the biggest part of a relationship. If that’s so, why can’t you just be honest and say that you’re not okay? This person is your significant other. They must have some importance to you; the least you could do is give them the truth.
For example, if you and your significant other get into a fight.
Significant Other: “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Girl: “I’m fine.”
You know for a damn fact you’re not fine, so come clean and be like, “No, I don’t like that you did this or did that blahblahblah.” It’s not that hard to tell the truth. Honesty is the best policy, and it always starts with the little things.
You are not defined by the size of your chest, the slenderness of your waist, or the number that appears on the scale when you place your weight on it. The quality of your clothes has no relevance to the type of person you are within. The color of your hair, the shade of your skin, and the amount of freckles you have on your face does not make up your beauty on the interior. You derive pleasure from seeking attention from the opposite sex, or sometimes the same gender, even; but still, that does not make you who you are. You are not the amount of push ups you can do nor are you the amount of money in your wallet. You are not a combination of these things.
Rather, the person you are comes from your character. You are the goals and dreams you wish to achieve, along with the determination and motivation that pushes you. You are the words you mutter and the thoughts that wander your mind. You are beautiful and wonderful not because of the peers you associate with, but the beam of personality you carry with you every day. You are the feeling you have when you get back up after being pushed off of the horse. You are beautiful and admirable not for the height or width of the package, but for the volume of soul it carries.
I’m at my grandparents’ house right now and a wave of butterflies begins to flutter around in my stomach. But these butterflies aren’t the ones you get when you’re extremely happy; rather, they are quite the opposite.
My grandparents are retiring to the Philippines on the 25th of this month. It hasn’t quite hit me yet. I walked into the house and everything is either pushed to the side or in boxes. Before I know it, the house will be completely empty. The only thing left will be the house structure and every experience I’ve made here—the memorable among the memorable.
I grew up in this household, taking my first steps and singing my first song here. I learned how to rollerskate inside this house as well as cook my first meal. This two-story house has written many stories in my life book. And in T minus 9 days, it will only be a sight to see, since the house will undergo foreclosure.
All the family parties are usually held here, including Christmas and our Thanksgiving celebration. It breaks my heart to know that in a little over a week, those events will not happen at our usual place of gathering. My first home will no longer be readily available to welcome me back—and neither will my grandparents. They’ll be all the way at the other side of the world, and I won’t get to see them every other week anymore.
Whether or not I’m aware of it, this is going to make a huge impact on my life. The question is whether or not I’ll be ready for it.
The first dance was pretty crackin’; didn’t expect it to be that good, but it was fun!
-Danced with my boyfriend for two and a half hours, ayyye! =) -Seeing some people drunk/high is the funniest thing ever. -IT. WAS. HOT. AS. HELL. Our gym needs air conditioning, mayyyne. -Bought 3 bottles of water.. downed those suckers like nothin! -It was nice catching up with people I hadn’t seen in a while. -Gave best a ride to the dance. Talked about a lot of things. -Made a bet to see whose significant other would arrive first.. I won ;) -“The cooking dance!” -___- -Dropped Babe and Jovan home.
I’m probably gonna be sore tomorrow but whatevs, I had fun!
Something keeps telling me that you could be my answered prayer You must be heaven sent, I swear.. ‘cause Something happens when you look at me, I forget to speak Something happens when you kiss my mouth, my knees get so weak Could it be true? This is what God has meant for me 'cause baby I can't believe.. that something like you could happen to me
Always gives me reassurance, even when I don't ask for it
Him:You make me really happy. Like, I'm never gonna regret asking you to be my girlfriend. You know how I always giggle after you say something and then you ask why I'm laughing? It's 'cause I always think to myself, "She's so beautiful. She's so cute. I am in love with this girl." Babe I wish you knew how happy you make me. I am never going to leave you. I would do anything for you. I love you so much.
As a result of having divorced parents, my siblings and I have to move back and forth from house to house every week. It’s not the greatest thing in the world, but I can hang.
Sometimes all I really want is just some stability. That’s the biggest reason as to why I hate moving. I just wish I could live in one house for the rest of the time I have before turning eighteen. It just seems like it would be a lot easier that way. Less stress, less worry.
Thoughts of being an adult enter my mind frequently. Not because I’m in a rush to grow up, but instead to be able to make my own decisions. I mean, I’m grateful for being able to have two places to stay in; I’m aware that there are those less fortunate than I who have to live on the streets.
But more often than not, I just want one house I can come home to every day. One place where all my belongings are, so I don’t have to always transport my school books from one house to another. One, just one. It would save me a lot of troubles.
It has already reached that point where we know neither of us is going to leave, no matter what happens. The comfort we both feel around each other is something delicate, something new we both haven’t felt with another individual.
Coming out of long term relationships, you and I both felt torn, as if we would never experience a love like that again. But we did. Actually, we have found something better: a blossoming partnership that has exceeded both of our expectations. In such a short time, we have found the perfect balance between friends and lovers.
The reassurance we provide each other daily is one of the greatest things about our relationship.
I believe in the notion of being the bigger person, but that comes to a halt when I have given you one too many chances. Why hold a grudge on something that is completely insignificant? That’s why I always apologize first, that’s why I always let go of the problem before you do.
But no, I’m done with that. Every time I allow myself to be nice to you, I’m setting myself up for disappointment because you’re stubborn and love to make people feel bad.
A friendship is a two-way effort, and I’m not going to respect you if you don’t respect me. I have tried that with you too many times. Respect is given when it is earned.
Of course I think about the independence I’ll have when I’m eighteen. There are even some instances where I’ll count the days until my eighteenth birthday. It will give me a chance to get away from things when I need to. But when I really think about it, I realize that even though I’ll have my freedom, my siblings will still have to put up with the constant moving of houses (because my parents are divorced). They’re youngins, so it’ll be a while before they turn eighteen. All I can really do is pray that things will be okay for them and that they come out of it with as strong of a mindset as I did.
Weddings are one of the most beautiful things. By the grace of God, a man and woman come together because they love each other.. hmm, I wonder what my wedding will be like when I’m older. I’ve always envisioned my “perfect wedding,” and as much as my boyfriend would love to give me the fairytale wedding I want, I’ve learned that it shouldn’t be about how much money you shell out for the occasion. Instead, as long as you are surrounded by your loved ones and are marrying someone you know who loves you for who you are, it’ll be worthwhile. Of course, the princess dress and pretty flowers are a plus too (;
If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m a very sarcastic person who cracks jokes and says, “I’m just kidding!” more often than not. If you cannot take a joke, we are not going to get along. That is out of complete honesty. Don’t take things up the butt all the time; if I say something and it offends you, I’ll say I’m sorry, but after that, move on from it. It’s over, I apologized, you can’t take a joke, whatever. When I joke, I’m not tryna target you, I’m not tryna demean you, I am simply just saying something because I’m a sarcastic person—that’s who I am. It’s one thing if you can’t take a joke, but it’s another thing if you have double standards. For example, if you say something that’s offensive or rude to me (but I’m able to laugh it off), don’t get all butthurt if I joke around with you and you take it the wrong way. I’m not going to stop being who I am just because you can’t take a joke.
I’m doing my crapload of homework right now and slowly I’m starting to realize how close the future is. I’m in my junior year of high school. Next year I’ll be a senior, applying for colleges, and setting myself up for what is “the real world.” The future scares me, quite honestly. Who will still be there when we separate to go off to college? What opportunities will I take and which ones will I leave behind? And the biggest one of all: what’s in store for me? I’m praying and hoping for the best. There was a time in my life where I wanted this time to come, but now that it’s knocking, I’m hesitant to open the door.