PE CLASS NEVER EVER

Sobs. PE has always been part of my life since the first day I attended school. Now it comes to an end, and would never have another again of those fun times and tiring moments.

On this last day, we were matched against another section where players were selected out of those who play best. Boys along with girls, it is a best of threes game.

Unfortunately, we didn't win the match. But atleast they tried their best and everyone had fun. screams

Go mga beh love you!!!! 

To all teachers and classmates I had, THANK YOU!!!!

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I am 18

(cr. carla)

It happened. I am 18.

There are so much people and blessings to thank for making my day a super fun fun fun one. I celebrated, not once, but twice with my favorite people.
I didn't cry. I only cry if I'm sad and maybe my tears were all pulled back up to the bottom of toes. I was so happy to be with my family, friends, and more friends. I felt loved and cared by the people whom I expect the most. They were really sneaky on doing stuff like this, they surprised me and did things which I do not usually like. It turns out, it was more fun and I didn't feel uneasy a moment back.

I have numbered friends, I love all of them and they are special. They made me celebrate my birthday two days, and that was the best days of my life. The presence and their presents is what made my happy. Thank you guys! (Liga & PBB <3 p="">
I'm 18. I'm partly excited and partly scared. Help.

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Bye Seventeen

Here's to my last hours of being minor and tomorrow and days after, I'll be turning eighteen. Things will be different. I will be in legal age whereby I should become more independent and responsible on every step I make.

I am quite sad thinking the fact that I am not a kid anymore, or maybe I'm still. I will be missing the fun and childish stuffs that I do and all those cheesy lines and talks of being a kid. The bright side is, I am now ready to face challenges of the reality, unlike before. I should now be foreseeing what comes after the other situations I might encounter. It won't be easy, but I know I can.

I am so much thankful for my family and friends for all the support and for holding me to grow to become of what I am now. Few more hours it will turn my life to be more dangerous and adventurous, more obstacles and enemies. I know am.

Being seventeen has been my favorite period of my life. It's like I am in between 'teen' and 'adult' Hahahaha!
The drama stops here, and I'm looking forward what will happen tomorrow and my future.

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Baguio 2014

October 29, 2014 - October 31, 2014

Time to catch up about things, and update my profile. I've been away and too lazy to brag something in here until now.

Just before the semester break come to its end, I was surprisingly dragged by my titas to Baguio. It had been years since the last time I'm in Baguio City that so much has already changed yet it had preserved its beauty and nature.

A four-hours drive from Wednesday afternoon until we got her ten in the evening and next in the morning we got the whole Thursday to roam around the City.

Our first stop is Camp John Hay to have some breakfast.

The Mines View Park

Good Shepherd Convent

We passed by here to buy some goods and pasalubongs and got a chance to take pictures around.

The Wright Park
(Cess skip this part, please)

The Burnham Park

We spend the whole afternoon wander here, my titas went for flowers and us kids got to stroll and play throughout the park.

Back to Camp John Hay for some fashion finds. Hihihihi.

And then our dinner. Up until now I am surprised how I finished a handful size burger and it had me think that I am really tired.

Next morning we had to go down so we could get home right in time to arrange the flowers for Lolo. Turned out on the way home, I threw up five times and it made me feel soooo sick sinking in that it was a four to five hours drive. I guess I just missed my bed, or not. Hahahahaha!

Tired and sick, the whole trip was super fun! I hope it will happen again soon!

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Kristin @ 18

Kristin @ 18 that nobody thought this would happen...

I got one of these hehehehe. 18 Sunflowers!

High School friends! 

Here's to the only Kristin without an 'e' I know. Stay pretty and classy! Keep smiling!

Serena & Blair

Tonight is full of fun and chats with high school friends. I just can't believe that after graduation (two years ago, really) we are all present in one place at the same time for more than an hour. I miss them so much. My first time to see Marion wear a dress (I think???) is a big boom to us. Grasping to the fact, one by one is getting to the legal age and a means that we are getting older. =(

By the way, I do not what had happened to my face and it made me look like drunk but I actually do not care because in here we are one again.

 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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Day Out

Another lazy day out with half of the Liga today. Another (half)day full of stories shared from each one of us. Though it is hard for us to find right time to meet and hang out because of our not-matching-school-schedules. One more thing is we are in different schools, though Cess and I are same, yet we do not have the same sched. 

Basically, I'm trying to be a fashion guru so I made a Starbucks armcandy. Kbye.

And just like that, we still try to contact each other and have all day laughs and food trips.

Friends are those people who sticks with you forever at any point in life. Never trash them, Never leave them and consider them as your assets.

LIGA ♡

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Great Sadness

For the past months I've been feeling so down, when I come to think of it why, I can't point out a reasonable excuse. And then later today out of oblivion I burst out crying. I was like, "why sudden cry?". I realized I've been piling these bad thoughts from home, stress from school and the feeling of being isolated. I also find myself acting strange a while back, not caring about things, not talking to anyone much and such. I was distracting myself, watching series on my computer yet I knew these were just temporary. It may seem weird but after I cried there was a part I felt relieved yet there's still left inside me. I hate myself because I cried., I hate it because I'm weak. Crying for me is a pathetic move. If I talk to someone right now, I'm afraid I might cry again. I never do such cheesy things because I hate to see myself being emotional. I live my life to be happy and yet I can't always be happy the way I want because this is reality. 

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