Saddest Day ever

Yesterday, the saddest day of the week. My sister hurts my feelings. I just can't accept the things she said to me. I'll just keep quiet at those moments.Tears flows down to my face the entire night. I just realized that, she's the usual sister that I have known. She's not the usual. I just cry the whole night. =(

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Let’s face it… we’ve changed. We all changed. Somewhere between summer ending and school starting, we’ve gone in our own directions. Hearts were broken, friends diminished, new love started and new people came into our lives. We no longer spend all of our time in our circle of friends, we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. We’ve changed — some for the better, some for the worse. Some of us are finding love and others are trying to let go. Even though we’ve changed, we all know that even though we’re all finding our own place in the world, that when we find out love, when we let go of a love, when the tears fall, or the happy smile spreads across our face… we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us and no matter what happens, nothing will ever change so much to the point that we’ll be friends forever.

I love how you hold me. I love how you tell me I’m beautiful. I love how you look at me funny when I say something stupid. I love how you make me happy. I love how you smile when I see you. I love how you laugh when I say something random, or stupid. I love the face you make when I snort when I laugh. I love how you ask me if I’m alright when I cant stop laughing. I love how you make me feel. I love how you tell me I look cute. I love how you like my pajamas. I love how you talk about music for hours. I love how you say sweet things to me. I love how you whisper in my ear when it’s really quiet. I love how you squeeze me so hard when I hug you. I love how I can talk to you for hours about anything, and you listen, and I listen. I love how we call each other as soon as we wake up. I love how you sound when I wake you up. I love how my dog has more sex with you than I do, just kidding. I love how you want to spend every day with me. I love how you squeeze my hand. I love how you rub my back, and kiss my neck. I love how you lay next to me, and tell me that everything’s perfect. I love how everything is perfect. I love how you see the person I really am. I love how you say we are perfect for each other. I love how you make me cry, but not because I’m upset or sad, or you hurt me, but because you made me the happiest person ever. I love how I wake up in the morning for you. I love how I anticipate seeing you. I love how you kiss me. I love how I look at the empty space in my bed, and wish you were filling it. I love how I get nervous when I see you, but feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else. I love how my parents love you. I love how you deal with my picky eating habits. I love how you worry about me, and take care of me. I love how you pay for me when we go places. I love how you insist everything will be alright, and make me feel at ease. I love how you keep me warm when I’m cold. I love how you give me weird looks at awkward moments. I love how you stop everything for me. I love how I’m important to you. I love how I make you happy. I love how you make me happy. I love how you make sure I stay in line. I love how I only want to be with you. I love how I only think about you. I love how I stop everything because I get distracted and have to call you. I love how you get jealous. I love how you are when you are with your family. I love being with your family. I love how I can see myself with you forever. I love how we talk about being together forever. I love how you think I have cute feet. I love how you tickle me. I love how you get mad when someone says something to upset me. I love everything about you.

As we grow up, we learn that the one person who wasn’t supposed to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it’s never easier the second time around. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend, and may even fall in love with them. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry cause time is passing too fast. You’ll eventually lose someone you love. Life is short, so take too many pictures, laugh way too much, kiss way too slow, cry way too hard, and love everyone.

You know you’re in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won’t laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you’re in love when you miss them before they are gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spine. When they are the only thing you can think about. You know you are in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, “I love you” and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When they are hurt just because of these tears. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you are in love when you can’t imagine living without them, and can’t figure how did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once.

Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ‘em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.
Walking through the halls of high schools is quite similar to walking through a battle field… you are never quite sure what you will find lying around the bend… everyone seems to be thinner, taller, blonder, prettier, and tanner than you… they all seem to be having the time of their lives despite the educational setting… they all seem to have the most friends and the most people to say hello to walking through the halls. Well, life isn’t what it seems. Most of those people just surround themselves with others because they are too deathly scared to be alone. They are so scared that they aren’t really friends, they just pretend… because without those people they would be nothing. They hurt just like you do. They notice the imperfections in their own faces as well even though your eyes cannot see them. They notice how the girl next to them is taller and thinner… even though you don’t. Maybe sometimes it’s what you don’t see that makes you more alike than you’ll ever know.
‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping you feel the same way for me.
I love you because I know you’re always there… there to catch me when I fall… there to listen when I need you, there when I feel alone. I love you because you understand me… you know how I feel even when I can’t say it… you know I’m not as strong as I say and still you never let me know that I’m not fooling you. I love you because you make me believe, believe that I am not worthless… believe that I can be loved, am loved, and can love others. I love you because you know, you know I feel this way but can’t say it and still you wait… letting me take my time to come to terms with the fact that I love you… would give my life up to be with you… and about all… never hurt you… lie to you… or leave you. Now I hope you understand.
A girl asked a boy if she was pretty. He said no. Then she asked him he liked her and he said no. She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever. He said no. She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away. He again said no. She had heard too much. She needed to leave. As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said “You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful. I don’t like you, I love you. I don’t want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever, and I wouldn’t cry if you walked away, I would die.


I have been thinking a lot about growing up, and all of the relationships and broken hearts we go through. I always wonder how many times I said “I love you” to someone and knew I didn’t mean it. It makes me think about all of the people that have said they love me and didn’t mean it as well, and I get really pissed off, because I hate when people lie. I mean, if they were lying to get in my pants, that is one thing, but just for the sake of dragging this heart through the mud. I don’t think anyone has ever used me for my body, and that really, really hurts. It really does. I want to be a booty call. Isn’t that what we all want out of life; to be someone’s “go to” sex slave? I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Love. Love sucks.

Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s what we like to think. But that’s not always the way it is. Sometimes there are things we just have to learn over again.

another for you

“I walk a path with my own two feet. I stand up tall, never consider defeat. The longer I walk, the more strength I gain. Obstacles I cross shall always remain. The next in line will have to cross the same. I share my initiative to those in need. All can accomplish if they are willing to succeed. My heart is bold, it gives with great compassion. I do not reconsider for a moment my action. The highest gift of all gives complete satisfaction. Walk along with me is all I ask. A thoughtless question, a tremendous task. If you are willing to spare, the gifts are endless. A simple smile can be turned into a fortress. Giving is simple, there is no awkwardness. Words can bethink the trials I have encountered. No regrets for what I have endeavored. Rewards in life are how you perceive then. Selfishness, however, I will always condemn. The beauty is a path which has no end. If I stand alone, I shall carry the weight. A thousand miles before I have ate. Unheard of is he who will follow his fears. Weakness is of those who will follow their peers. Walk along my path, my friend, before it disappears.”

for the day

Eat the damn chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles,tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you’re still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. Get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn’t usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic,relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. So at the end of the day, you’ll have no regrets, no sorrows, && no disappointments.

acceptance

It’s hard to accept, but you can’t change the past. You can’t go back and manipulate things to the way you wanted them to happen. Because life would be meaningless and boring and just not worth living. But you can change the future and that’s a beautiful thing about life. Yes, you will make mistakes. And yes, you will have bad days – but as long as you let the past go, you’ll have such a gorgeous and bright future ahead of you. Knowing that things were meant to happen. Knowing that each day you will learn something so that you keep growing to be a better person. Life is like a rope, twined in all its complexities and yet weaved into one marvelous stream that you have the chance you use something amazing from. So grab hold of it.

got to know it

I have had some people who dislike me. Us group of friends use to best of friends ever, indestructible. Than some people got involved in my one’s life, it went downhill from there. I don’t think I am blaming the people, maybe just the people who can’t control themselves. People who couldn’t control themselves ruined it. Ruined the connects, and ultimately ruined the relationships. People don’t like the truth, they can’t handle the truth. When the truth is given, people tend to dislike the person GIVING the truth. Theirs where it points to me. I am not going to beg someone to like me, or beg someone to be in my life. That might seem right at the moment, but that is so disrespectful to YOURSELF. Why would you want to make someone a priority when they make you an option? Don’t, its the biggest mistake you can make. Respect yourself, because at the end of the day, you will ALWAYS have yourself, no matter what. The story behind this is more complicated, because the ‘people’ are my family. Family is forever right? That’s what I thought. At the end of the day, this all can just make me stronger, and I believe this has made me ultimately stronger. If anyone is in my situation, take my advice. Respect yourself, don’t make any people a priority when they make you an option. They are the ones missing out on your beautiful life. I should be a therapist right?! lol! Well that rant is over. Hopefully I didn’t bore any of you guys!

got to know it

I have had some people who dislike me. Us group of friends use to best of friends ever, indestructible. Than some people got involved in my one’s life, it went downhill from there. I don’t think I am blaming the people, maybe just the people who can’t control themselves. People who couldn’t control themselves ruined it. Ruined the connects, and ultimately ruined the relationships. People don’t like the truth, they can’t handle the truth. When the truth is given, people tend to dislike the person GIVING the truth. Theirs where it points to me. I am not going to beg someone to like me, or beg someone to be in my life. That might seem right at the moment, but that is so disrespectful to YOURSELF. Why would you want to make someone a priority when they make you an option? Don’t, its the biggest mistake you can make. Respect yourself, because at the end of the day, you will ALWAYS have yourself, no matter what. The story behind this is more complicated, because the ‘people’ are my family. Family is forever right? That’s what I thought. At the end of the day, this all can just make me stronger, and I believe this has made me ultimately stronger. If anyone is in my situation, take my advice. Respect yourself, don’t make any people a priority when they make you an option. They are the ones missing out on your beautiful life. I should be a therapist right?! lol! Well that rant is over. Hopefully I didn’t bore any of you guys!

♥♥no. 1502, you surprised me!! ☺♥♥

It’s around 4:30 in the morning I was reading the newly imagehings I have read is all about bad news and what so ever, but one thing surprises me, it’s the 1502! It’s Mon Ruiz Soniega Velasquez!!! Oh my gosh! Im so happy! hehehehe! Finally he make it!

Congratulations to Mr. Mon Ruiz Soniega Velasquez!!! hehehe!!1 for passing the board exam of Mechanical Eng! so proud of you besty! ♥♥

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i find my self quiet at a moment

It's was around 5:oo in the morning I was already awake. Very early but it's ok. I enjoy quiet moments with my pillow and my blanket(my best friends. Though Im awake, still Im thinking to sleep again but I couldn't,why? maybe because it's my biological clock maybe.

In my quiet moments, lot of things popped out and start to reminisce things. i though past is always past but it's not really the matter of years but it matters on how we think and retained then on our memories.

In my quiet moments, lil notebook caught my attention, it seems like it's familiar to me. I stood up and get it, then I read it, with a great shock, it was my old scrap book during my high school days.

In my quiet moments, I was about to read my old diary.. My old one, My old me ☺
While reading it, I feel so much happiness, knowing I have true friends. The old diary contains friends messages and wishes for me for my college years.

In my quiet moments, I somehow missed them and hope that someday will all meet again.
In my quiet moments, Im just quiet! Happy knowing I have friends, I have loved ones, I have family and I have all!

Happy knowing I don't step anyone's toes.

In my quiet moments, I sleep ☺☺☺