• Me: *sleeping
• Dad: Baby? Baby?
• Me: *woke up looking irritated.
• Dad: Love mo ba si Daddy?
• Me: *smiles proudly
• ....
• Dad: Baby, alam mo ba ang ibang mga lalaki may 6pack.
• Me: Uhuh.
• Dad: Ako may one whole pack!
• ....
• Me: Dad, pwede ba kami pumunta ni Jana sa Barrington, Congressional?
• Dad: What time? May lamok ba doon? Magdala ka ng Baygon or Off Lotion.
• Me: Wala, kaloka kainan dun! ndi Forest!
• ...
• Phone Call
• Dad: Hello Baby, asan ka?
• Me: Bahay.
• Dad: 'di na kayo umalis?
• Me: Pinagbawalan m'ko diba?
• ...
• Phone Call pt 2.
• Me: *ako yung tumatawag*
• Dad: Hello baby, you're the best in the world. Ba't ka tumawag?
• ...
• I'll never get tired of this. Halata ba na Daddy's girl ako? : '>

I was sleeping and then my Dad woke me up.

• Dad: Baby? Baby?
• Me: *wakes up then rose my right eyebrow with irritation
• Dad: Love mo si Daddy? (Do you love your Dad?)
• Me: *smiles :”“”“)

I just have the most annoying yet extremely humorous and sweet Dad. 

No wonder I’m up this early.

I warn you. You might find this post rather boring if you continue reading this. 

I am giving you the permission to skip this one and continue on with whatever it is that people like you do. I won’t mind, really. And don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!!

I had this dream.. It was so vivid but I choose not to spill every detail that I can remember.

I dreamt of having the sweetest boyfriend, ever. 

What happened was.. we were at this Pool Party, considering that it was a hot summer day so people were abundant and wild. Drinks were being served, dirty clothes are thrown everywhere. And then this guy (to be specific with his appearance, he’s Beau Mirchoff from MTV’s Awkward Series) came to me and placed his arms over mine like he was back-hugging me. Who am I kidding? He was hugging me!

And in the distance, over the pool, was a girl (who was giving me the look). My intuition told me that she has a thing for the guy who was hugging me. I couldn’t remember what happened next but the next thing I knew, the girl was bullying me.

I can’t remember how she did it. We weren’t acting like kids fighting, but it was a rough fight. The guy, who hugged me, was no where in sight so from that moment I know I was facing the fight alone against this girl who I barely knew and her group of friends.

I came out defeated. Hello! One against…3? 5?

And suddenly, the guy (who hugged me) came out with a towel over his shoulder and it was obvious that he was looking for someone, then finally his eyes landed on me. From the looks that he gave, I dare say I’m injured? He was like, “What happened to you?!” And then he looked at the girl (who gave me the look) furiously.

If I’m not mistaken this was how the conversation went:

The guy: What the hell did you do to my girlfriend?!

The girl: What?! She attacked me fist!

Me: I did not!

The guy (to the girl): I don’t want to see your face. Get outta here! (and it was like he was gonna push her out)

Me: Mazi don’t! (so that was his name!!!)

*he wasn’t listening*

Me: Mazi! Don’t! Let’s just go, please? 

Mazi: Okayy, fine. Let’s go home. *and then he covered me with the towel, helped me up and said: You okay? You look.. bummed.

Me: Just a bit dizzy..

Mazi: Let me get your bag, I’ll take you home.

When he took me home, it was later on that I found out that he and I were neighbors. And that our room windows were facing each other which gives us the advantage to talk every night! No wonder we were together. 

My dad knew him, because when we got home he talked to my Dad like they were best of friends. And they were laughing, like really laughing which was weird because Dad barely laughs. 

Later that night, Mazi bid me goodnight with a kiss on my forehead. He apologized for what had happened that day, he didn’t know what was gonna happen when he left me (to get a towel), then he said, “I’ll take you out tomorrow. This time on a proper date, okay? Good night.”

- The End of PART 1 - (that’s not even the half of it)

** I CAN’T EVEN!! sjnfdfmkdngjdgnkgmegnwjurhjngfwefghnfaaa!!!

I’m sorry, I told you this post is boring. I don’t even know why I still find this dream really amazing. Or why I even said that “I dreamt of having the sweetest boyfriend, ever.” When in fact what he did is what any normal boyfriends would do. HA HA HA

I am hopeless.

I suck.

You wanna earn my heart?

Call me in the middle of the night just to tell me that it’s already past my bed time. And if I refuse to sleep (in which I will) and said NO, sing me to sleep. Don’t ask me anything else. You don’t have to let me talk you out of it. Shut me up if you have to.

Just do it.

Lullaby -whatever. Just sing me to sleep, don’t stop ‘til you’re sure I’ve slept a wink. 

Then call me in the morning just to make sure I had a good rest, no bad dreams, no nightmares (because I usually have one).

That’s a way into a girl’s heart. 

Ever decided to hate someone by just looking at them? I’ve never been as judgmental as this. This is baaaaaaaaaaaaad.

Sorry if I have been neglecting you, Tumblr.

I’ve been spending my time out of the house; going over a friend’s house, running errands, passing requirements, going to the hospital over and over again (3 times in a week to be exact) and spending ‘quality’ time with my family. :)

But at least I’m back, right?

So here’s my Summer Plan this April - May 2011:

• BE YOUNG WILD AND FREE BABEH!!!!!

Must close eyes now.. GOOD NIGHT

One of the requirements needed for our clearance in our English subject was to make a Graduation Speech. Our English teacher, T. Divine, did this for us to have an opportunity to speak our hearts out now that we are finally leaving the school campus.

Graduating, to be specific.

On the day we were asked to submit our Essay/Speech, she asked for 10 volunteers  to read the Speech that we have written in front of the class.

I was the third one to recite, and this is what I’d written.

“LEGACY”

“Four years ago we stepped into high school as individuals seeking to do well, to find where we fit in, to discover our talents, to find our best friend and most especially to know who we really are. We had our lockers for the first time, wrote our class schedule, introduced ourselves to new people, had a crush list, but mainly we thought about how great it was to finally be in high school.

Four years ago, we couldn’t wait to get older.

Three years ago we stepped into high school believing that we own the place, why? Because we’re no longer the lowly freshman. We had a new attitude, probably a new haircut too, but we’re still searching for who we really are, our identities, rather. We are still trying to fit in, wanting to achieve something, be good at something. We followed our daily routines, broke some rules, rebelled to our teachers, expanded our circle of friends, talked about parties and hanging out on a school night.

Three years ago, we couldn’t wait to get older.

Two years ago we became the Juniors. We began to realize that time is flying by too fast, we are growing up. Two years ago we realized who our true friends were and cherished every moment we had with them. We finally found where we fit in, who to trust and what talent we posses. We started talking about college, what course we would take, what school, thinking that it was still far away. We had our Junior/Senior prom, cheered at our hardest during Intramural’s, danced our hearts out for the Field Demonstration, and realizing that time really does fly.

But two years ago, we still couldn’t wait to get older.

One year ago, we entered our designated rooms as Seniors. Everything that we did was our last, last dance, last game, last birthday at school, last -everything. One year ago, we took our time for granted. We went “party” after “party”, we rebelled more, and learned more. We started applying for College, preparing to be rejected but hoping to get accepted. We found exactly where we wanted to go after graduating, well.. for some at the least.

Now we realized that we could have waited to get older. We realize that time has somehow slipped away and soon we will be saying our goodbyes, maybe for a short time. Maybe even forever. And right now might be our last time to sit together, and be called as The Class of 2012, Legacy. On the brighter side, we might actually be happy because we are finally starting over with our new lives, but yea.. we are going to be sad about it because we’re going to leave something behind, a memory we all don’t want to fade, an emotion we all want to feel. But hey, we are living a Legacy right? So therefore we are going to leave a legacy here.”

Imagine that…..

I have had mixed feelings about this whole graduation thingy going on. Yes, I’ll miss school. I’ll miss some teachers, the canteen, the events, and most especially my friends, HI TROPA AND AI!

But right now, all that I can think of is that..

I CANNOT wait any longer. :)

All those crap I’ve been through. All those situations I had to go through, good or bad. All those times I’ve spent late just to find the right answer to an irrelevant homework. All those times I have procrastinated. All those times I got pissed. All those times I shed a tear. All those times I laughed my azz off and smiled at my hardest. All those time I’ve gone wild.

Paid off.

Tomorrow, I will march my way out of the school. With no regrets. Yup, NO regrets (even if I’ve had tons before).

CONGRATULATIONS BATCH LEGACY OF SCHOOL YEAR 2011-2012!!

I really hate you, “Kuya” :)