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every time loosen up our entwined hands,
i always squeezed back the warmth.
Yumi, TH1RT33N.
Love me, Hate me, i don't care.
I love chocolates, like seriously.
I'm inlove with a really really small boy with small hands and Chinese-eyes. He's their top 1
and i guess loving him isn't a bad thing.
The sad thing is he has a girlfriend. oh well.
I so love KIM JAEJOONG OF JYJ, i rant about him a little, no, i mean a lot! lol.
i always squeezed back the warmth.
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Yumi, TH1RT33N.
Love me, Hate me, i don't care.
I love chocolates, like seriously.
I'm inlove with a really really small boy with small hands and Chinese-eyes. He's their top 1
and i guess loving him isn't a bad thing.
The sad thing is he has a girlfriend. oh well.
I so love KIM JAEJOONG OF JYJ, i rant about him a little, no, i mean a lot! lol.
Even your voice,
Even your broad shoulders,
Even your smile
aren't mine anymore.
He is quite popular and known as a kind man. We chatted, like, every day and I don’t know where this relationship going or end.
I’m not sure if this is love, but crap, I can’t think when I see you. I don’t know why but when I look at you, my feet control my whole body and start to walk away. Far from you.
I like you but at the same time, I don’t want to see you, because you can see all the miseries that are written on my face.
You probably didn’t know why I cried in front of you and everyone else; I thought that it’s only a week of seeing you, holding of your hand, smiling and laughing, and maybe, loving you.
THANK GOD!
I'm done with my monologue and i guess it's less shitty than I've thought.
I'm also done with My Poem.
I hit 2 birds in one stone! wooooooooooooh.
well, we'll have ourlong weekend, Wednesday(Afternoon) to Sunday. Another woooooooh for that.
for today: I'm not feeling well. i don't know why. /shrugs/.
I'm depressed and yea, someone text me that i shouldn't text them anymore without specific reasons and yes, the one who text me that is the one I'm in love with.
There is no relationship and no words of love spoken throughout the night. But it hurts. It's just frustrating and confusing, I hate this feeling.
I hate myself, for feeling this way, for falling in love with someone who loves someone.
I don't know what to do and I can't help but to cry.
Why are you doing this to me? Why?
PROCRASTINATING ...AGAIN.
I have a lot of things to do and and and i don't know where or when or how to start.
This is the list of BULLSH** things to do.
Speech (Monologue) - December 6, 2011. (tuesday)
English (Poem) - December 7, 2011. (wednesday)
Math (Questionnaire) - December 5, 2011 (monday)
Values (Advent Wreath) - Dunnowhenisthesubmission.
Filipino (Dula) - December 7, 2011 (wednesday)
Computer (Web page) - December 6, 2011 (tuesday)
T.L.E (Shower stall) - Dunno.
Science (Leaves) - December 5, 2011 (monday)
The other subjects didn't give us our projects, yet, oh god, they have to forget about that.
Y IZ DIZ HAPPENIN' ON MY LYYYF??? WAE??
AND GOD, A 4TH YEAR STUDENT WILL BE THE ONE WHO'LL GRADE US, YES, INCLUDING ME.
I WANNA DIIIIIE. DIIIIIE., DIIIIIIIIE.
/laslas.
No classes yea. i'm supposed to be happy but i'm not.
Hell, i have a lot of things to do, but here i am, not moving a single muscle.
I've been practicing Hangul. God! I'm so so happy! I'm so proud. LOL.
I have to do my Speech project, which is the monologue, because of two reasons: first, the teacher is indeed very beautiful and she's one of the youngest teachers out there. But, you won't like her when she's angry and that's very last thing i want to do. I mean, she's so scary. Even though she always says that we shouldn't be afraid of her, she said she experienced the feeling we feel when she's near. can't help it though. But, this teacher is awesome, amazing and all. I owe her so much. She speaks fluently and teaches us deeper words, if you know what i mean. the second reason is: i don't want to fail her subject, i enjoy English and Elective the most (Civics is the second because i so love the professor in charge lol) so yea.
My English project isn't that hard compare to my Speech's. All i have to do is to recite the poem i made with feelings and expressions. so, i am not that nervous unlike the speech's monologue.
And yes, i'm blabbering again. lol.
Math is kind of hard but i'm certain that i can do this.
The Computer project is easy, i can cheat and cheat and cheat. yes, i'm one of those students. hehe.
I'm so so so worried about the Monologue. That's just, uggh. I'm actually nervous just talking about it.
BTW, I'm starving, starving, i want to eat something. lol
this week is a hell week.
like seriously.
teachers, we need freedom.
projects, Y U SO HIRAP?
LYK RILY HIRAP???
my groupmates didn't cooperate at all. and yes, i'm so tireeeeed. like really tireeeed,
my eyes are sore and my muscle contracts that when i do 5-meter walk, i will surely faint.
JAEJOONG HELPPPP!
Let's just say... I LOVE OLDYMEN. No, not that old you were thinking, i know, you thought, are men that are like 40 or whatever, no, not that, that's pretty disgusting, i mean, really.
When i say older men, they're like 24 or 18 or 20, okay?
Well, i have a crush on my teacher (he isn't my teacher, but he's not complaining, so.) who's like, 7 years older than me... i don't really care if he's older than me or something but he's just so cute.
He's not that type of teacher, that if you see him in the corridor, your panties are going off, maybe he is... whatever.
He's kind of cool too, he talks like any people should talk and chats with his students and not-so-students.
he talks about cool stuffs.
sadly, he have a girlfriend
and also my schoolmates have a crush on him so... that's just so saaaaaad ;(
oh well...
Friendships doesn't lasts when there is no exert of effort.
I said "Sorry", yet you didn't accept it.
Now, you're looking at me like you want me to say those words again, like you want me to regret hating you, like you want me to become friends with you again.
It's not my fault, I already ask for forgiveness and regret about things that happened.
You want to get revenge?
Your plan lasted for a day.
And i won without lifting a finger.
Now, you're guilty.
Now, you're regretting all the things you said but you couldn't form you words to make it up to me.
Say sorry and I'll forgive you.
But don't ever expect that we'll remain the same.
Even your broad shoulders,
Even your smile
aren't mine anymore.
Yayy. Update.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012 ( 6:46 AM )
It’s been months since I last updated my blog. The reason is, well, studies, practices, studies, test, oh-god-why-am-i-the-secretary papers.
I joined one of the school’s activities, and yea, it involves singing.
Hectic Schedules plus Exams plus Practice equals Totally Worth It <3
No regrets and all, definitely because I made new friends. Unfortunately, most of them are graduating students which also means, I’ll never get to see them next year, that’s just so sad.
So yea, I finally moved on and currently in love slash has crush slash i-don’t-know-what-I’m-feeling.
The situation also made me realized that... All of my crushes are graduating students. And yea, that’s just so sad. Lol.
He is quite popular and known as a kind man. We chatted, like, every day and I don’t know where this relationship going or end.
I’m not sure if this is love, but crap, I can’t think when I see you. I don’t know why but when I look at you, my feet control my whole body and start to walk away. Far from you.
I like you but at the same time, I don’t want to see you, because you can see all the miseries that are written on my face.
You probably didn’t know why I cried in front of you and everyone else; I thought that it’s only a week of seeing you, holding of your hand, smiling and laughing, and maybe, loving you.
Oh god, I’m such a drama actress.
Oh nuttela, just come here and love me. now. please.
Labels: #depressed mode, #rants, #weekdays
relief and sighs.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011 ( 1:15 AM )
THANK GOD!
I'm done with my monologue and i guess it's less shitty than I've thought.
I'm also done with My Poem.
I hit 2 birds in one stone! wooooooooooooh.
well, we'll have our
for today: I'm not feeling well. i don't know why. /shrugs/.
I'm depressed and yea, someone text me that i shouldn't text them anymore without specific reasons and yes, the one who text me that is the one I'm in love with.
There is no relationship and no words of love spoken throughout the night. But it hurts. It's just frustrating and confusing, I hate this feeling.
I hate myself, for feeling this way, for falling in love with someone who loves someone.
I don't know what to do and I can't help but to cry.
Why are you doing this to me? Why?
Labels: #broke, #depressed mode, #rants, #weekdays
procrastinating.
Friday, December 2, 2011 ( 12:12 AM )
PROCRASTINATING ...AGAIN.
I have a lot of things to do and and and i don't know where or when or how to start.
This is the list of BULLSH** things to do.
Speech (Monologue) - December 6, 2011. (tuesday)
English (Poem) - December 7, 2011. (wednesday)
Math (Questionnaire) - December 5, 2011 (monday)
Values (Advent Wreath) - Dunnowhenisthesubmission.
Filipino (Dula) - December 7, 2011 (wednesday)
Computer (Web page) - December 6, 2011 (tuesday)
T.L.E (Shower stall) - Dunno.
Science (Leaves) - December 5, 2011 (monday)
The other subjects didn't give us our projects, yet, oh god, they have to forget about that.
Y IZ DIZ HAPPENIN' ON MY LYYYF??? WAE??
AND GOD, A 4TH YEAR STUDENT WILL BE THE ONE WHO'LL GRADE US, YES, INCLUDING ME.
I WANNA DIIIIIE. DIIIIIE., DIIIIIIIIE.
/laslas.
Labels: #lol, #rants, #weekdays
it's wednesday, wednesday. uhm... there's no classes and im bored.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011 ( 2:07 AM )
No classes yea. i'm supposed to be happy but i'm not.
Hell, i have a lot of things to do, but here i am, not moving a single muscle.
I've been practicing Hangul. God! I'm so so happy! I'm so proud. LOL.
I have to do my Speech project, which is the monologue, because of two reasons: first, the teacher is indeed very beautiful and she's one of the youngest teachers out there. But, you won't like her when she's angry and that's very last thing i want to do. I mean, she's so scary. Even though she always says that we shouldn't be afraid of her, she said she experienced the feeling we feel when she's near. can't help it though. But, this teacher is awesome, amazing and all. I owe her so much. She speaks fluently and teaches us deeper words, if you know what i mean. the second reason is: i don't want to fail her subject, i enjoy English and Elective the most (Civics is the second because i so love the professor in charge lol) so yea.
My English project isn't that hard compare to my Speech's. All i have to do is to recite the poem i made with feelings and expressions. so, i am not that nervous unlike the speech's monologue.
And yes, i'm blabbering again. lol.
Math is kind of hard but i'm certain that i can do this.
The Computer project is easy, i can cheat and cheat and cheat. yes, i'm one of those students. hehe.
I'm so so so worried about the Monologue. That's just, uggh. I'm actually nervous just talking about it.
BTW, I'm starving, starving, i want to eat something. lol
tired, tired and tired
Friday, October 14, 2011 ( 12:44 AM )
this week is a hell week.
like seriously.
teachers, we need freedom.
projects, Y U SO HIRAP?
LYK RILY HIRAP???
my groupmates didn't cooperate at all. and yes, i'm so tireeeeed. like really tireeeed,
my eyes are sore and my muscle contracts that when i do 5-meter walk, i will surely faint.
JAEJOONG HELPPPP!
Labels: #rants
TEACHER, ILYKYU
Saturday, August 27, 2011 ( 9:07 PM )
Let's just say... I LOVE OLDYMEN. No, not that old you were thinking, i know, you thought, are men that are like 40 or whatever, no, not that, that's pretty disgusting, i mean, really.
When i say older men, they're like 24 or 18 or 20, okay?
Well, i have a crush on my teacher (he isn't my teacher, but he's not complaining, so.) who's like, 7 years older than me... i don't really care if he's older than me or something but he's just so cute.
He's not that type of teacher, that if you see him in the corridor, your panties are going off, maybe he is... whatever.
He's kind of cool too, he talks like any people should talk and chats with his students and not-so-students.
he talks about cool stuffs.
sadly, he have a girlfriend
and also my schoolmates have a crush on him so... that's just so saaaaaad ;(
oh well...
when i said sorry, i mean it.
Thursday, August 11, 2011 ( 4:50 AM )
Friendships doesn't lasts when there is no exert of effort.
I said "Sorry", yet you didn't accept it.
Now, you're looking at me like you want me to say those words again, like you want me to regret hating you, like you want me to become friends with you again.
It's not my fault, I already ask for forgiveness and regret about things that happened.
You want to get revenge?
Your plan lasted for a day.
And i won without lifting a finger.
Now, you're guilty.
Now, you're regretting all the things you said but you couldn't form you words to make it up to me.
Say sorry and I'll forgive you.
But don't ever expect that we'll remain the same.
Labels: #depressed mode, #goodnight, #rants
No matter how much i am close to you,
I can still feel the distance between us.
I can still feel the distance between us.
Talk to me, if you want.
say what you want to say, i won't mind.
As long as i don't destroy your future
I can't satisfy my wishes.
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