tugsh! welcome. :)

Good bye 2009! Hello 2010! :))

2009-12-31T19:58:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Its 2010 na! um, ano kaya mangyayari sa 2010 ko? Sana wala na masyadong tears
para maging happy naman ako. Maka-pagod kaya mag-iyak-iyak noo. Well, hindi natin alam kung ano ang mangyayari this year of the tiger. HAHA baka mababangis ang mga bagong pagsubok
na pag daraanan ko ngayon, pero alam ko naman di magbibigay si God ng problema na hindi
mo kaya, diba? God is Great all the Time! Choks na choks yang mga problema! Wooh!
Bring it on 2010! HAHA New year, New Life, New Tear. Sinimulan ko ang taon ng smile kaya
sana wala na masyadong problema, please? pretty please? Naging mabait naman ako last 2009
ee. Sana maging nice din po ikaw sa akin, sa amin. hiji ;)

Please be nice 2010. :)

drama of my laugh.

2009-06-12T06:25:00.000-07:00

haha. ang saya ng buhay!

sana kung pwede lang huwag
ka muna mag bigay ng problema
sakin bro. hihi. xD

Happy Mothers Day!

2009-05-10T03:43:00.000-07:00

waa. ang saya ng mothers day namin!

gumawa kami ng leche flan ni mami
kasama mga kapatid ko.

ang enjoy pla pag may activity kayo
ng mother mo noh. hehe!

i lubb my MOMMY!

SHE'S MY NO. 1 ! :D

fave.

2009-05-08T08:05:00.000-07:00

wii ..

i lubb rocky road ice cream na talaga. :))

&& you?

The Love Letter ; The Hardest Thing I Had to Say

2009-05-06T06:04:00.000-07:00

cry cry cry again. :'

It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.

I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.

All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.

Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.

I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.

Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.

One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him?

I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written.

The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another.

How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.

If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.

larb this - "If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all. "

trip.

2009-05-05T07:29:00.000-07:00

mocha shake.

waa. it's so lamig tapos uminom pa kami ng mocha shake!
OMG. i can't believe it na naubos ko un kc di naman aq mahilig
ng mocha shake eh, choco shake hilig ko. hahaha!
( ikaw, ano hilig mo na shake??)
nakakatawa lang kc habang iniinom ako i'm shivering.
eh ang lamig kaya dito, tapos ung malaking mug pa talaga
nilagyan ko, waa! pro di ko lang man naisip na mag share,
haha! masarap din pala mocha shake, pero nakaka hilo sya
infareness. haha. nag-enjoy aq , pero ..

- di na ako ulit iinom ng mocha shake.

Sad Love Story : Chris Diary

2009-05-04T06:41:00.000-07:00

ohh my gosh! this love story is
amazing. larb it!
-im crying while reading this. so
touching.

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.She said, "I miss you."I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

mga nasa isip ko.

2009-04-30T23:44:00.000-07:00

just being loquacious this time! haha.

im here right now in my room. im alone. soo boring!
lahat ng tao may ginagawa; nood tv , naglalaro, natutulog.
hahai! amboring naman. walang maka-usap. ano ba mgndang
gawin? hmm?? isip isip isip! gumawa ng layout? mg-basa ng mga tutorials?
mag-ayos kaya ng friendster?? mag-excercise kaya?? tignan ang laman ng
dicionary? mag linis ng bahay? hmf. dito nalang ako, mag-net! haha.

i really miss my dadi! waa. iiyak na ako. pero hwg! stop! hindi kna baby
(bata na ako! haha) ay anoh ba yan? para naman akong buang dito. hihi.

speaking of my dadi. alam nyo ba na hindi aq sanay humingi ng pera sknya.
as in! hindi talaga! ewan q ba? nahihiya aq sknya pg-dting sa pera2.
haha. tuwing may kailangan kc aq kay mama q dinadaan. wii. normal ba un??
bahala na. :)

*breaking my silence*

na iirita ako nagun sa mga bata dito na naglalaro. ang ingay nila! ooh my! T.T
sa totoo lang ayw q talaga sa mga bata na malilikot! hmp. ayaw q dn sa mga
baby na pala iyak. kinukurot q talaga pg may chance! ( evil pampy! bad! )
haha. pro ganun na tlg aq eh. di q na siguro un mababago. hahai.
pro gusto q nman sa mga baby na nka-smile tas tawa2, ma puti tas malinis.
waa! soo cute! :D tarap kurot2 ba. hihi. :D

are you watching jon and kate plus 8? haha. ancute2 gud.
twins + sixtoplex = 8 . waa! ang dami2 tas ang likot2 pa nila. parang naga
kabit pa talaga ung si jon. haha. dami2 na nga ng anak nia mag-kabit2 pa xa.

oh, nakaka adik ang THE HiLLS! ang ganda ng story.
palagi na ako na nonood ngaun. dati gina deadma q lang un bah,
pro ngaun gusto q na mxado. haha.

mai favorite cartoon. PHiNEAS & FERB. nakakaloka ang mga ginawa
nila. hindi sila mahuli-huli. si candies lang palagi mka kita. para na gud xa
mabuang. hihi. si ashlee tisdale ang naga boses skanya. haha. cute2 pg naga sigaw xa.

Sad story of the girl left to starve to death above a pub

2009-04-30T23:39:00.000-07:00

Tiffany Hirst had been dead for two days by the time they found her body in the squalid room above the pub.

A lack of food and water had brought on pneumonia. Her malnourished body was covered in insect bites. She had starved to death. Tiffany was three years old.

Her mother, Sabina Hirst, and stepfather, Robert Hirst, were charged with murder but this was reduced to a charge of manslaughter for the mother and "neglect" for the stepfather.

Tiffany was "unloved, unwanted and left to die alone" by her mother and stepfather who ran the pub below the wretched, beetle-infested room where she died.

Tiffany had been taken out of nursery because nobody could be bothered to take her there, or pick her up, and she had no contact with other children. People would often see her unsmiling little face looking out from the first floor window. Now she is dead.

There are plenty of great stepparents in this country who love their partner's children as if they were their own. But there are far too many kids who get left behind like Tiffany, treated as unwanted reminders of old, broken relationships, kids who get lumbered with brutes like the Hirsts.

Tiffany died more lonely than any child should ever be. Neglect? Is that what you call it?

OMG!! si pinsan. huhu!

2009-04-30T22:28:00.000-07:00

sumisigaw. tumatakbo. kinakabahan.

waa! ohh may gosshh!!

ang kamay ni kuya hanudin na bali!
ohh men! T.T di nmin alam gagawin.
na sasaktan na sya ng sobra!

pinapawisan ng malamig, nanginginig!

tick. tock. tick. tock.

tumatakbo ang oras, bilis!

ayun! buti nlang andito pa sa kabacan ang
dadi niya at di pa naka2alis. tinawagan
namin agad.

[1 min & 30 seconds]

beep! beep!

ayan na! sakay agad.

nasa hospital na sila ngaun.
thanks god! waa. shock parin aq
sa nangyari.

sana mka-recover xa agad!

Butterfly Fly

2009-04-30T00:34:00.000-07:00

You tucked me in, turned out the light

kept me safe and sound at night

Little girls depend on things like that

Brushed my teeth and combed my hair

Had to drive me everywhere

You were always there when I looked back

You had to do it all alone

Make a living, make a home

Mustv'e been as hard as it could be

And when I couldn't sleep at night

Scared things wouldn't turn out right

You would hold my hand and sing to me

Caterpillar in the tree

How you wonder who you'll be

Can't go far but you can always dream

Wish you may and wish you might

Don't you worry, hold on tight

I promise you there will come a day

Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away (Butterfly fly away)

Got your wings, now you can't stay

Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away(Butterfly fly away)

You've been waiting for this day

All along and know just what to do

Butterfly, Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly fly away

ang simula..

2009-04-29T18:48:00.000-07:00

sa wakas! na ayos ko na din! hmm, ilan oras q dn 'to pinag-isipan ah.
madali lang pla kung pag-aralan mo talaga.
(duh? lahat nman nakukuha mo pag pinag-aaralan mo eh! lols.)
blog. blog. blog. KAPOW!
di talaga ako mahilig sa mga ganito2, until one day ..
***
mellow : ano ba yan ate, palagi na lang FB at FS. wala na bang iba? nakakasawa kaya!
( biglang tumigil ang oras, nag dilim ang paligid , huminga ng malalim )
ako : pak! pak! pak! waa!! ano ba un? pinagalitan niya ba ako??
( natulala for 10 seconds )
ako : ha? iba?? mellow : oo, ibang kalingawan!
( tulala na naman )
ako : hmm?? mellow : ano ba! boring na bya mxado..
ako : hmp. edi ..
(mag-aaway na sana kami PERO biglang mai nahulog sa bubong, BLOG! )
ako : hulog ng langit.. AMEN! :D
mellow : mag blog ka! ( sabay wall out. )
ako : sabi ko nga. na unahan mu lang ako. wahaha!
END.
***
kornix! hihi. :D nyahahaha!!! kaya un, nag- BLOG na dn aq.. haha. :P

iOJD.

2009-04-27T06:15:00.000-07:00

a Masonic sponsored youth organization for girls aged 10 to 20. The organization is commonly referred to as simply Job's Daughters, and is sometimes abbreviated and referred
to as JDI (or IOJD, the original initialism). Job's daughters is focused on the Holy Bible but celebrates
and welcomes many religions and cultures. The individual chapter is called a Bethel, and each is numbered
sequentially according to when they were instituted in their jurisdiction. They usually meet at a Masonic Lodge building and when they a
re in session they refer to the meeting place as the Bethel room.

si dang? haha.

2009-04-27T02:40:00.000-07:00

pag- tahimik ; pg wala si dang sa mood, pg di nya feel mga ksma nya o
kaya wala lang talaga masabi si dang.

pag- maingay ; feel ni dang mga ksama nya! msaya si dang.

pag- suplada ; na iirita si dang sa isang bagay o tao.

pag- brutal ; pg sobrang puno sa si dang. haha. pero di nman msyado.

pag- pala away ; nag-lalambing lang si dang. lols

pag- maldita ; di nakuha ni dang gusto nya. tsk

pag- bad ; pag nagiging sobrang bait si dang, hala .

pag- tulala ; may naiisip na kasamaan. HAHA!

pag- lazy ; wala sa mood si dang e.

2009-04-27T00:54:00.000-07:00

i'm AiDAH ALLiYAH JOY M. PAHM.

also known as, PAMPY*. 16 years old. SENiOR HiGH at uls.

haha. my RAWRPii calls me BEM , shortcut fer baby.

& my friends calls me DANG. so many nicknames huh?

LASAGNA and CHiZ ROLLS captures my heart. i really lab CHiZ.

member of JOBS DAUGHTERS INT'L.

not all girls can join in that org . yeah, lucky fer me ei?

labs PURPLE & WHITE.NETSURFiNG and WATCHiNG MOViES are my favorite hobbies.

labs ENGLiSH and hates MATH , soo boring! addicted to HAiRBANDS and STUFFED TOYS.

i enjoy hanging out with my FRiENDS & FAMiLY. currently in a relationship. SO iN LAB.

[my heart] . a MUSiC LOVER.