Boredom Strikes

Officially, it's semBREAK but here we are burdened with our thesis without knowing if we could have our defense on the date that we chose. As a matter of fact, I assume that all of our batchmates are having the agony of seeing other people savor their few vacation weeks while we, the sufferer, are totally sedated by tremendous text-filled coupon bonds with lots of notes from our advisers. Well, this is the hardest part of being graduating... TOTAL SUFFERING.

On the lighter side, I have just talked to my hunnie and as a matter of fact, we have just ended our conversation. It's really uplifting when he calls me up, I mean the mere fact that he consumes his energy just to dial our phone number and spending his precious minutes talking to me is something. I suppose that even if you're having a bad day, as terrible as you could imagine, and then there he comes with that cute smile on his lips, it's as if everything has turned upside down. Hay, maybe i'm just too inlove that i'm saying crazy things. Till here, gotta go!

Tribute to Timy

this post was originally from friendster but i want to transfer it here.. so here it goes again..

I just realized how much I loved Timy, I mean, we both know that we are totally different but it does not serve as a hindrance for us to keep loving each other. I found it amusing to be listening to his stories and I just love the way he strokes his hair and his stares, his long stares that tells me that he is serious. Hai Timy. I love the way he utters "beh" and at the end, he would say "padangatun taka". I love the way he texts me with those cute smileys Ü and at the end, the everlasting "whab u pow". I love the way he slips his hands thru mine and from then, I could feel that I'm safe because he's there. I love the way he laughs at my jokes and how he tickles my underarm just to make me laugh whenever I find his jokes corny. I love the way he writes my name, the way he doodles it even if sometimes, I can't read his handwriting but still a heart figure is visible in it. I love the way he sings me a song and how he pretends that he's CHAMPOI trying to please me. I love the way he utters the word "r" which makes me want to tell him, will you say this for me "riwariw na nagdugton sa ragiwdiw" (thank u bem for teaching me that). I love the way he apologizes for the mistakes that he has done and for those cute sniffing emoticons x_x - T_T. I love the way when he says that I'm his wife with a proud look on his face. I love the way he eats his food like there's always something yummy in every plate. I love the way he strokes my back and feeling sleepy afterwards. I love it when he calls every night and before putting down the phone, would always demand for a kiss. I love it whenever he would text me as soon as he wakes up in the morning with the usual "ei be, gudmrning.Ü kkgcng ko lng po.Ü whab u pow.Ü". I love the way he teaches me to play new online games, me, feeling ignorant, while he patiently tells me what to do. I love it whenever he would encourage me never to give up because i could do it, simply because he believes in me more than I believe in myself. I love the way he walks while wearing that poring star shirt. I love the way he laugh as if there's more jokes to come. I love his interest in books. I love the he looks at me and says how beautiful I am.. (hehe.. vain!). I love how he appreciates every little thing like a kid being given a dozen lollipops. I love the way he gets mad because I can never tell if he's really mad. I love the way he gives me a bear hug. I love it when he calls me his Miaka, and he, my Timyhome. I love the way he holds me when I cry. I love it when he strokes my hair and asks "tin, anong shampoo mo?". I love his verbal expressions whenever he's jealous although he doesn't admit that he is. I love how he defends himself whenever we have an argument. I love it when he says that I should trust me him because I love him. I love the way he holds my hand whenever we're walking down the street or the campus and simply tells everyone that we meet "asawa ko 'to". I love the way he grasps my hand as if if he let go of my hand, I'll be lost like a child separated from his father in a big mall. I love it when he holds my hand and say "dito ka nga,baka mawala ka sakin...". I love the way he munches my food when I get my stomach full. I love the way he acts like a dog and pretending to sniff me. I love it when he surprisingly gives me a sweet message on friendster just to tell me how much he loves me. I love the way he poses right in front of the camera like he's a candidate of pretty boy. I love the way he pouts his lips and would beggingly ask for a kiss. I love how he admires those cute doll shoes that makes me think if there are doll shoes for men (?!?). I love the way he says "nice ass!" or "hey sexy!" with the bloating-fish look on his face. I love how he screams at cockroaches and argues that he is tiny and a cockroach is a giant and eventually throws the question back to me changing th subject into a spider. I love that look on his face when I tell him "hun, reminisce tau?" and would immediately reply "alin dun be?", scared of what I would want to recall. I love it when he falls asleep just because I was playing with his hair or ear. I love that look on his face whenever he sees adobo on the table. I love the way he nibbles my fries but in the end would try to say "kain lang be ha? para sa'yo yan." I love the sound of his voice whenever I tell him that someone did something bad to me with the matching tag line "GAGO YUN AH!". I love his twinkling eyes whenever I would visit him in his room surprisingly.

there are more reasons why i love you but i can't simply count them,i could just recall them, those happy moments when i'm with you. i guess i'm so much in love with you. thank you hun for making me this happy. i'm sorry too for my kaartehan, i'm a girl hun,remember. thank you for accepting me for who i am. despite my imperfections and differences, you still choose to love me. thank you. I LOVE YOU!

Drowning

Alright.. I have a new blog site. Tnx to deejay ^_^ . It turns out that there are better places to throw your favorable as well as the unwanted experiences in which few people would really care to click that url link to direct them to your realm. What a relief! Yes, I have to admit that there are few people whom I don't want to be bothered by their unremarkable and destructive comments. It's not that I hate being criticized but please, if you want to say something, make it more "fruitful" in a sense that it'll both help me and you as well. So, if you have nothing to say, I mean something constructive, just shup up ok?!

Hmm.. I'm being sarcastic again. Hehe.. sorry but that's one thing that I love when I blog, I get to say what i want, these are all genuine baby, everything I say here, I write here is all true, believe me, I can be me when I write. Well, so far so good for my first post. Now, I can swim over the edge, this blogspot saved me from drowning.. till next time!