When CJ & I went to UPLB last Thursday, she introduced me to these two dairy products. :D 

Now I feel like I’ll be frequenting the Philippine Carabao Center during the school days. Hahahaha.

• Me: hey. There's the fertility tree. Let's go there.
• Johan: Isn't that the place where couples make out?
• Me: Let's see.
• *walks over and sees a couple*
• Me: On second thought.
• Johan: Let's go somewhere else.
• Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Someone I know relays their mind-sweeping, heart-palpitating, life-inspiring love story again.

Last time, it was my long-lost friend. We were at UPLB, sitting among the benches of Freedom Park. There, she told me about this guy who’s a head taller than she is; owns a car; very cute; and loves her for who she is. I cant’count the number of times I squealed and gave her a playful shove.

And then just a moment ago, my cousin told me the truth about this “Red” (nickname) guy. I treated her Slurpee and we kind of just hang-around 7Eleven while she told me their trip to Tagayaty, the flowers on Valentines day, the long talks and car rides...how she was falling in love with him and yet she was in a relationship and the guy was in a relationship too. Like why can’t you two be together? :|

I listened to each of them—saw the sparkle in their eyes, the blush on their cheeks and the easy smile on their lips.

I couldn’t help wishing…hoping…that someday I will look in the mirror and see those things too. :< 

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Today, I want to try something different. I’ve been reading some blogs here in tumblr and I found out that some longs posts written in English are not so bad after all. I know that whenever you see a very long post (like what this one is going to be) you tend to scroll down and check out other stuffs on your dash. I do that too. More often that I should not. Either way, chill. I just want to share something about my day. :)

We had a practice for our cotillion for the Grad Ball. I was one of those chosen pairs from each section and no, I’m not good at dancing. They just chose us in random. -.-” Anyway, it was really really fun. I hate dancing in general but waltz and HSM3’s One in a Million will make you feel like you’re dancing in Cloud9. It was the first time in the whole week that I felt excited about our Graduation ball.

Later in the Afternoon, my Dad and I went on a roadtrip+foodtrip+UPLB trip. It was AWESOME. I LOVE ME DAD. Set aside the fact that I got my looks from him. (HA-HA) And oh yeah. UPLB IS FREAKIN BIG AND BEAUTIFUL. I saw the students, the buildings and landmarks. 

My thoughts were: JUNE 13. Wait for me.

I even began listing the types of clothing I would buy. Like OMFG, finally I’m free from the school uniform and strict rules of High School. (Don’t get me wrong thought, I <3 High School too.)

So. Yeah. This doesn’t seem as long as I thought it would be. Oh well. Tumblr is a blogging site. And “BLOGGING” doesn’t necessarily mean “posting a bunch of pictures and quotes”. It means sharing events, pictures and anecdotes of your life. 

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But I passed my first-choice school and first choice course from UP. o.O

like WTF??????

Oh well. Epic day. >:DDDD

My dream school. Please. Please let me get a good score in the UPCAT. Please God. Please. I desire this school the same way Blair Waldorf desires Yale. :bd Now that’s saying something. :))

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