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First day when I saw you.

Dear Blog, I'm kind of shy talking about romantic things here. But...umm. Okay, let me start. The first three years of my high school is fun because I'm with the same class/section. Same friends so I get to be very comfortable with them. Unfortunately, the final year of high school will be a challenge for me. Here's why. (Basically, this was when I am in my fourth year of high school) ;) My grades got lower because I got sick. Then I get to transfer to other class for the whole year. I was very scared to meet new friends although I know some of them already. I just don't know what to expect. First day of school, I get to seat with my friend, Raquel. She's actually a churchmate and she is the younger sister of my brother's girlfriend. I am quiet taller than her, she has a shiny long hair and fair skin. We've been together at church so basically we got along well already. On my right side is another girl named, Sherlyn. I know her already but not a cl
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Always You

Dear Blog, What I was thinking? I've been awake reading stories from Wattpad. I promise myself to restrain from watching movies and novels that are love story or whatever kind of romance it is. It reminds me of how  miserable and such a mess I am right now. I looked in the mirror. I'm kinda shocked of how I look. My gosh! I looked so old! Given the fact that I am only 18, I have grown too much pimples on my face. (I know I know,  its normal but....whatever)  My skin so oily and my hair that looks messy and tangled. I was so busy thinking that I forgot that I am so ugly already. That is how I look everyday and even at school. But I don't have time to care. Too many nights. Too much thinking. Too much crying. I don't know. I just can't sleep. Anyway, I am here right now, alone in the room. Getting a little emotional as always. I am wide awake...again and again. I checked the date today and remembered that it wa
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Independent Life

Dear Blog, When I was young (well, I'm a teen now), I've always thought of having an Independent Life . You know, deciding on my own. I've always wanted that. Well maybe because I don't experience that. But the thing is, my parents need to know all about what I'm doing. I'm already grown up and I know what is RIGHT from WRONG. Do i make any sense?? *sigh* - A
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Not a luck day.

Dear Blog, Hey, hows your day? Mine is not well. Reporting in History. OK. (its not okay). I was on my way to school then suddenly, my bottled water spilled inside my bag! Great. Not until I realized that I just put in my cellphone awhile ago (instead in my pouch which I always carry) because I was running late. Plus, my flashdrive which contain all my files. I was riding a motorcycle so I had to wait for him to drop me to fix all my things. *sigh* Fast forward, my phone wasn't working all day. FML Back to my reporting in History. Well, it went well and I answered all the question that was being asked by our old man. Not so much to say, I think I really need to rest now. I'll write again to you, don't cha worry! Love lots, - A
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Finding a new way of sharing my journey to the world :)

(My very first entry.) Dear Blog, Hi! Just call me A. Is that fine? Anyway, I am currently 16 years old as I am writing this. I'm in my first year in college and taking up Bachelor in Accountancy in one of the state universities here in the Philippines.   I was born and raised here in the Philippines. I stand around 5'3 and...hmm let's say I'm slim. I have a fair complexion. Shoulder-length hair that is very thick and wavy, slightly big and brown eyes, not-so-flat nose and not-so-Angelina-Jolie lips. Let me tell you something. Since I was kid, I always have a best friend. Her name is Diary.  I tell her everything. My first crush, first love, most embarrassing moments, the most memorable, the funny things, and the bad things. She keeps me company when I feel alone, when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm inlove and happy. Right now, Diary and I are still in-touch. But since I have found you, why not tell you a story too? I have
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