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Looking back, It was all about cards, simple yet thoughtful words, scraggly handwriting and messy artworks. And over and over again, it's the same every single year. She would read different words and phrases but would find out that it all implies a similar idea. It's one of the hardest jobs ever, don't you think? You don't get paid, sometimes the people you serve don't give a darn sh*t about you, they even talk to you like you're a nobody and still hates you regardless of all the work you've done for them. I owe her a lot. Being me, the sensitive crybaby who sheds tears over the simplest reprimands, I easily get torn apart by words expressed in anger. I admit, there are times I would get so pissed off that I would want to die (lame, I know). It's just that there's this friggin trauma that's behind this sensitivity. And some of her imperfections can sometimes get to my nerves. Yes, she's not perfect, no one is, but she's still Supermom. After all those years of unrelenting persuasions to get her out of her smoking habits, she finally made it. She was able to defeat one of her worst enemies. No doubt, the Big Man up there did it again. She's my role model. She goes to mass every single day and still has time for her morning and evening prayers. Reminds me of my review days wherein I would also go to mass after my review. XD And there were these times she spent her birthday in a correctional facility and in PGH. Our Christmas-es are no ordinary ones. Supermom makes sure that we'd treat the less fortunate in Jollibee and once, we gave them shoesies and toysies. She raised 2 very God-fearing people without a legal partner. Because of her, I was able to memorize the Litany Of The Blessed Virgin Mary by the age of 3. I could go on and on about her heroic deeds and altruism but that would take me forever. The best part of being Supermom: she loves us.

This year, no more cards painted by tiny little hands and no more convincinghertostopsmoking because she already did. So curse the complexities of expressing my feelings for dear ol' mom. I'm going to say this the simplest way I know how... Despite your flaws,

I love you mom, sincerely, truly and unconditionally. Happy Mother's Day!<333

The other night, I had a dream. I was taking this uber hard History exam from hell. I wasn't really able to answer it... well I did, if you call guess an answer. Then last night, I had a dream again. This time, it was about me taking a Geometry test. Same thing. Hardcore rock hard and you'd prolly think of it not as an exam but a guessing game. Sheesh. School's haunting me. What's next? Trigonometry? Chemistry? Noooo.

I <3 Ricky Ullman/Raviv Ullman/Phil Diffy/Roscoe. I woke up 9 am yesterday just so that I can catch the Phil-O-Mania. My eyes were glued to the teevee from 9 am to 4 pm (Phil-O-Mania). I even felt miserable when we had to go out :c I missed Pixel Perfect. I <3 Ricky Ullman.

Junior year's over and there are a lot of things I'm going to miss:

1. Tis weird but I'm going to miss Trigonometry. Especially those moments wherein I would just stare at my test paper and wonder if I was the one who answered that exam, wondering if Neslie, my intelligent alien twin took it for me... but I guess my 4th quarter exam wouldn't be like the ones I had in the 2nd and 3rd quarter.
2. Our teachers.
3. Being THE's treasurer. *Even though almost everything I did was wrong.
4. Blue I.D.
5. Three Three - <3 you guys.




Sorry yan lang yung pics na nahalungkat ko sa phone ko.

My Promised Entry
Most of the time I hide behind myself. I am quite scared of what people might insinuate about me. I never really thought I would get to hang out with you and all. I never thought you'd be able to see what's behind that wall that blocks the real me from the me you see by your naked eye but you did, and I'm glad you did. At first, teasing was the our only way of communication and I thought that's all there's to it. Step by step, you managed to decipher the code that will eventually open up what's inside me, not the quiet, shy, docile me but the noisy, crazy, hyperactive me. Thank you for opening up the clam that hides inside of her a pearl of beauty, maybe not physically, but the beauty that enables her to realize that there are people out there that appreciates her and welcomes her for who she is. Thank you for the moments we've shared, the smiles, the hugs, everything. Thank you for listening and thank you for bringing me out of my shell. <3 you.