Life is all about taking chances, and I'm still talking about the essay-writing contest. Should I join? Honestly, I really want to join, not because of the money but because I really want to know if I'm a horrible writer or not. Don't even ask my friends cause they all think I'm so ambisyosa. They don't have any confidence in me, but i don't mind. Sanay na ako.

People usually don't trust me. They all think that I don't know anything. And the them includes my family and my friends.

Really, I'm getting tired of this. It's so unfair. People never seemed to care about me. And it sucks totally.

And about the prince charming issue? I've long ago stopped dreaming that one day my prince charming would come and sweep me off my feet. Lol, got that one from a book I've read.

Honestly, I'm getting tired too of falling inlove. Tired of all the tears, unreturned love, of being heartbroken. Shit. Pure shit.

Let's change the topic? Shall we?

I only have 1 class today and that's Filipino 1. So boring, I practically slept through out the whole period. Lol.

Acquaintance Party, sheesh. I'm not a party animal or whatsoever so I'm not a lil bit excited. And how many times did I mentioned that already? Lol

Lots of laughters to keep me going today. :]

Acquaintance party is tomorrow but I'm not a bit excited. I'm BORED. Haha. I'm thinking of joining the essay-writing contest sponsored by the School Paper. I don't know if I'm going to win, but I'm not expecting either. I just want to try, just like what Ginger's mother used to say "What's life without taking chances?" Uh huh, she has a point.
Anyway, I'm still crazy over Falling Away. Lol, And I can't seemed to get enough of it.

Got nothing more to say. I'm not in the effin mood lol.

Can you help me choose a topic? The deadline's this coming July 14 (I guess).

To stereotype or not to stereotype?Hmm.. would that be a good title? Oh darn, help.

"He's the sweetest drug" 'tis true. Hahaha.

Why am I not pretty? I know some of us frequently ask ourselves the same question. And when we ask our parents they'll usually say "Your not pretty, they are just insecure of you. Nevermind them, just look at the mirror and judge for yourself". Yeah right.

Ever since I could remember, I was always fat. Kids from my neighborhood used to tease me "Pig!". It's the same at school too, but I never really minded it. But I do admit, it was quite depressing at the start and I used to blame my parents for overfeeding me. But everything changed when I first discovered my love for books.

I was in 2nd grade that time, it was after lunch and I was at our balcony fixing my shoes. My friend's sister approached me and began to brag about a book she had read entitled "Sweet Valley Kids: Steven's Big Crush". Because I had nothing to do during the weekends, I borrowed it from her. And that was the beginning of sleepless nights trying to finish reading a book.

Books became my constant companion, books can't tease me nor hurt me physically. Reading became my life; Sweet Valley, Goosebumps, American Girl's Collection, Nancy Drew. It was simply overwhelming. Whenever I read a book, I began to forget that I'm Fat Alona and I started to dream that I was the heroine. With books, I used my imagination and traveled to different places and met different people. But because I was born poor, I would just usually borrow one from the nearby libraries.

After class I would rush to the library and, as usual, find it deserted. But I didn't mind, I actually loved it. Sunlight would peek behind the curtains as I searched the bookshelves for something good to read. After I decided on one, I would sit at the couch or slumped at the floor between the bookshelves. But I usually bring books home from the library, and spend my weekends reading a good book.

All throughout the years books as well as music became my bestfriend. They were the ones who comforted me during those depressing times. First heartbreak, failed exams, being betrayed by friends, peer pressure and the different problems that comes along with teenage life.

Up to now, reading still gives me comfort. It still and sure will forever.

Am I not worth every fall?

Monday,whew school sucks. Hahaha, Acquaintance Party is just around the corner, am I excited? IDK. Lol, I'm not making any sense. Anyway, I just love Miguel Escueta's song, Falling Away. I wanna dedicate it to.. sshhh. I'm not gonna tell, hahaha. Anyway, I love that song so much that I kept on playing it over and over again, lol.

Am I not worth every fall?Maybe. :[

I'm not feeling good lately. First, I learned that R's gf is really pregnant and that they're actually living together now. I'm not a lil bit interested in school and I'm afraid I'm falling again for B.

I thought I was over him, is love really like this?I did everything yet everything wasn't enough.
I hate his girlfriend, no I AM NOT INSECURE OF HER.She's a nobody okay?Quit it. I just hate it when she pretends that i'm insecure of her. Me? Insecure? I have good grades in school, I don't get drunk every now and then, I'm not a show off and i have manners. While her, she doesn't like going to school nor find a work. Loves to party and gets drunk every now and then.

Just because some people find you pretty doesn't mean that I'm insecure of you, grow up. I don't care about you, so quit bothering me. I'm not the one who texted your bf first.

Oh yea, I know I'm ugly and fat. And what did you say?That your effin bf won't desire me ever? Uh huh, that's your opinion.

Hell, just grow up okay? And yeah, tell your boyfriend he's a badddd kisser.. mmkay?

Oh,I sure wish I could smack that right at her face. That'd be soooo fun :]]

Lol, I sound bitter. Hahaha, I wish she could read this.

Oh yeah, i made out with your effin boyfriend thrice.

In your face bitch.

Sunday Evening

Harhar, kainis tlga pg sunday. Hmp, balik-aral n ulit bukas. Quiz sa Literature, report sa Natsci, maawa po kau sa akin. Hahaha, I'm going crazy.

What did i do today?Hmm... well, I woke up late cause I slept late last night. Had breakfast, answered my homeworks, watched tv, had lunch, watched CSI (i love CSI) then naligo. Rawr, i didn't attend mass, how cruel of me. Pagkatapos ng OL then i made a new blog.

Hahay, the world is so unfair. How come some people get all the best things? Nagsasayang ng pera sa walang kwentang bagay, tsk tsk. Tapos ang ibang tao halos wala ng makain, minsan nga pg nsa labas aq tapos may nakikita akong mga batang naghahalungkat sa basurahan parang pinipiga ang puso ko. Yea, kidding aside I don't have a heart of steel, unlike what others say. I cry easily nga eh.

Anyway, am I a horrible writer? I think so. People don't appreciate my poems or my stories. I'm not expecting them to go crazy over my writings, but i just wished they weren't so cruel. Some kids think I'm crazy just because I read tons of thick books and write poems and stories.

Well, I'm sorry if I'm not pretty. I'm sorry if I'm not vain. I'm sorry if I don't live up to your expectations. I'm sorry for disappointing you. This is what I am. If I would change myself just to please you, I won't be Alona anymore.

Err, drama lol. Oh well, That's all for today. I'm gonna watch David Blaine pa.

Taralets Bagets!Woot :]]