Jan 9, 2016
Right now, and for the rest of my life, I only have Jesus to boast.
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Right now, and for the rest of my life, I only have Jesus to boast.
It just drives me nuts that I’m too afraid to make small talks even to people I really want to converse with. Now I’m left with this feeling of regret about everything we could have talked about. Now I’m left with a happy wave of hello and three words: “happy new year”.
“Happy New Year to you too.” I wish I was able to say these words back.
It's way past bedtime and here I am listening to sad Korean songs which I don't really understand because I don't speak Korean at all. And no, I'm not one of those K-pop fans. Good morning and goodnight.
Yesterday our car was pulled out by the bank because we were already 5 months behind payment. It broke me to see how it affected papa. I swear he was on the verge of tears as he talked with the guys who came to get the car. I know it’s something replaceable, but I couldn’t help but be sad about it – it was the first brand new car he had, and he’s been working alot, turning days to nights just so he could pay for its monthly dues. The loss has, somehow, paralyzed my dad – he couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to work right now. He’s really stressed at the moment. And my heart aches to see him that way. And I’m crying. And praying. And crying out to God for comfort, strength and reassurance that everything works out for good. And I’m still hoping that this year, papa will get the breakthrough he deserves. And I’m still thankful for yesterday, and today because, well, God is just oh so good to grant me the best biological father ever.
005. Fifty Shades Paler
So I’m working on tons of paperworks and research for days now. Been losing much needed sleep. And I’m really struggling with my topic (don’t ask!), and the language I’m using (which shouldn’t be a problem because hello I should know Filipino as it’s our official language but for some reasons, I am finding it hard to translate Eng to Fil. ANG HIRAP!!) I don’t know about our professor but I doubt he’ll be able to read all our works in time for the submission of grades. Well he’ll only be reading 300 different short stories, poems, essays, reaction papers, book reviews and research proposals in a span of two weeks so I say good luck to him (not that I believe in luck) and also to me because everything's due on Tuesday. 💔
So my not-so-little brother said he bought pizza and I was like, "Where is it?" Then he said he actually bought it for his crush. He asked her to be his "date" on Friday for their kick-off event (more like a prom to me), gave her the pizza (I guess just so to make sure the girl doesn't decline). And he said he was really nervous when he asked her. That's the first time he did something like that. Very unlike him. My little brother's all grown up aww
004. Roses are red, pink, white
Today I planted the roses my sister got for Valentine's. Now I'm thinking about getting sunflower seeds, and daisies, and chrysanthemums, carnations, and all the other floral beauties out there that can survive in this huge oven I call home. I shall see if I possess a green thumb (I probably don't, but whatever).
How do you get over a childhood crush?
Here I go again. This is sooo weird.