Friday, December 9, 2011

THE WORST 16 DAYS OF MY LIFE WHEN I FELT LIKE IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD

November 21,2011 - December 7, 2011.


damn.


damn.


damn.

Never gonna do it again....






Without protection, Especially on my ovulation. too bad. :(

Friday, November 25, 2011

November 21,2011

3. Number 3. The third time on the 21st day of November. Ovulation period.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

ALICE I WONDER

If I had a world of my own,
Everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is,
because evrything would be what it isn't.

In contrary was,
what it is, it wouldn't be,
and what it wouldn't be, it would.

You see?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Gayzers

boiling inside. hahaha. I opened his facebook account again..
And the pain of reading their conversation made me boiling inside again.
hahaha. I could only laugh it out but the pain cannot be denied. Ouch.

One thing I just remember we talked about when he called.
He's too far away from me..
The same exact thought of the messag he sent Jolly in facebook.

Hai.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Unexpected call 09:00 P.M. 11/9/2011

Hai.. he called me using his mom's phone,
indeed a S U R P R I S E..

hai.. never thought he still could remember me..

in this time of night.. while I never stopped thinking of him and he was totally out of sight,

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Georgia is...

To all my haters out there.. if there is..
 hahaha :)

Easy-A Trippo!

^_^

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

24.. F*** You!

The flames of hatred and disappointment raged into my bloodstream piercing every inch of happiness that is left within. Sad.

:'( was all I could ever say to him.

Communication was the missing piece. The largest portion of the whole thing called a "relationship".

So, how was it. I came with all the hope of killing the daydreams, wishng hoping he could come.

But I knew it.
I knew it the moment I asked him to come.
I just knew he won't.

Alone. That was me.

It's the 24th day... of September.

Some things end. Some's just started.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

41 Questions, 1 Personality

Your personality type: "Individualistic Doer"

Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems.

Careers that could fit you include:

Police, detectives, forensic pathologists, computer programmers, system analysts, computer specialists, engineers, carpenters, mechanics, pilots, drivers, athletes, entrepreneurs, firefighters, paramedics, construction workers, dental hygienists, electrical engineers, farmers, military, probation officers, steelworkers, transportation operatives.

Renowned persons with similar personality types:
  • Alan Shepherd, astronaut
  • Bruce Lee, martial artist and actor
  • Clint Eastwood, actor and director
  • Frank Zappa, guitarist
  • James Dean, actor
  • John Malkovich, actor
  • Keith Richards, English guitarist and singer
  • Michael Jordan, athlete
  • Tom Cruise, actor
  • Zachary Taylor, American president

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Relationship Match formula:

23582562

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Friday, August 12, 2011

::::UPDATES on OUR CONVERSATIONS::::


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

UPDATES...UPDATES...UPDATES...

Friday, August 5, 2011

Plain Salted

Injury.
My heart is injured.
Bandage.
I should be happy.
It's the only way I could cope.
Why do i feel like this?
He was feeling like he's made a fool of himself for waiting for Jolly, who happens to have a boyfriend now..

Hahaha.

The sweet taste of revenge.
Caused by another.
I should be happy.
He's got what he deserve.

BUT

There is thing little pang of hurt inside of me as well.
It's may be because he never had regrets for leaving me.
He just left me there, a fool.
Hoping that he would get back soon.

I'm so excited for that day to come.
When he'd come begging.
Ow.. Man-Pride.
He won't come begging for me.
Maybe he'll just text me.
Making me feel overwhelmed again by his sweet words.

Ugh, I promised myself not to fall for HIM again. NEVER AGAIN. NEVER....

Oh, Why do I feel Bitter.
I don't love him anymore right?
Why am I affected?
He should no longer be a part of me.
Not anymore.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

WHO KNEW

Who KNEW.. He liked the my post on his wall. Just today...
And what, It has been there for weeks.. haha.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Too-Day

Not too surprised. not too excited.

He sent me this random messages. Uhm Yeah..

Then some quote stating "miss" something..

haaayy... Do not believe in every word.

No load. No response from me. :)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Can You Imagine

Can You Imagine How much of an A**Hole can he get? forgetting all those memories, flushing them down the drain, and moving on with his stagnant lifestyle of living in a world of computer games and flirting with random girls again.

S-T-U-P-I-D

He is the kind of guy who I never thought I'd fall for. The one who I could tolerate all his indifference, the one who could never make an effort to at least change for the better? even just for himself.

Period. He Simply didn't care. It simply wasn't love. It simply didn't work. I gave up and I lose. No more. The End. It was all a merry-making. Not something that's everlasting.

IMBA. A computer term for the state of Imbalance. Exactly how we are, How stupid I've become.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

monologue

Georgia wrote:
monologue
Georgia Louise Daganasol                     ABCO3B

"Perfectly Frank" (Teen Monologue, Female)*Lightly Humorous*
Amy and her friend Doug are in Study Hall together getting ready for the big math exam the tomorrow morning. You can tell that Amy is a little tired and cranky, and the math homework seems to have taken her over the edge. Doug lends a sypathetic ear.
Amy: You know something Doug, it seems like every person I know is trying to be perfect. They're all working out to get that perfect body, shopping to find those perfect clothes, saving money to buy that perfect car, all this while trying to maintain straight "A's" so they can get into the perfect college. Then we get to college...and how many years do we have there?...Yeah, another four years to make tops in our class, while balancing sports, activities, and part time jobs to try to have that perfect resume for our applications. And I suppose you're wondering why we need a perfect resume?...Well let me tell you. So you can get that perfect job, make lots of money and be successful. (shakes her head) Oh and then there's dating....we can't leave that out. Going out with the right guy gets you into all the right parties, not to mention improving your chances for being nominated for the Homecoming and Prom royalty. It can make or break your high school experience. Some of my friends are even perfect enough to be Runway Models, you know the ones, they suck in their cheeks and prance down the runway with their "I disdain you little people" look on their faces. The other night, while I was up at 11 p.m. finishing my homework, (pushing the point) "because I'd just gotten home from work after volleyball practice," so I got frustrated and looked up the word "perfect" in the dictionary. You know something, it's ironic, that we're all striving for an idea that comes somewhere between "penguins" and "pinball". Doesn't that strike you as being stupid, life is just to precious to waist. I'm ready to have some fun! (pause) Well you just going to sit there, why don't you give me your opinion on the matter. (beat) Yeah, Please, and be perfectly honest.


Thursday, June 30, 2011

Nimble

Okay, I just submitted the application I long have been wishing to submit. After all the searching of legitimate pictures that I could attach, Finally I was able to send something sensible. Finally those nonsense shots of my face got used. I'm still shaking. Something inexplicable is  going on within me. I think this is what you call intuition. A very strong intuition.

Oh Lord, I can feel something in my gut. Something that feels like good news.  Yet still I could not know now verify if  I could come through with all those beauties who applied for being a B L A C K O U T MODEL. haha. Stupid. I applied to be a model when I can't even have enough time for sleep work and school.  This feeling have been so familiar to me, even then. Feels like something is uneasily trembling from within me. Whew. If I would be a model, then we'd be fair. Then enough to see other guys who could replace him. Bwahahaha.. What a dream.

Aaahh... I feel so restless at this time. I'm trembling for no reason at all!

Monday, June 27, 2011

I'm shaking. Sometimes facebook really helps in revealing the truth. He moved on...to ANOTHER. I should have moved on. It's over. Stop it Georgia. He's just made you fall for his stupid games. Now I see another victim. She's taller. Prettier, and of course, She's a model. What else could he ask for? He's been masking the truth with his subtle lies. Kind, sweet, seemingly concerned words that have fooled me even from the very beginning.

Grow up. Grow up. Grow up.

beep

vIBRATE..sNOOZE... sUPRISED TO SEE HE MESSAGED ME.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

KoRnFlaKes

I can feel this tiny spark of excitement, and somehow this emptiness. I'm missing him--too badly. I can still recall that feeling, all those times when I'd check my phone knowing I can expect him to send me a message for even once within the day.

That sense of completeness when although were not together, yet knowing he's there for me. Those times when I always had someone to share things with, someone to share my thoughts with, someone to share this passion with.

Now I could not expect of him any longer. He will not be there anymore. Avoid him as much as I can. The wall of pride will serve as divide.

Why should I lose my life out of letting him slip down though my hands. He's been my greatest gift with a ribbon on it. But now I'm seeing everything he lacks.

Losing him should have cut through so deep. Yet the many times he's failed me helped me move on in just a day and not dwell much on the depression state since we called it off when we still continued with our 'unfinished business'.


I'm sot supposed to hate him. This could only be an aftermath of the feeling of having been tricked. I was not stupid enough to just be tricked by an 'immature boy'. I wanted it.

And then this-- Just when I thought all is well, when all is going monotonously boring, he said STOP.  We end it.  It's over. And now I'm left with no hopes of coming back. no, not him. It could be anybody else but NOT him.

Things always went on with complete spontaneity. None if it was planned.  From the time we met, to the time we fell, to the time we concluded it.

He always seemed true. Yet I never could recall I felt his love was real. I simply held on to it. With no plans of letting go. But fate has its own way of breaking things apart. When you'd come to think this will never come to an end, for no reason you can find to cause an end to this 
seemingly perfect relationship,  there you will find yourself looking for some piece of thrill. 

Should I still hope further? Will he be coming back? I guess not. Nor will I ever take him back. Enough is enough. He's hurt me that much that I've become so immune to the pain he has been causing me since the beginning of us.

The story of us seems like a tragedy now. No happily ever after, I'll just have to find someone who know how to treat me better. Someone sensitive enough that I'm here and that I exist.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

All Around Me

Chaos inside. Screams haunting from within me.
Am I still alive? 

I can feel this emptiness inside. There a huge hole that's been punched out. 
Lost. Like a restless soul hovering over the waters, with nothing to walk on and to have rest for a while.

As I am trying to focus on myself, the more do I get detached from who I am. Restless, could not find where am I now?

Have myself know and realize what's the point of surviving, From where I am and where I'm headed to each morning.


Sleeping at daybreak, being paid to stay up all night and get bored.

I wanted to doze off. I'd love to sleep for all eternity. When can I find rest? where can  i find rest.

So many questions, been trying to figure out how do I get myself to know


"WHY AM I STILL HERE?"


Sometimes I think that I am living for nothing, nonsense, Why am I still here? 


Shouldn't I be focusing on my goal?
Of what's to come in the future?



Monday, June 20, 2011

The Carabao Suite


Finally. Got it. 'Glowy-fying' the image I've taken a few months back. Come' On, Dream on. It's not that I've learned the skill but I pretty much relied on experimentation.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Incognito Window from Google Chrome

Eight twenty four. Plus 3 hours. Make it 11:24 p.m. Now I'm beginning to love Chrome. Literally. This incognito window shall save me, I must say.

Google has been innovative in many ways. And for something that I never even knew I'd be using, this incognito window is indeed a useful tool for me atleast, here at work, for browsing unrelated sites such as this!

With this Google Chrome feature, Pages you view in this window won't appear in your browser history or search history, and they won't leave other traces, like cookies, on your computer after you close the incognito window. Any files you download or bookmarks you create will be preserved, however.

Going incognito doesn't affect the behavior of other people, servers, or software. Be wary of:

+Malicious software that tracks your keystrokes in +exchange for free smileys
+Surveillance by secret agents
+People standing behind you

Be invisible, Go incognito, Now!