Happy Father’s day, Papa! I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for everything you’ve done even though we our still not satisfied. You may not be the best father for us. But you provided us the financial support and everything you’ve done. Even you have another family now, remember that I never blamed you for what happened to us. But all the same, I still want us to stick to whatever we had before all this disaster happened. I wish you good health and more blessings to come. Always be happy & I love you Papa!:)
Yo. Vanessa here. Call me Van or anything cool. Don’t mock me or I will kill ya :) Kidding. But once upon a time, I dreamed about being a professional assassin. But anyways, I’m 15 and will be older when the calendar says August 5. A proud Filipina. And I’m currently doing the finishing touches of my high school life:)
So much for that;
I like cameras & Ice creaams.
Cameraaas + Ice cream = HAPPINESS.
But I aim higher:
Cameraaas + Ice cream + Bestfrieends + Ideal Lovelife + Money + GOD = EXTREME HAPPINESS TIMES 100904343
MY CURRENT BOYFRIEND(s): Eric Northman, Damon Salvatorre & Stefan Salvatorre.
You want the truth? Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First, you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers; and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit, and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college, who threw the best parties, who had the most friends - you forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.
Second chances. Girls take more of them then guys do. Why? I blame Disney, building up these false hopes, making me believe I can have my prince charming. We believe that one day we're going to be saved, that one day, one boy is going to come and change our whole lives around in the most perfect way. In the movies there's no 'other woman', there's no deception. There's just a happy ending, conditions and circumstances don't apply. So what are we to do when our hearts get broken? The logical thing to do is move on, of course, but despite all the lying, the cheating, the crushed dreams, and the painful memories, there's a speck of hope. A little, itty bitsy piece of our hearts that's begging for the fairy tale, screaming that we let him try again. So we do. We cry and bite our tongues, hoping that this liar in aluminum foil will finally become our knight in shining armor. Hoping that this time he'll be able to make us feel safe, and actually do it. That's why we break so easily; cause our fairy tale dreams are placed on real life boys. Boys who need to be saved themselves.
"It's 11:11, make a wish!," he whispered. "What did you wish for?," he asked, eyes glowing. "I wished for world peace," I lied. "Really?," he asked. He knew I was lying. I really wished for me to be the last thing he thought about before he went to sleep. He smiled. "I wished for whatever you wished for to come true," he said. And I knew he wasn't lying.