pRaNiNg nA aNg leLAng m0!

Arghh!! I try to forget him and force myself to focus on other things, but still... Oh my goliie! He's haunting me! Seems like every direction I look reminds me of him. The billboard, where he's name is placed. In the TV, where he lives... and at home. Getting scold because i used the line to call him on his cp... not to mention, the sectional camp we went. The people and the place....

Crap.

thanks for ate Jamay. She helped me. Alot.

nOne bUt Jesus...

nothing else could take His place in my heart...

missing him...

A hard man once said, "I'm really proud of you, my child..." on his last days, my father once said. miss my dad...

mO0d sWinGz....

Just this morning, I had this terrible feeling. I don't what is it. I feel I'm malfunctioning. Something's wrong in my system. Seems like everything is confusing! I don't feel really that well.

So I decided maybe I need to do something I really like so that i can sweep away this things. And at this moment I'm really relieved. I went to our dressing room then I meditated, calmy prayed that God would give ma peace. Thanks for that verse from John. I have told you these things so that you may have peace in me. The world only brings you trouble. But have heart! I have overcome the world.

Recently watched The Devil wears Prada, I took this quote:

Andy Sachs: She hates me, Nigel.
Nigel: And that's my problem because... Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.
Andy Sachs: I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is vicious. Nigel: So quit.
Andy Sachs: What?
Nigel: Quit.
Andy Sachs: Quit?
Nigel: I can get another girl to take your job in five minutes... one who really wants it.
Andy Sachs: No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair. But, I, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a little credit... for the fact that I'm killing myself trying.
Nigel: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, "Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.