lucky

in the 6th grade, in ms smith’s science class we used to play bingo every friday for prizes. the prizes usually consist of candy and just like every other 6th grader i wanted that candy more than anything in the world.

the sad thing is that i never won. i used to go to science class every friday with high hopes that i would win some sugary treat but alas i failed time after time. i remember getting really frustrated one time because we were playing black out (where you black out your whole board to win) and i was one box away for 4 turns and then someone else won! i felt as if someone has just stomped on my happiness. yes even to this day i remember the sad feeling i had in science class.

BUT there was a happy ending! it was the last day of class and we were doing the 6th grade Olympics, which were just random park activities where you get a plastic gold medal for winning that says: “Winner”  

one of the last events was a prize drawing; all the 6th graders ran out on the play ground and found a chalk number to sit on, i picked 25 because it’s my favorite number. as the event was happening i was filled with negative, pessimistic thoughts. i didn’t win the 1st prize, or the 2nd prize, or the 3rd prize…. i won the grand prize!! the grand prize was to spend a day with the principle and be the principle for a day. i know it sounds like a weird prize but it was pretty cool. i got to sit in the principle’s chair, use the intercom to say hi to everyone, i got carted around in a golf cart, got to go out for lunch, and most of all i got to skip class.

this particular day in school was not very busy because we finished testing or something and in each class we were watching “educational” videos.

at the end of the day the principle (i dont remember her name) asked me how i picked my number. i told her “i dunno i guess im just lucky” and that’s when it started. i started telling people: “dont worry, im lucky” or “my luck will protect us.” in the beginning it was just silly but i started winning thing and randomly not getting in trouble when others have. i have won a bike, an ipod, free cereal for a year, money to stock my fridge for a month, clothes, backpacks and a nice watch. lol ive also not gotten parking tickets when my friends that parked right in front of me and behind me got tickets. i gotten about 5 speeding warning and a couple DUI checks… it’s bad >_< but still nothing really bad has happened to me yet. i might be jinxing myself here with this post but oh well, i’ve had my fair share of luck and i wish i could pass it off to others.

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pogi

sorry that i am a procrastinating butt head >_> but my glamorous life as a baked potato takes up a lot of…

it’s been a while and i have a lot to write. im going to try to post something new every couple days so that i get to write about everything on my mind. tonight, my mister pogi is on my mind.

our story starts out really innocent and cute. i met you in a very unconventional way, at least by my standards, but i guess this is how you meet guys in these times of smart phones and lazy people. it was by coincidence that i was even logged onto grindr that day, i believe i was upset over something my ex said, but i was logging on and getting chicken for my mom in your city. you messaged me with your generic “hi, hows it going?” and i normally dont talk to guys without a photo but i haven’t gotten a message in a while (i guess i became old news) and i welcomed the attention. it was nice and refreshing that you could carry a conversation without leading to the topics of sex. excitement set in as we continued to talk…. and soon we scheduled to meet the next day at the mall i used to work at as an angsty teen. i remember worrying about what to say and what i was going to wear (note to self: you need new clothes). when i met you, you were so so so very shy. you wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. i remember asking you why you were looking at the ground and you replied “Because you’re so pogi” 

to me pogi is a Filipino word for “handsome boy” or “cute boy”. the inter-webs informs me that “Pogi is the slang word for Guwapo which was derived from Spanish word “guapo”. First syllable “Gu” changed to “Gi” plus the last syllable “Po” and then inverted to form “Pogi”“

we went to tea station, ordered boba drinks while we played cards (pusoy dos of course) and revealed secrets of our past. i learned enough about your family to understand that you are under appreciated and you deserve more. i learned about recent changes in your life and the accomplishments and frankly i was amazed that you were single. the way you talked about wanting to live life and experiencing more made me swoon for your fantastical dreams. but the one thing i really remember i that you were so shy, you even told me that i could leave if you were too boring. haha i still laugh about that and it brings a smile to my face even today.   

i call you mister pogi because of this memory

words will never express what you mean to me. and writing this makes me smile to remember the good times. because even though we are not together now i will always have these memories of you. good sweet innocent memories.

vegas… xmas… jimmy’s bday… random dates…. round 1… and DISNEYLAND!!!

now every night, i lay in bed and think abut you and hope that youre doing well. im sorry im an asshole jerk that can’t be the person that you deserve. im sorry for all the fights and words said in anger. im sorry for all the time wasted when we could have just been happy. most of all im just sorry that my feelings changed. i wish i still felt the same about you as before but some things can’t be unsaid and unheard. i’ll just lay here and stare at the gigantic bear you got me… you’ll be happy to know that i cuddle with it every night.

im not looking for a relationship, im not looking for sex. im just looking for time to heal and be my best again. i dont want to be sad anymore. i want to find that excitement in my life again… i want to feel complete (taken from gilberto)

 11/13/12 <3

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thanks, being single has made me realize i still have no friends here in my area. when i hang out with my friends i have drive to LA which is usually a good 30mins away and with traffic i have spent 1.5 hrs on the freeway.

im going to start posting more here. and try to limit on my reblogging. i have so many pictures and stories to write about. i hope i remember them all.

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there are good and bad things with every relationship. currently there was too much bad. we were arguing every time we saw each other and i just didn’t see myself with him anymore. so once again i have rejoined team single :P

i feel like a jerk tho…

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Getting a bad mark on a test…

laugh-addict:

My reaction:

How I act when telling my parents:

lol im so dramatic when i talk to my parents. it’s like i instantly become a little kid again and i have the right to be a drama queen.

MOMMY =[ IM SOOOO HUNGRY! it’s like im dying…

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laugh-addict:

and you’re just like:

my room is next to the bathroom and i can hear everything… and i really do mean everything. aside from that grossness randomly at night the bathroom makes noises that scare me. i do what the cat does and put my covers over my head. if something decides to kills me at least i dont see it happening.

(Source: beauty-and-sweets)

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Reblog if at some point you’ve tried to see if you had super powers.

kingerock288:

livin-la-vida-loki-d:

tsunderage:

anyone who doesn’t reblog this is a filthy liar

I try to see if I can use the force on a regular basis.

I keep trying and people better be glad that I haven’t found a way to make them work if I have any.

one day my abilities will manifest ;D

(Source: fuckyeahrandomstupidities)

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