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Natural born morena

admin — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:37:45 +0000

Yes. I am a natural born morena. I don’t really care about it before. But now I guess, YES! My friends start to tease me. And I feel discriminated. Well, what’s wrong about being morena? I don’t hate it. But I hate the people around me. They just can’t understand that there is nothing wrong about it. I am a human. I also breathe, eat, talk, laugh, smile, think, cry and love like a normal human. In fact, I can do more things than them. I just can’t understand why they need to discriminate others? Why they need to emphasize the flaws of others without seeing their stupid faces first? They are not that perfect to laugh at you. Am I right? I want to defend myself but I don’t want to start a fight. It is not a big deal but hey! I’m hurt! (If only they can read this) They are thinking that it is just fine with me, because I just smile or laugh. Maybe they just can’t understand that not every joke is funny.

Your lover will love you even more if you get them a pinata

Meet Scarlet!

admin — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 07:10:44 +0000

I don’t really play facebook games. But since my mom, dad and sisters play petville, they pushed me to make my petville pet too. Its name is Scarlet! I was supposed to name it Scar but my sister said, that name is like for male. So, we ended up naming it Scarlet. rofl!

I am currently in level 12. Thanks to my mom who keeps on opening my account to feed it and clean my and my friends’ rooms. My sisters are already in level 27 and 28. My dad is already level 30. While my mom is on level 44!

Say NO to Drama

there comes a point in life when you get tired
of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything,
but its not giving up. Its realizing you don’t need certain
people and the drama they bring

That’s it. see you around.

It’s Karma

admin — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 07:11:43 +0000

Let me start this post with this ” ”

I was so ashamed with what happened this morning. Seriously, this really don’t matter with others but for me, yes! The story goes like this.

Our class will start at 10:30 am. I arrived at our school at 10:00 am. Just enough for me not to be late. But hey! when I was about to walk to get in the school, I saw the students wearing casual attire and I was like, what the hell?! Is there any program? did the school announced that we don’t have classes? OMG! Until I remembered that every Wednesday is our wash day. I was praying that nobody will see me wearing my uniform. I immediately walked across the street and there I saw my classmates. They are laughing at me.

This was really awful! Well actually, I can attend my class even if I’m wearing uniform. There is no problem about that. But I was so ashamed! Look, everybody is wearing casual clothes and me, UNIFORM? that’s a big NO! NO! In fact, I am the leader of teasing the students who are wearing uniforms during wash day. Ok. it’s karma.

anyway, I went back home and changed my clothes.

We will miss you Inggo

admin — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 06:50:12 +0000

I was suppose to blog something about my dad’s birthday which was yesterday (December 13, 2009). But I guess it is not necessary to mix the topic about his birthday and the death of our dog. If you are one of my daily visitors in diannekarol.com. I’m sure that you have read this. I posted that last May 2009. That was the first day I saw him, hear his soft bark and carry Inggo.

This photo was taken last May 2009

He is still not a year old. Poor Inggo. I am not really sure what the real cause of his death. My grandma just told me that he is not eating for 3 days already. Until yesterday morning, his life came to an end. And now, he is entering the kingdom in heaven. Inggo, you will always have a space in our hearts.