Okay, for those who missed me, I ish back. :D Gomen nasai minna-san! I was too busy with AnimeLeague.net (check it out if you have the time, I'm Uchiha Akanbo there. :D ), schoolwork (yeah, I got the highest score for Social Studies in our class, 68/75, wo0t!), my very recent anime addiction(Naruto/Bleach/Death Note/etc), and the death of my father. >.> bah.

Let's see... since I joined AL, I forgot all about my account in FT... Sorry guys, won't happen again! ^_^;

Here in my blog I sound a bit too emo-ish... but because of all the support I had from various people (IRL and on the net), I guess my life lightened up a bit. Heck, my hobbies these days are: forumming (iono if that's the correct spelling... >_< ), reading books (forever the bookworm! *rolls eyes*), hanging out with my (real) friends, playing the guitar, and writing stuff (anything that comes to my mind, that is... ). If before I sounded like life was killing me, then this very moment I'm loving every second of it.

This schoolyear, we have a new english teacher. I really like her. As in, like her like I have a crush on her. It'll stop there though. She's a teacher six years older than me. Besides,  I'm in a relationship with someone, and we're still going strong.  Woot ten months baby! =D  <3 <3 <3

Tomorrow I'l be going to my friend's 18th birthday. I won't call it a debut, because she said it isn't You see, she's a lesbian as well, and she hates wearing gowns or any of that sort. So what she did was have a beach party. No boys allowed! It would be fun, despite of the fact that I'm the only fifteen-year-old going. All the others are 18+. But wtf, who cares? It only goes to show she considers me one of her true friends (only sixteen people were invited, btw).

On a different note, I lost my father last June 17,2007. Maybe he gave me more headaches and tears than laughter and smiles, but heck, the way he died... no one deserves to die that way.

Last May elections, he ran for Provincial Board and lost. Dad filed a complaint because he couldn't believe that not a single person voted for him in his own hometown, not even his brothers and sisters. He got killed a few weeks later by a hitman... who was someone he helped. Hilario Diola went to my father to ask for money when his wife got shot in her ankle, when she was about to give birth to their child, and when they ran out of rice Larry came running to my father asking for one sack.

It's one long story. I'll go over the details later when I stop breaking down everytime I think about it.

More or less that's all that's been happening in my life the past few months I stopped posting in my blog. What about you people?? :D share your stories.! =D