eloquent and self assured
an artist's grasp of insecure
I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
lesbian.
Cheers.
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holiday cheer?
Sunday, December 16, 2007, 12/16/2007 06:21:00 PM
THINGS TO DO:ENGLISH
1. Portfolio #s 1-4
- Things I Like About Myself (Descriptive Essay)
- My Bestfriend (Essay)
- Things I Like About My Class (Photo Captioned thingo haha)
- The Best Times Of My Life (Anything you want, basta hindi essay)
2. Film Making
- Groupmates, we'll be shooting during the Holiday break. (that sounded a bit redundant haha, who the hell cares.)
3. English Elocution
- Who knows when @_@
FILIPINO
1. Noli Play
MUSIC
1. Music Video Making (African-inspired)
-Again groupmates, we'll be shooting during the break.
I've been seeing someone for 2 years, 5 months and 3 days, then he just got engaged to someone else--and he forgot to tell me. And up to this very moment that I'm sharing my whole story with you, despite all his shortcomings, I still love him endlessly... and I think that's what has been hurting me the most.
When you cling on to something that isn't there anymore, that's when you realize that you're completely insane. When you constantly reject every guy who just wants to help you overcome that memory-packed-painful-era you're in. When you look for.. ugh I can't do this.
No matter how many haircuts I have, how many girls' night outs I plan, how many pictures I take just to reassure myself that "hey! I'm damn gorgeous, there's nothing to mope about."-- I still can't change the fact that it's during these nights, when my head lands on my pillow, that I cry the same tears questioning myself.
What went wrong? What did I do wrong?
Mmm, Peeeeeng. Stop living a movie-script life, have I mentioned to you that ever since I stepped up to middle school (grade 5-7) I've been having these movie-cutes.. meaning the things you see in the movies like, you are chilling in a forsaken coffee shop, then the most romantic song plays on their radio (after hearing 2 straight rock songs), you flip the next page of your chillax book, then.....
............. your long lost "boyfriend" (because you never really had him) enters the coffee shop, you stare at him with mixed emotions, as if all of your questions before came back. You want to talk to him, but the things that happened before came rushing through your veins. You remember every drop of tear wasted. You want to ask him where the hell he has been, why did he leave without even saying goodbye. That 5-second-staring-game was like hell, 5 seconds changed your life. And then just like that, like when he first left you (and then after 6 days you heard that he's in love with your close friend) without a sound... he was gone.. again (his friends tagged along thus ending your staring game).
And then, you go home with a broken heart.
And yes, I am not speaking hypothetically. That really happened to me, and trust me... I've gone through worst. I mean hello! Give up the cameras and video cams now, I'm tired of playing this game. If you may... show the credits now. End my contract.