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.
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Thursday, January 31, 2008, 1/31/2008 09:07:00 PM

I've been blogging for like every other day, and no matter how much I express myself through the pressing of each key... I'm still not satisfied. Funny how everything is just so fast paced. And to be quite honest, I don't know if this is still my explanation for C H I L L. I'm thinking about latsa things:

1. My in-demand-projects.
2. Our crammed schedule for Noli.
3. My fatally gorgeous secret. :(
4. Those lovebirds.
5. My incomplete notes.
6. The thing that happened a few nights ago, and now we act as if that wasn't a magical night.
7. This bitter dude.
8. PROM, guh dagdag busy-ness amp.
9. This straight-jacket feeling :|
10. And how the hell am I going to pass Trigo when I don't use my calculator properly. @_@ Shit ganun lang pala kadali yun nag SohCahToa pa ko... gaddamn! 93 na dapat ako fack :|

Deym... I don't want to hear that song anymore. I know clearly that it's too cliche, like every other high school girl has that kind of depressing-unspoken-love-shiz. BUT IT REALLY HURTS T_T uhhh...

So I'll drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

I'm suddenly this teenybopper dude who fell in love with the most unexpected guy in the world. Ok wait I'm NOT in love. I'm just his friend who helps him overcome his problems, who tries to be there for his let's-make-my-ex gf-jealous-tactics, who rustles an ode about his smile while he talks about his day, and of course be the judge of his crushes that would make me comment like "aww she's cute" but deep inside I go like "damn I'm gonna kill this girl"... This is so grade school. Rawwrr, but then again...

Wala :)