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–how every bulletin post I read is about love and relationships.

How the stereotypical view of how love is supposed to be is based on the perspective of some hopeless romantic.

Get this: love isn’t always like that.

Everyone has different views. And people have the choice on how they’ll act upon their relationship.

It’s just the willingness of the other person if they’re ready to make it work.

Life ain’t a fairytale, ladies. And your prince won’t always do what you want them to do.

And for the gentlemen (for some, anyways), stop thinking with your d*cks. Get over yourselves.

I have an irritating infection at the base of my neck.

It hurts and I want it to bloody stop.

I hate Algebra and I especially hate P.E.

I hate this numb feeling on my wrist and I hate that my body aches that it is almost unbearable.

I hate this obsession.

I hate procrastination.

I hate that people say one thing to you, but they are saying something other than what they really mean. They’re all liars.

I hate it when you give something all your effort yet it is not acknowledged.

I hate life when it f*cks up.

… I hate.

Ha ha.

Yes.

You read it right: crack.

Crack, crack, CRACK.

It’s just my insanity talking but anyway, CRACK!

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Bump your head with CRACK now. It’ll stop the pain in your head.

Tomorrow. College. Again. Damn. Okay.

Com Arts week. <3

March 30, 2007 = graduation date.

So yeah, I was wondering what I would do this vacation. I’m basically debating whether I would get a summer job or lay back and do some sessions (not those kind of sessions, mind you) with my buddies.

I’ve pondered what lies ahead for my future; be it in UP or in La Salle. I know that somehow, college would change the way I am but hopefully, it doesn’t. A little this and a little bit of that would be okay, I guess but not totally in the sense that I would start being not who I really am; a weird, art-freak, fanfic-reading dork.

Yes, I am a dork.

Okay, so. *taps feet* I’m bored.

Meh. I go read fanfics now and update my DeviantArt page, it has been a while. *nod heads to self*

I’ve suddenly had the fetching to try on different things.

Since I am not very good with using PhotoShop at present, I’m trying to seek a new skill that would do for now. So I’ve chosen photography.

People might think that photography is just something that you do, take pictures of random things, and then declare it as somewhat ‘pretty’. For those who are dim-witted enough to think that, I disagree. Of course photography needs angle, contrast, colours, and range. It needs to have a certain feeling that people can certainly attain by a look and will ponder more of its internal meaning.

I guess people have overlooked the fact that photography is an art.

Anyway, this post is for me to blab about this new and unhealthy obsession with one particular photographer. I’ve known from DeviantArt and have been checking out his profile ever since. His gallery is utterly ravishing and I beg to differ that Emo’s are somewhat demented in what they show through pictures.

His face is heavenly.

Eyes gorgeously silver to the extent that it almost shimmers.

Flawless skin… a bit flabby in the build but it is something that he can definitely work on. Lol.

And his hair.

God, his hair. Is it even /normal/ for people to have that wonderfully messed hair?! He is so utterly shaggable that I just can’t help but fawn over him.

Many will agree with me if they saw his pictures. Unfortunately, every artwork in DeviantArt is copyrighted and is sustained for the public to borrow or steal. In more simpler words, its illegal to use it without the artist’s consent. T_T

*wistful sigh*

If only I was a red-headed Latvian, who has pretty blue-gray eyes and luscious lips then maybe… just maybe… he’ll like me too. Lol.

In my dreams though.

Only in my dreams.

<3~

Okay.

This day sucked dog balls.

I remembered–why oh why?!–Samuel. A guy I have a crush on that added me on MySpace. He’s Korean-looking but is really a Filipino and that’s what I liked.

Korean looking with the Filipino morals.

But anyway, I couldn’t find him anymore. =.= figured he either deleted me or his account got deleted. Lol. Hope it was the latter cos if it was the first, I will look for him and delete his account. Yes, mean. Lol.

So now, I found this other guy, Josh. He’s cute. When he first added me, he only had me in his friend’s list. Now, he has 2000+ girls. Seriously. Is he demented and get THAT much within such short time? Yes, I do think so.

ANYWAY, in a school matter, we had our speech thingy today. Oh yeah, it’s called Impromptou. Stupid speech thingy. I got called as well as the 6 others but hello~ unfair! We’re 30 in the class and we 6 were the only ones called? Fucker.

Now I curse she. The wretched witch of English.

Blah.

"You’re a mad scientist. Describe your latest invention."

You want me to describe the shit?

I said Time Machine so I could turn back time and not come to school today.

Hah.

That’s what I said in my head anyways… the not coming to school part.

Er, so my day went extremely fucked up.

Pissed.

And angry.

The only good about it was I saw Riki. Lol. I like seeing him with his back turned towards me. Sexy looking at the back. Lol.

^^

Cheers.

Have you ever thought of finally telling the one you like that you fancy him?

In some alternative universe, I simply cannot try.

It’s not because I am too afraid to do so, on the contrary I am very well in doing so, but the rejection I mostly fear.

Since he is not from where I come from, he has his standards. I, a lonely young girl from here, and he, from where he came from, is not entirely compatible with each other. We are just entirely different persons in search of whatever was there and what we truly deserved.

And it’s his lost really. Like, come on, bloody hell! My friends gave him the hint that I LIKED him but he didn’t really DO anything about it. He must be gay. Definitely. Stupid bloke.

"To the left, to the left."

Lol.

I love that song.

"To the left, to the left.

Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that’s my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don’t touch
And keep talking that mess, that’s fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It’s my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab

Standing in the front yard telling me
How I’m such a fool - Talking about
How I’ll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he’ll be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable

So go ahead and get gone
And  call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn’t know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I’ll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute"

Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.

All you blokes out there who hurt us, don’t ever think that we gals can’t replace you. Because damn it, we deserve better. And you don’t deserve us.

So with that said, peace. x

Have you ever thought of having somebody piss at you?

Got your attention? Lol. Figuratively, of course. My friends, who I love, have suddenly started to fade away from my life. I feel pissed at and I am almost ashamed of myself that I couldn’t grasp the reality that we’re all growing up.

I have matured in some point, I know, and I feel that the connection that me and my friends once have had suddenly vanished. It completely baffled me that at some point, we’ve started to drift away in our own lives.

Fourth year, as we all know, is one of the most fun and hectic year of our lives. And I feel that mine is nothing compared to other’s accomplishments in this age. What do I have to offer? My voice? My talent? My brains? What else?

I think being ridiculed at before you go off to college is unjustly. Those damned lower years think they’re all that but what are they compared to what I have been? I’m not special as what I may be perceived to be but at least I have the dignity to stand in my own feet and be myself and not hide in others’ shadows.

Reality check, everybody is different. May it be their smell, their hair, their attitude, their smile, we’re different in some ways and people don’t have to be made fun of because of flaws that each person has. So to those who are judgemental bitches out there, look at yourself in the mirror and see how ugly you really are.

Be proud of who and what you are. Change for the better if necessary but never change for the satisfaction of other people. You are an individual and ideally, I am too.

Ehem, am I still talking in first person? Good. Lol.

Oh well, I think I’ve had enough of an outburst today. Might as well end this here for the day. I have to go and do my project in AP anyways. =.=;;

Hugs and Kisses. x

Well, I’m really REALLY bored right now. We’re doing some kind of activity for our I.T. class but obviously, I’m too lazy and such a freaking retarded person not to do it. Yes, yes… I know, I’m pasaway but it doesn’t matter. I always pass this class anyway. Mwuahaha. I am the… the… oh, crap. Nevermind. Cos like always, I can’t finish a decent enough sentence to sound a little bit more intelligent.

Yes, you’ve guessed it…

I’m weird.

Weirdo as a fly trying to get pass by a wall. The stupid fly! Mwuahaha. If you couldn’t pick with my sense of humor then I’m truly sorry about that. As I mentioned before, I am very weird. Truly fascinatingly weird. But although I’m like that… well, that’s all I’ll ever be. Yes, accept me for who I bloody am. Mwuahaha.

Okay, now.. I’m just being a prat. I’m reeee~ally bored now. Very. Agonizingly. Mwuahahaha. So now, I shall do what I am tasked to do.

Do the seatwork.

::shudders::

The horror.

Huggles, dears.