waaaaaa!

i almost forgot i had a blogspot! (A BLOGSPOT!) haha, i was browsing through my archives and the only thing in my mind was, "what the hell was i thinking before?!" i posted something about maturity once but the rest of my posts were all about not letting go, about my stupid love and just kadramahan. eew. a year ago i also said the same thing to myself because all i posted back when i was in highschool - it was all about boys. haha.

im actually watching cheaters right now. it's a show where people can see all the infidelity of the world! deym. people never get satisfied with one. well. im also not satisfied with one. what the hell. splurge babeh.

whatever. i just want to keep this blogspot alive. but secret.

3 things for 3 different people. valentines edition.

1. you're really hurting me right now.

2. i have finally realized that not having you was 'a stage in my life.'

3. welcome. :)

jagi sogi hagi

i won't sleep. repeat that a hundred times.

i have a job interview tomorrow at 9. and i have to print some of my artworks cause they want hard copies. i have no idea how to go there. but i trust myself. i won't get lost. :p

good luck to me! aja!!!

i hate.

1. cramming with my plates. but i still do it. because all the time, i'm earlier than everybody else. when i'm done with a plate, others are still starting. grrrrrrr.

2. being praning. (explains no.1)



but right now, i hate being bubbly and joyful. i don't want to laugh in the house. neither smile. i want to go out. and there i will enjoy more. i want to go baguio, to vigan, to boracay. but since i'm also broke - it seems that i also cannot.

why i'm not in "my right state;"
why i lost all my inspiration;
why i lost enthusiasm in some things.
this is the reason.


now, i'm cramming a plate on fa13. but i don't want to even finish it.

cajole

is my new favorite word of the day.




last essay, last exam, and it'll be over! (baby!)

:D :D :D

xoxo

happy birthday to the woman who gave birth to me roughly 16 years ago. :)

happy birthday mom. :)

with love, yayam

shrewd

maturity is when you're able to live at peace with something you cannot alter anymore, something you cannot change; like what he was, what he is, what he will be and what he will never be.



so am i matured now?