Portuguese. Sexy Brazilians. Carnival. World-class restaurants, shops, and cafes. Football (soccer) and volleyball. Ipanema Beach is the sexiest beach in the world! Rua Farme de Amoedo (the gay beach). The Hippie Fair General Osorio Square on Sundays. Graffiti murals. Skate Parks. Statue of Christ The Redeemer. Botanical Gardens. Tijuca Forest. Hang gliding! Did I forget to mention, sexy Brazilians?! Unf.
Yeah. My house has a Chamber of Secrets and is probably haunted by Slytherin’s monster. lol And funny thing is, I’m not home. I was alone on the second floor of the library when I heard that “hissy voice”. Why am I at UOG? Hm, maybe you don’t care, but I’ll tell you anway. Haha. I followed Jer :P
I finally got the remaining videos! Yes! Fuck yeah! You don’t realize how happy I am happy right now, well more like relieved. I can finally finish this video. Fucking a little bit over an hour video - longest video I’ve ever made. Mind you, I don’t typically make videos, only for special occasions. So Catt Mac, this is for you bastard! Haha! Happy 20th birthday!
I hope she doesn’t see this tho. :P But if you do, Catt, uhm I apologize if I don’t get to finish my personal gift to you. I don’t know where my glue gun went, I’m stuck finishing this video, I’m tired (kawawa face), and I still gotta get up early and follow Jer to UOG to mail your package, so yeah. Next time, I guess.
Brb guise. Gotta fill me up with coffee. I probably won’t be sleeping tonight.
Fell asleep around 3AM. Experiencing gloomy weather. Got up around 7:30AM. Currently at Jer’s house. Waiting to go to UOG. Gonna be stuck in the library editing a video. Beats being stuck at home tho. Gonna be a long day. Lehgo!
So so similar? Haha, oh dear, that 2 so’s. That is scary. And you should rant on Tumblr, I do it all the time, even if I sound stupid. Sometimes, I delete it afterwards. It’s almost a daily habit. It’s feel good though, especially when you have no one else to talk to. Sounds pitiful, but still.
Well, you have a good night. This is about it for me today. I gotta get up early in the morning. Night Dee! :)
I think almost all girls are alike. Right? As in, with complicated shit to be normal. Or actually, that would apply to any other teenager. Er, person; young person. lol And I’m glad you understood that free write ‘cause I was pretty much ranting.
After-thought: I should invest in that thing where I can reply to replies. How does that work? Followers, help?
I'd rather have her sad and honest, than happy and faking it.
'Cause really, that's what makes her, (well) her. 'Cause sadly, that's all she's really known for. 'Cause that's what's “normal” for her. No one likes a fake bitch, we all want the real one. She's the kind of bitch you joke around with, though you shouldn't fuck around with her. You don't want to fuck around with her PERIOD. And lately, she's been happy, and I don't know whether it's real or whether it's fake. Problem is, I don't think I want to know. Almost everything with her is complicated, that's just how it is. It's as if complicated comes easy to her. If life were to come to her served on a silver platter, she'd ditch it. With her, she'd prefer a plastic plate with a plastic fork. With it, she'd eat life's easy bullshit like it was no one's business. Then she'll yell and cry, scream to heart's content, run til there's no turning back. 'Cause if she ever came back happy, you best assume she's faking it. But maybe it's just me and this is the new her. A new her that I never got the chance to meet. A new her that’s been hiding behind this mask that I made up. Complicated shit, no? Well it’s ‘cause that’s how I knew her.
When I got home from my jog, my mom tells me that he bought nutella. Yum, right? Well, she bought a freaken small one. And when I asked her how much it was, she said it was 4$. I was like, what the hell! ‘Cause we went Kmart over the weekend, and there was a HUGE jar of nutella on sale for 7$. Ugh.
I really don’t like nutella anyways. I don’t really like chocolate actually. And I know, nutella isn’t at all chocolate, but whatever. I just sometimes crave for nutella, you know? Yeah.
So I’m starting not to give a fuck with what I eat anymore. Who cares if I get fat! As if I got anyone to impress. Hmph.
I hate how my mom isn’t pushing me anymore. Like, the summer is almost over, I clearly did not get a summer job, but it’s like my mom didn’t see it as much of a priority. I mean, if she just pushed me (even a little), I’d probably be bankin’. Then again, I like how she minds her own business. But sometimes, I just wished she’d show that she cares a little. Bleh, I’m messed up in the head.
My room’s still a mess! Er, well an organized mess. If that makes any sense.
My hair’s starting to grow. I don’t know whether it’s a good thing or bad thing. Like, I don’t know what to do with it anymore. Though, I know I wanna keep growing my tail. Blehk, I recently learned that my “tail” is called a “rat tail”. YUCK! I fucking hate rats.
If you read all this, you’re probably bored and clearly have nothing else to do right now (or at all). That, or you’re a creep! Hahahaha. K bye.
Yet another fall semester is within less than a month. As much as I hate to admit it and as much as you keep reminding me, (sigh) it’s coming. I miss the campus actually. Seeing familiar faces, admiring cute faces, and laughing at messed up faces (Oh God, have mercy) lol. So besides the early mornings, the long walks through campus, the crowded caf, the procrastination, the dire need of caffeine, the books, the weird professors (the lists goes on), I miss school. I don’t like college, but yeah. I guess you want what’s best for me, right? So I was wondering, how you about you surprise me with yet another random weekend trip to the Philippines? Just like last year!
Random moments like this makes me wish I was heartless. Fuck it. Seems like I need a distraction, but fuck it, distractions are only temporary. The cycle will continue. It always has, and always will. Fucking hate it. It’s uncalled for. It’s ridiculous. It’s fucking stupid! I feel fucking stupid. Shit. Fuck this emotional shit, man.
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn’t think could be real To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream
You do something to me that I can’t explain. So would I be out of line if I said “I miss you”?
I see your picture I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine You have only been gone ten days But already I’m wasting away I know I’ll see you again Whether far or soon But I need you to know that I care And I miss you
…assume they’re all secrets. ‘Cause when I find out that others know, then that’ll be the last I ever tell you things. A true friend doesn’t have to be told to keep things to themselves. So when you expose my little secrets, then I don’t know what you are to me. Then again, I shouldn’t assume that I could trust people so easily.
I remember singing at the top of my lungs to the lyrics back in middle school. VH1 would play this song every morning and I’d get up, dance around, and sing like it was nobody’s business. Rest easy, Amy.
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I find it hilarious (and a bit annoying) that my cousins well know that I like to blast my music and it’s pretty obvious that I’m wearing earphones, but still they try to talk to me from BEHIND. Wtf. I can’t hear ya’ll! Anyway, we’re having a movie night again. Yet another late night for me. Woo! Last night, or well early this morning was fun. We didn’t need to drinks to have fun, like any other hotel sleep-overs. I had a good time, wished I had more sleep tho ‘cause I’m coming down with a cold. Way to start the weekend, even if I missed out at Lush last night. Ohhh well, it’s just clubbing.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. ”—