Friday, July 15, 2011

Updated Birthday Wish List

My 21st birthday wish list:

1- Macbook Air or Pro
2- Lion lubie (however you spell it) or any lubie really
3- Xbox kinect + games
4- Ipad
5- OPI nail polish
6- Original Rayban sunglasses
7- Graphic t-shirts
8- Summer dress or random clothing
9- Perfume
10- Juicy couture bag
11- Any amount of money
12- Cute forever21 necklace or bracelet
13- A hat
14- Harry Potter merchandise
15- An angry bird plushie
16- Stuff with cats on them

*will probably add/remove some of them as time passes
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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Birthday Wish List

I know my birthday is in August and i shouldn't be writing this so early but i just felt like it

My 21st birthday wish list:

1- Macbook Air or Pro
2- Lion lubie (however you spell it) or any lubie really
3- Xbox kinect + games
4- Ipad
5- OPI nail polish
6- Original Rayban sunglasses
7- Graphic t-shirts
8- Summer dress or random clothing
9- Perfume
10- Juicy couture bag
11- Any amount of money

*will probably add/remove some of them as time passes

As usual

As usual i never finish what i start. June is almost over and my last post was in May. Fail.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I ♥ art

Source unknown

My major is International Business and come Fall I'll hopefully graduate and enter the working force full time. How does this relate to the photo above? Well I regret taking up this major. I try not to regret things I've done in my life, decisions I've taken or anything like that but I can't help but regret giving in to my dads wishes and studying this. You see I really wanted to study something artsy like photography or graphic design but my dad didn't agree with my choices and since hes paying for tuition I had to give in and study something business-y. So here i am. Three years after that decisions been made and i still long for art. I still wish i had changed my major three years ago and went with my hearts desires.

However, i try to console myself with the fact that maybe one day i could go back and study whatever i want or maybe continue learning by myself. I will continue taking photographs and designing. I think its in my blood. I don't really know how good i am but I'd like to become amazing at it. I'll keep going forward. I will keep on traveling to new destinations and snapping shots wherever i go. I will always have photoshop or any other kind of software on my laptop and try to always get inspired.

Another art form I'm into is writing. I do get writers block often but whenever i can, i write. I may not be as good as J.K Rowling but i hope to be one day.

I've also tried acting. I discovered that i like it quite a lot. I only did one course back when i was about 15 and it was only stage acting and that meant we had to memorize and get the play perfect but hey its still acting. I'm grateful for that course and my mentors because they helped me quite a bit. I became less shy and gave me the courage to get up and speak in front of a crowd.

To make a long story short. I ♥ art.

Book Post

I got this book a while back and read a couple of pages but then for some reason didn't finish it. I picked it up today and started reading. I got it from Virgin Megastore

Lets get started

So I just finished my final exams yesterday and I've decided to be more active on blogger. I've said this over and over again A LOT. I know I know. Lets give it another shot.

I'll be doing many random things on here. Might do some book reviews or something book-related. Might start a fashion blog or a simple outfit of the day photos (OOTD). Very random things actually. So lets get started!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Broken Angel

Tonight's no different than any other night. Tonight's the same. Four months have passed and I still find myself lost, insecure, tired, alone, helpless, annoyed, pissed off, depressed, desperate and simply heart broken.

I know no amount of words will bring you back. No amount of tears will soften your heart. No amount of begging or pleading will persuade you. No amount of dreams will make us a reality.

I had you. Or rather thought I did for a while. But i guess the truth is the circumstances drew the line, i was never yours and you were never mine. It was heavenly while it lasted. I loved every second of it. No regrets whatsoever.

One of my selfish wishes is that you remember me. That one day you'll look back and ask yourself why you let go. Maybe one day you'll tell someone about me. About us. Our hopes. Our dreams. Our fantasies.

There's no point in me typing up these words because i know you'll never read them. There's no point waiting for you because i know you don't want me. You don't need me..

As much as those words hurt i say them because they're the truth. Or maybe they're all lies.. I guess I'll never know with you...

If i could turn back time i wouldn't change a thing. All the smiles, the laughter, the tears, the hugs, the kisses. Staying up all night talking to each other. Falling asleep together... they all seem very unreal now.. like they're fragments of someone else's memories. Not my own.

Its probably very selfish of me to want you back.. to wish for you.. but i cant help it..

I'm sorry..

I dont know how to turn of a feeling...

Please forgive me for that ounce of humanity in me..

Thursday, April 28, 2011


Waiting because I'm dumb. Waiting because I'm stupid.
Waiting because I'm an idiot. Waiting because I can't let you go.
Waiting because my heart wont you go.

Personal Whispers

"I'm so tired" she whispered to herself, wishing he'd understand.
"I need you" escapes her lips as the image of him fades away.
He can't hear her. He doesn't want to anyways.
Tears escape her eyes. Words overwhelm her. Her heart breaks once again.
A clean low sound. Like the snapping of a flowers stem.
Her black hole gets even deeper

Monday, March 21, 2011

Such a fool

I miss you..i called out to no one in particular

My only reply..silence

I miss you..i called out again childishly..hoping maybe this time he’d hear me

A voice in my head reprimands stupid idiotic fool..

He loves you not..misses you not.. you do not dwell in his do not appear in his dreams, waking or otherwise...he does not want you nor need you..he does not desire you nor fear are nothing to him..merely a winter nights unwanted idiotic mistake..

I love him..i whisper to the heart quivers in my breath coming out ever so slightly against my dry lips..i still love him..i hang my head..swallow my useless love..

Forget…the voice urges…let go…be gone hurtful one…I banish you…

No..i protest..No..

Child, it does not do to dwell upon dreams..wishes and desire…and forget to live

I have long forgotten the ways of the living…I do not live as do others…I roam this earth..soullessly…aimlessly…an empty shell of what once was me…a bare vessel..

A silent breeze plays with strands of my hair…teasing me…my eyes droop ever so faintly.. and I tap away at this device you call a laptop..wishing he could read these words as I type them…as if they could materialize into his skull as I write them..i can see them now..slowly taunting him..begging him to read them..

Such a fool..oh such a fool..