Just Bug Off.

Ayusin mo nga yang buhay mo.

Excuse me. My life is perfectly fine. You, my dear, are my only problem.

My Greed and I.

I never seem to have a concrete idea on what I'd want to be when I grow up. I used to always think of what it is that I want to do after college. Study? Work? What what whaaaat?

Well. I have FOIYNALLY figured it out!

...I want to be stinking rich.
Wahahaha.

Seriously speaking though, I really do.

I'm totally convinced that I belong in the artsy fartsy world. I want to be a (fashion) photographer, a model, a dancer, a broadway-er and a fashion designer (even just a simple line would be good). I hope I get to be at least two. :D

Finally. It's a Friday. I can sleep in tomorrow morning. It's been one long week! I had so many things to do, and I had so many meals to skip XD It's a little comforting to think that I can sleep in even until like 9 AM tomorrow... Then again, next week'll eventually turn out to be another busy one. Midterms are coming up. EEK.

I am afraid of STAT101. Man. I don't want to fail again. INTPHIL is enough.

I really really really want to be a really good dancer. (Wow, so many "really"s in that sentence.) I wish I could be like sir Peter. He's so cool. He's my idol. I swear.

I need money :( I hate being such a spender. And Christmas is coming up! Goodness, I really gotta save up for Christmas presents! And I want a new pair of boooooooooots :D

Pushing. Way. TOO. Hard.

Sleepy. Super.
Had dance class after like a month or so and my body hurts like hell. And lots of schoolwork to do. Haaay. Photography especially. Too many pictures to take and develop.


I fell on my butt like around 3 to 4 times today during dance class. Stupid, really. I couldn't do this little twirl in the air thing. I kept doing it wrong, and I'd eventually twirl then fall flat on my rear. Really embarrassing. Swear. And it made me feel bad.

I push myself too hard. But that's how I am. I always think that I'm not good enough. Oddly enough, I get casted... Sometimes for a lot of dances... And sometimes, casted with the good ones, which is really unbelievable. I'm confused. I know I'm not that good... But I get casted anyway.

Well I guess I shouldn't complain. I just want to be better, that's all. Yeah, yeah, I have time to grow. But you can't stop me from feeling this way, now would you?

I'm too tired to put color here. Sorry this post is so blunt and ranty and blah. I'm in dire need of sleep. But I have too much things to do. I'll just finish my INBROAD paper. Or at least try to.

Hope you're happy, world. Hope you're not caught up in haywires like me.

Fright of the Century.

I recently found out that my mother will be having her menopause pretty soon.

GOD BLESS MY SOUL.