Four Months

I won't be able to go to school like the rest of you. Not right away, at least. I have four months more of extended vacation, and honestly, I don't want it. HAHAHA absurd, right? And I know what you're thinking: "She's totally going to regret saying that once she starts studying."

You're right. Maybe.

It's just that, for the past year, my brain has deteriorated into that of a first grader. I wasted so much time trying to learn things that were too easy to comprehend. I'm looking for that brain-churning action that would make me want to cry and commit suicide because of so much stress.

"Hmm, really now, Junessa."

Yes. Really. I want that kind of challenge, but at the same time, I want to be able to conquer it.

"Drama mo naman."

Talaga.

Call me a masochist, but I want it.

So, for the rest of my vacation, I'm going to try to work on my photography. I'm going to try to grow and learn as much as I can.

I'm going to bury myself in things that I want to do.

To you:

Please. Can we not do this right now? Can we just pretend like none of that happened? I can literally feel my brain slowly splitting into two.

Just stop bringing it up. Stop suggesting that I NEED THERAPY or a shrink or whatever because it makes me feel like I'm insane or even more emotionally unstable. And stop changing the word "therapy" to "help". Then again, maybe I do. Maybe I do need help.

FUCK YOU. GO AWAY. STOP MAKING ME THINK LIKE THAT.

And here I thought things were going smoothly. And then you say that.

I don't want to be selfish, but you're not the only person I'm looking out for.

OO NA, I'M UNRELIABLE. YES, I AM. BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT MYSELF, AND MYSELF ONLY. OO, TAMA KA.

Putangina.

AND YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT. WHEN IT COMES TO MY FRIENDS, IT'S EASIER TO SAY "YES". WHY? BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT LIKE YOU.

The reason I came back is because I just need the car and because I have important engagements. I DIDN'T COME BACK FOR YOU. Otherwise, I would still be at my sister's place.

-- I deleted this paragraph because it just dawned on me right after I posted it that it was too harsh.--

Because of what you've become, I will choose to be the better person. I refuse to end up becoming like you.

And now I'm regretting writing all of that. God, what have I become. Who is this person. Am I just totally selfish or am I allowed to act this way for a little bit?

Can't I just live like a normal 17-year-old? With a normal brain? With a normal life?

Fml.


Yes, Junessa. You are. You are fucking fucked up, and selfish.
So selfish.

Still Fucked

Well, I just feel confused. That's all. Even though I know what to do, I still have a hard time doing it. What's that? Accepting the way things are.

After that episode of mine, I got to take a break for at least four days. Actually, just two. People who I didn't want to see showed up in the middle of my four-day break, which kind of defeats the whole point of the fucking "break". So now we're down to just two days. Which really isn't a break. I might as well just call it a weekend.

FML.

It's not that I don't respect them, but I just don't like them at the moment. I don't know when I'll stop disliking them, but for now, let's just say.. It's going to be for a while.

What I hate about this arrangement is that it will forever be temporary. I will keep on going back to reality, or rather, being locked up here in my room writing sad stories about my life that nobody gives a fuck about. The solution to that iiis.. (drum roll) DING! mother fucking ACCEPTANCE.

You know the line, "Eh ganyan na talaga yan eh." It bothers me so much. If I can accept and change the way I am, why can't people do the same for me? I have a whole life ahead of me. I'm still young, but I'm afraid if they keep on "being that way" for the rest of my life, I'm going to fucking age. And get wrinkles at the age of 20. BUT NO. They can't do the same for me because they're fucking old and senile.

I've been wanting to stand on my own for so long, but I've been doing it all wrong this whole time. I didn't want to rely on anybody, and look where that got me. I ended up becoming everybody's burden. I didn't want anybody to worry about me because I kept on thinking they already have problems of their own, and the last thing I would want to be is to become part of what they have to think about.

I've had that mentality for so long, and like what people say, "A person can only take so much." Each person has his own emotional wage, and apparently, mine is fucking weak.

Tell me though, how can I not give in to this pressure? How can I remain completely sane for the rest of my fucked up life when I have to live with these people?

It's not fun T__T It's not fun to have to watch out for yourself all the time, for fear that you might lose your mind again. It's not fun to be like this.

I really, really, really want to say that I want to fucking give up, but I can't.

Some people might even think that my problem is shallow and that my thoughts and actions are immature, petty, and "OA". Well, yeah, I know it is. Is it? Idk. Whatever.

I'm human too. Just give me some space. I just realized that I'm "mentally" claustrophobic.

The Diary of a Teenage Queen's Giveaway!

HOLY CRAP I AM SO DESPERATE TO WIN THIS THING. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA WIN THIS LIKE OMG.


CHECK IT OUUUUT!!
http://thediaryofateenagequeen.blogspot.com/2012/05/teenage-queens-back-to-school-giveaway.html


DAMN. A REALLY AWESOME PLANNER, THAT FUCKING HOODIE THAT I'VE BEEN WANTING FOR SO LONG, THOSE CUTE BRACELETS, AND OMG OMG OMG A SATCHEL FROM BAGELLIA!!! FUCK. AND AND AND A FREE MANI-PEDI FROM POSH & GLAM!! FUCK FUCK. and omggggg A BOX OF DELICIOUS CUPCAKES FROM SPOONFUL OF SUGAR!!


HOLY SHIT!!


Okay maybe my obscene words might not let me win this thing, but ever since Hershey (The Teenage Queen) told me about this contest, I got soooo excited. BAM.


Like, really. I WANT TO WIN THIS SHIT. I'M FUCKING DESPERATE.
Lol can you feel the desperation?
It's just that... I want those things T__T They will make me very happy.


Okay bye.


PS: I WANNA WIN THIS THING OKAY.

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My mind is empty and full at the same time. How is that possible. I have contained a billion thoughts in my head and yet, I can't seem to hold on to just one simple idea.


Who was I when I wrote my previous blog? Now that I got the chance to read it again, I realized that that was a completely different person. I'm not usually like that, and it scares the living hell out of me.


I got the chance to.. Not be myself last night and let me tell you, it's not the greatest feeling known to man. It's not that bullshit thing going on these days called "YOLO", nor was it day dreaming. What happened to me was just plain freaky.


I'll skip the fucked up details because they're too nasty and it scares me whenever I get flashbacks from last night.


I'm slowly "recuperating" from that episode. God only knows if that'll happen again or not. If it does, at least I know what to do.


Escaping is temporary, acceptance is permanent.
A balance of both is possible, but to choose escaping alone is not the best idea.
At the end of the day, you still have to accept things and that they will remain that way forever.


Escape. Escape is a form of freedom you cannot abuse.
Kids, escaping is pathetic. It's completely pointless.
If you think "it's the only way out of here", it's not.
You'll find out why eventually.


All I can say is, it's what I did and it got me here -- a place only known to people who are lost.

When did you become like this?

When did I become like this? Who told me to become like this? I feel like I'm falling into a pit of darkness. No one can help me, nobody can hear me, and nobody would try to find me. I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless and numb.

A simple phone call. That's my only duty as a responsible human being. BUT NO. Why do I have to be such an idiot. Not even a text. Nothing. And that scumbag iPhone of mine likes to turn itself off even if it still has 70% of battery left. And it picked this specific day to be like that. Why. Why me. Why now.

When did I become like this.

When did I start becoming so distant. When did I start shutting myself off to everyone around me. Why did I become like this.

I'm only a child. And somehow, a part of me refuses to believe so. All I've been wanting was to become successful. All I've been worrying about is myself and how I could get out of here.

When did I become like this.

When did I start not caring about anybody else other than myself. When did I become so selfish. Why did I become like this.

My mother thinks she's an insignificant entity. It's all because of me, the person who she now thinks is a failure, a disappointment, a useless, and an irresponsible being.

When did I become like this.

I'm so afraid of myself.

Why did I become like this.

I don't know what else to do.

The last person I can lean on, which is my mom, has now turned her back on me.

The last person whom I thought would never abandon me, already left me in the dark, all alone, left to fend for myself.

I can't do this without her. I can't do this without Him.

When did I become like this.

Why did I become like this.

I don't know how to get out of here.

I just want to go away, but at the same time I want to stay.

Ever since he came back.. Ever since he came back. I know I wasn't the same.

Ever since he came back, all I ever wanted to do was go away.

Ever since he came back, life became much easier, and much harder at the same time.

Ever since he came back, I didn't know what to do.

I taught myself to hide and keep my thoughts to myself, not bothering to let anyone in.

And now this is what I get.

You think you know everything.

You think you can handle everything.

You just can't. You're weak. Stop pretending to be so strong. You can't do this on your own.

You're so afraid of becoming the bad person when you've actually started being one.

When did you become like this. Why did you become like this.

You forget to say things like "thank you" and "I love you" to the most important people in your life.

Stop trying to grow up and just live in the present.

Know what you have to do and do it.

And now you've become irresponsible. You've taken everything for granted. Life is just paying you back a thousand times.

You're a disappointment.

You're worthless.

You're different.

When did you become like this. Why did you become like this.

When did I become like this.

Why did I become like this.

Just because I can't sleep.

The more she wakes up, the more that she buries her face in her pillow, refusing to see the light of day. Whenever she closes her eyes, flashes from last night's dream keep appearing. She didn't know waking up could be this exhausting.

Giving up, her head slowly crept out from beneath the sheets. She slowly turned to the direction of her bedroom window while gradually squinting her eyes. The bright sunlight became a reminder; it's another day. Another day to get over with, and another to do simply nothing but.. This.

Staring out of her window became the ultimate pastime. Just watching the trees sway with the wind. Listening to the rustling of the leaves and the neighbors' door-banging was a symphony. Hearing footsteps approaching her bedroom door was a drag for she knew, someone was going to disturb this peace that she was asking for for a very long time.

She lets out a sigh and gives in to life's daily pressures. She lazily pushed back the blanket with her legs and got up while letting out a loud grunt as if a boulder was laid on her chest. She let her feet hang from the side of the bed while her eyes scanned the floor for her slippers. She let out another sigh because she realized they got pushed back under the bed. Like a dead seal, she half-stood, half-crawled to get to the floor to reach for her slippers, only to find out they were on the other side of the bed, which was entirely out of her reach.

Forcing herself to get up, she gripped onto the sheets of her bed and crawled and flopped on top of it and she stayed there for a while. Just breathing in the smell of her own hair and the smell of fresh laundry.

She closed her eyes and realized that it wasn't a really bad morning, but then she remembered her dream. He was in it. Oh how hard was he to forget. Her heart quickly thumped hard against her skin, allowing that thought to enter her head. She decided to let it slip past her mind. Yet again.

She violently shook her head and said, "No, no. Not anymore."

There she was. Standing up again. Forced, maybe. But she was getting stronger.

She got a hold of her slippers and wore them. She stopped to breathe and bask in the warm sunlight that crept in her room.

She walked and went out, closing the door behind her without even looking back.

To that Homewrecker

I grew up without you. I got to learn about reality without you. What makes you think I need you? LOL maybe I just need you to feed me, clothe me, provide shelter and fund my education. Other than that, I'm all good.


People warned me about you. You think I'm stupid? I know exactly who you are and what you've done to my family. Yeah, even as a child, I was pretty smart enough to know what you did. And so, I learned to live life without you. Don't you dare think I'm the most ignorant person on this planet that you can brainwash. I'M NOT A CHILD ANYMORE. I'm sorry, but I grew up to be very judgemental and very wary of people's attitudes & behaviors.


And about my siblings. YOU FUCKER. DON'T YOU DARE THINK THEY MARRIED THEIR HUSBANDS JUST TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. Well I guess that's a teeeeeny tiny factor, BUT that's not the point. Those two knew what LOVE is. HA. Bitch, you think you know what love is? IKAW? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOODNESS. JUST DIE AND GO TO HELL. A FUCKING WOMANIZER THINKS HE KNOWS WHAT LOVE IS? WOOOOOWWW.


How dare you speak like that. Don't assume that you know each and every one of us. Thank God I'M NOT AS STUPID AS YOU. Oh, so your judge of character is excellent? GREAT JOB ENTRUSTING MY FUTURE IN SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING, YOU ASSWIPE.


I hate you. I really hate you.


I know I have a lot more things to thank you for, but.. I still hate you. I really do.

Bullshit

I do curse a lot. That makes me one of those (frustrated) writers who seem so optimistic about their lives when in fact, it just makes us more fucking realistic. I mean, who doesn't curse these days?

Oh well, that was just a thought. (How ladylike of me. Fuck dat shit.)

Sweet Jesus, I hate drama.

Yeah, that coming from a girl with anger management issues and bipolar tendencies, but COME ON. I can't even begin to describe how much I loathe drama. All that shouting, the endless exchange of scarring thoughts, the IMMATURITY. And of course, you've got to love the "I will ignore you for the rest of my life" kind of thing, forcing yourself to take extra precaution every time you go out, all because you fear that "we meet again" incident will happen again because that will cause a spark of awkwardness between the two of you.

Let's get real though. Why would you even feel that way? Why can't we just live like we never even knew the person? Let's stop the fear, the intense stalking on Facebook through your friend's account, and the awkward eye contact that we're all trying to avoid. Well, we just do that because we want to live in a world where that person is a stranger (again). And because we want to show that person that we have learned to forget, and that we can continue to live on.

What's up with all that bitterness. We can't alter the past so we could change the future. What happened, happened for a reason. That person doesn't deserve a place in your future. Move on. It's okay. Nobody can stop you from walking away. Life can be harsh. And there will be times when Life will sneak up behind your back and will scare the living daylight out of you. It will bring an entity from the past to your present for two reasons; one, because that person deserves a place in your future, or two, he just wants to fuck your life up so your list of "things to worry about" will become longer.

It still depends on your outlook on life. If you're a person like me, who tries to avoid drama as much as she can, BUT the drama never fails to make its way back to screw her over, WELP. Good luck to us. Let's just think of it this way -- we're totally in demand. People always think about us.

LOL that's totally immature. But what the heck.

I'm slowly learning how to not give a fuck. IT'S SUPER FUN, but it's kind of hard (lol especially if you always have a say in everything. LIKE ME.)

I don't even know why I wrote this. Maybe it's because, drama is for high school; a place where everything mattered, where even the simplest thing could break us, and where it's all OHMYGOD and SHIT.

Okay I don't even know what I just wrote, but whatever. Yeah. (stop talking please)

#randomrant

I just wish he was real.

I really really really hate falling in love with fictional characters.

I watched The Avengers again. Woo for the second time around.
It will never get old because it's too damn EPIC.


For those who have been stalking (loljk) me on Facebook, you all know I'm totally in love with Robert Downey Jr. and his fictional counterpart, Anthony Stark AKA Iron Man. I SWEAR he's just oozing with sex appeal. Would you just look at that. I seriously cannot get over him.

Okay this one's kinda gay, but I love how the photo was taken. Maybe it was all for the
artistic purposes of the picture. Yep.

Reasons, Excuses, Whatever.

Call it whatever you want.

A little background:

My mom asked me the other day if I was happy with my life. I looked at her, wondering if I should tell her the truth. Then suddenly, the most pathetic answer slipped its way out of my mouth. "Well, I'm happy in the sense that I'm not unfortunate." WOW Junessa. If I were to re-do that, I probably wouldn't have said anything instead. Just to give her a hint that I'm definitely not happy. I'm a miserable bitch right here, cooped up in her room, listening to music through her noise-reduction headphones because her fucking earphones are nowhere to be found.

This ain't a charity showcase. "Hell no, your dad's rich right?" Common misconception, children. HE'S rich, not me. LOL. You guys ever heard of Scrooge? Yeah I thought so.

The internet has always been a form of escape for me. It's the wall that I build to protect myself from reality. It's another world that I can easily create with a few clicks, and I can easily destroy it in seconds. It's a risky life to handle because wars can also happen here; but who cares. Nobody actually cares. As long as people mind their own business. Just like in real life. (at least my generation doesn't give a fuck about whatever I say)

I'm currently living alone with the two most psychotic & bipolar creatures on this planet. I've been abandoned in this war zone, left to fend for myself against those two. It's as if a fucking zombie apocalypse happens everyday the second they violently barge into my room without any warning just to piss me off about something.

You can never reason out with people like them because they will always think they're right. Like zombies, really. They just want human flesh. And being the good parents that they are, they just "want what's best for me" and "they're just worried about me". End result? Me, eating my own shit in front of them, while forcing myself to smile and say "OH MY GOD THIS TASTES JUST LIKE CHOCOLATE".

And therefore, I seek refuge here on the internet. People may silently judge me behind their laptop screens. I prefer that (yeah for now) because at least I can listen to silence, the sound of keys being murdered on the keyboard, and possibly Coldplay. And for a moment, I won't hear my mother's nagging, nor my dad's broken record about his "climb to success".

Now, what would I do if they see this? I'd probably kill myself of course.

The internet is the safest, and not the safest place for me, actually. If I just talk to anyone about this, well, it wouldn't be as therapeutic. And besides, my folks aren't unique beings. I'm pretty sure someone else is suffering just like me. Maybe that's just me being desperate, but I wouldn't really know.

SO, if you're with me on this, join me as we stand up against the most bipolar creatures in our lives. They're both the villains and our allies in this universe. All we have to do is plaster a smile on our faces and say "YES" all the time.

Because the moment you say no, you better start running, you idiot. Nobody says no to those creatures.

Well, that's what you call "life".

I like car rides. I get to see a part of the never-ending earth and the vast sky all framed in the windshield of our car, just like a photograph. It's fascinating to see something that moves while the other simply stays in place. With that thought, I always look up. At least I know something's going to stay forever.

Despite the idiocy of Philippine pedestrians, I love seeing them go about their daily lives, just walking towards their destination, conversing with the person they're with, lighting up a cigarette, and simply going forward.

Oh well, those are just random thoughts.

My friend phoned me about an hour ago and she told me the good news. Geraldine Fajardo, one of my good friends, passed the amazingly-hard-but-can-easily-mind-fuck-you-into-thinking-that-it's-easy transferee exam of the Ateneo de Manila University! (lol that was a mouthful) Congratulations, buddy. I feel like a proud momma. Go and reprezent, you bitch <3 #gangsterfeel (yeah I like hash tags now)

(I know you're reading this because obviously, I linked it to you, but yeah just read it like you didn't know I wrote about you.)

My initial response to that was shouting a bajillion OHMYGOD's to the phone, not caring whether the neighbors can hear me, because I was so thrilled for my friend.

And then I felt a sudden jolt of panic and depression right after I put down the phone. I went outside to get a glass of water. It wasn't enough, so I went inside my mom's room and told her the good news. She simply stared at me, probably knowing how I really felt. I laid down beside her, she hugged me, and I cried.

Don't get me wrong, I'm genuinely happy for my friend. Really. But I'm not happy for myself. I suddenly didn't know what I wanted, I felt torn, and I felt scared about this huge risk I'm about to take.

Well, one, it's because I don't know if I have a definite future even though the career I want to pursue is in demand. BUT that's exactly why I'm scared. Since everyone's into it (photography), how the fuck can I stand out? How. The. Fuck. Will. I. Succeed. In. Life. Knowing that this is all I'm good at, and I don't have other back up plans.

Well, as you all know (at least for those who actually read my shit), I really wanted to get into ADMU; but my dad had different plans for me. Obviously, I can't argue with him. He didn't even let me submit my application even though I already took the exam. So our family put our whole trust in this idiot who said he'd take care of everything (I was applying for UPD-CFA) because he thinks he's the freaking boss of this universe. OUR MISTAKE, because this shit brain couldn't even count to three.

I ended up crying my guts out because I thought I was going to end up in this situation:

1. Drop out of college.

2. Spend all day, everyday in the gym.

3. Get a job as a stripper.

4. Become a porn star.

5. Hugh Hefner won't want to take me in.

6. I end up as a homeless bitch.

Yeah I have a vivid imagination, in case you haven't noticed.

The thing with risks is, you don't live life without taking some of them. I keep telling myself before that I will succeed in life, I will be known for what I love to do, and it will be the reason why I will keep on living in the future. Sure, taking up this course (and that's the other thing, I'm not sure yet if I'm gonna get in but they say it's easy but I don't wanna take it for granted) might limit my options in the future, but life will never be fun if you only walk on a smooth, clean, and wide road that's been paved for you.

Walking on a tightrope will be a challenge, but nothing will beat the thrill of going through it; the fear of almost falling and recovering your balance, the moment when you actually do fall and hang on for your dear life and getting back up again, and the fulfilling feeling of taking the last few steps to the end of the rope and actually finishing walking through that bitch.

Once you get to the end of that tightrope, you will thank yourself for not letting go. At the end, everybody's watching you, eager to give you a big round of applause because they're so amazed and proud of you. And because not everyone can do what you just did, you're a pot of gold. You're priceless. You're golden. You're up and above and nobody can bring you down.

My mom (though she can be a psychotic witch sometimes) made me realize that. She knows what I want and she backs me up on it. Maybe she knows that I will succeed. As long as someone like her (though she's wired to think that way) believes in me, I'm safe and good to go.

That tightrope? Well, that's what you call "life".

(life's a bitch kbye)

Spontaneity

OH I sweaaar to God, whenever I'm with (the awesome) Hershey Neri, we always get lucky. In the weirdest, and most unexpected ways, we're always offered free stuff and/or cool opportunities. HAHAHA and we weren't even supposed to go out to day, so everything was a blessing in disguise.


(Follow Hershey's blog for more fun! http://www.thediaryofateenagequeen.blogspot.com/)

So okay, a bunch of stuff happened, but it's all a surprise for now. But I can tell you, it might give a kick (no pun intended) to the impression given to my portfolio. YAY :D hahaha

Here's the BTS photos :)

Japoy sipping on his tea.

Hershey Neri briefing Japoy about that surprise :)

OKAY so after that thing we had at Moonleaf, Hershey told me she'll treat me to a manicure! And of course, I'm so game for that haha. ANYTHING FOR FREE AHAHA. She suggested this place near our subdivision called Posh & Glam. It was perfect timing because I've been so curious about what's in that building (that was actually a town house) that was in construction for almost a year. The wait was worth it though, 'cause the interior was nice, and it was just all-around attractive. It's purely a girl's haven. Well, one thing, because the store's theme is pink. Hahaha.

They sell clothes (various imported brands) in the first floor, and the second floor is the pampering place. Yay. And I got an impromptu pedi. I wasn't even supposed to have one because I'm already broke and I was wearing the wrong pair of shoes, but the staff was very accommodating, and they have Orly products. Temptatioooon~ AND GUESS WHAT HAHAHA since I was wearing closed shoes, their staff was kind enough to lend me a pair of slippers! As in, I can go home wearing them. But of course I'll have to return it (naks good girl). HAHA they can easily stalk me though, 'cause I already have my address written on my record in their shop :))

While Hershey and I were having our mani's & pedi's, the owner of Posh & Glam went downstairs to greet us. Hershey did her PR talk, and the owner happily obliged to become her next sponsor for her blog! Yay! AND BECAUSE OF THAT, we got free stuff (not the slippers though). As in, she gave us those little bottles of hand sanitizers worth 150, AND she even fed us merienda. =)) HAHA royal treatment, I tell you.

And by the way, it rained so hard while we were finishing up. I guess that's why we got the chance to witness the awesomeness this store has! :D And we didn't want our pedicures to get ruined. Yep.

On the second floor.

View from the stairs. This is the first floor.
By the way, that chick in the yellow  shirt, she's the architect
of that building, who is also the niece of the shop's owner.

Abundance in products haha.

Their attention to detail is great.

And the clothes they sell are actually nice AND very affordable.
But I was broke, soo.. No shopping for me.

Free stuff! HAHA

I was surprised by the staff when they handed me my shoes in their paper bag!
So sweet.

Thank you!

<3

Testing, 1, 2, 3.

And ignorance is being a coward.

Just so I could see what this bad boy can do when it comes to posting shit with pictures. Testing, 1, 2, 3.

And by the way, that's my friend's cool notebook. She's got pretty notes hahaha. So hipster. I took a picture of it with my iPhone then I edited it in the Snapseed app. Great app by the way.

Ohh look I'm talking (typing) a lot. Huh. Maybe this blog is exactly what I need. Hahaha.

Noob

OHAI!

LOL Idk what to do here. I used to write blogs waaay back when I was still a high school freshman. Or I think I started when I was in the 5th grade or something. Of course those things didn't make sense to me before haha. And the stuff I wrote were either rants, or something completely pointless.

WELL, I can foresee the future of this blog. HAHA yeah, you know it. It will be full of rants, pointless things, and pictures.

I've been thinking of putting up a blog like ages ago, but I've been really lazy to actually think about what I want to say & how to say it right so I could make a novel out of one thought that bugs me. But it's my blog, so who the heck cares YAY!

Omg I can feel the liberation now. Wooo. So, I might as well post my rants here than on Facebook or something HAHAHA.

But don't worry, I'll be posting shit like photo blogs or whatever. If I'm not too lazy -__- OH WELL. It's worth a try. If I don't abandon this thing in a month, then give me a pat on the back 'cause I'm sticking with it.

Sincerely,

Your Shutterbug friend

P.S.: You like my multicolored header? Yeah I thought so.