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Two days ago, mom got me a new phone because apparently, my old one started being sucky and she thought applying me for a postpaid plan would be much convenient since I don't answer her texts 'cause I'm broke as fck and I can't even afford to buy myself load.

...And I'm currently blogging via an Android app. Hello! And its screenshot's right (left) there. You're welcome! It's Blogaway, by the way.

Social Media Sucks

I hate that kind of relationship wherein one is holding on and fighting for it while the other half is not exerting any effort to keep it going. I don't know what makes me hate it though... is it because the other one's too stupid to realize that that is pointless or is it because the other one's too dumb to realize that s/he has a loyal mate up there? Either way, I never had the chance to experience that 'cause I've never been into any relationship (except this) so I have no right to drop any advice. Heh. Who knows? I might or might not experience that but hopefully I won't 'cause no one likes to be in such kind of situation. BUT LADIES, know when to give up. Some guy made me feel unworthy before and giving up my feelings for him was the best decision I made in my entire eighteen years of existence. It was really difficult at first for I thought he was the best guy I could ever have but heck, Prince Charming came and proved me wrong. Now I am at my happiest state and I am more than sure that this will go on forever. Heeee, cheeseballs.

Anyway, don't mind me. I just wrote this because some of my friends had gone emo on their tweets and FB statuses and yes, the chismosa in me was bothered.

I, Vomiting Words

Have you ever been so immensely frustrated?

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Well, I did. Or I do. I can't write and I don't know why is that. It has been the source of my (super slight) depression lately for I can't seem to weave words the way I used to-- like I finally rusted or something, and that I consider a nightmare. What's worse is that it's been going on for months and I can't find a remedy to my predicament. I don't know, it looks to me like this: I. Am. Doomed.

Or not. Whatever. The past semester in school required a lot of researching, analyzing, and of course, writing. Most of the time, I'd get grades not higher than 90... okay, 88, and it undoubtedly made me doubt if I could actually write or not... and I'm starting to think not because all signs point to NO. Argh. Considering that I'm "the writer", the one with the most experience, the one who writes well... where did I lose it? My driving force when it comes to writing? I haven't even typed an awesome sentence in this one hell of a post about how-I-can't-write-anymore! This is driving me insane, sad, worried, and every little thing that won't suffice to this whole starting-to-suck dilemma. I'm starting to believe that I'm losing it and I'm nowhere near reclaiming it. I... I guess I failed.

I am staying positive though. Note to self: One day, you will write better than you did, better than anybody else did. One day. Now all I need is something to keep me going and eventually, to lead me back on track. I just hope I find it soon or I might consider slitting my throat if this goes on. Kidding! Alongside, I am hopeful that this blog will be back in its tiptop shape. Soon. And hopeful!

No Complains

September is on its verge, as well as this school year's first semester! Do I hear a "Huzzaaaah!"?

The past few weeks had been hellish. There was even a time that I went out for 13 straight days to do school-related stuff! And did I mention that it required late dismissals too? It did. We had practices and shootings for our Spanish class, shopping and booth fixing for Phil Lit's exhibit, ballet theater for Humanities, and blah blah blah. I can't even squeeze my mind for extra infos to put in here! Bet I'm too soupy and in dire need of rest.

The bottomline is I am happy. New bonds are made and old ones were strengthened. I got to experience new things and explore new places. I have known my abilities, capacities, and a whole lot of other discoveries about myself. Despite being enervated, I am in no place to complain for these are all for the books and this means I'm alive.

Ralph and I even got to celebrate our first anniversary as MUs. I know! My estimated two weeks of romance punched me in the face. 5ever!!!

And I am keeping this short, ending it here now, really. Just one more week and it's sembreak, yeayyy! And I'm off to review and do projects.

But wait! Photodump in 3... 2... 1...

Photo courtesy: Michelle dela Cruz, Charmaine Cayaban, Dhanica Rose Estoque