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College senior. Superstudentnurse. Future civil rights lawyer. Writer. Artist. Sarcasm generator. Music geek+snob. Bookworm.
I thrive on my attachment to the world, books, music, films, television, fashion and art in general. I am strongest with a pen in my hand-- weakest against gratification.
These are the stories I write and this is my story. Someday, I will travel and change the world.
I used to hate people and the color pink, but then, I grew up. For more information, click on (duh) the information booth.
- Coldplay: When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?
- Me: No.
For loveless fools like us.
SING-ALONG video :)
My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
I just want to say thank you to Audrey and Aien who went with me to Starbucks yesterday and today, respectively.
Audrey and I Starbucksed simply because we both love it and, as guilty as we are for those who are starving in Africa, we just can’t help but make it our guilty pleasure. I also learned yesterday that they will be starting their Christmas promo for their 2012 planner and so…
Aien, the girl who, to put it plainly, hates Starbucks and has never even stepped in Starbucks since ever, accompanied me to start my Christmas quest into a perfect planner.
It’s bamboo covered and very native. It was hard to peek into its interiors but I tried and I like it.
I just want to say thank you to both of them.
And I am also hoping that I do not get fat.
That is highly unlikely when I am resolving to eat cheap lunch from now on just to give in to my stupid stupid gratifications.
It’s not stupid.
Maybe it is.
I’m superficial, this way.
But whatever.
P.S.
I’m also crossing my fingers and hoping that I do not get acid reflux from all these frappuccinos.
It doesn’t really take a lot to make me happy (except this) so I try not to feel so guilty about it.
:)
#gv
I was post processing photos and I saw this. It immediately reminded me of one of those songs that I’ve shoved into my pocket post-2008. And now, it’s back in my mental playlist.
Carry This Picture For Luck, Dashboard Confessional
September means my TV Shows are back!
I hope you all caught it.
So You Want To Be A Writer?
by: Charles Bukowskiif it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.there is no other way.and there never was.
