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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.
Empty chairs. Empty hearts.
For loveless fools like us.
Of course.
I’ve never wanted something rational.
It’s a blur from last Monday to this day.
I don’t think I’ll ever run out of happy photos.
This one stands out from the rest because it looks like we’re just hanging out. Who would think that, through the months and even during our stint as RLE group, we fought, hated, backstabbed, loved, made peace and made a pseudo support group with each other?
It’s been a crazy first semester.
But, then. That is just the beginning.
Prayer changes things.
Cathedral. Bacolod, 2011.
Just close your eyes and sing for me.
Bacolod, 2011.
Where do we go from here?
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
November, more than any other months.
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My blood rushes for something ice cold and sweet. Happy Halloween!
Dairy Queen. Manila, 2011.
The treat in my trick or treat.
Calea. Bacolod, 2011.
I need a happy photo.
But I’m too lazy to post process.
So.
char lang.
