turning him around

I've been labeled by my friends as the local brown version of snow white since i'm the one with the shortest crowning glory. All of us are princesses with our very own princes (imaginary.. all of us are single actually.) and my prince is charming.

Prince charming- the one who will save me from being buried in a glass coffin made my elves.

Of course, snow white died out of a bitten piece of a red, juicy apple from her stepmom disguised as an ugly old woman. My case is kind of different. I've been poisoned by my very own prince charming. The person who is supposed to smother me with love is the very reason why I'm rotting in awe.

Who in the world could fantasize a man named CHARMING? This actually is the very reason why the call me snow white- my crushes are all GAY.

Yes, my prince charming has eyes for his own prince. And what hurts more is that he's secretly telling me his love-love and platonic fantasies of his "theory" when I'm actually dreaming of my days with him.

he knows i like him. I've told him a couple of times and he laughed at the absurdity of my feelings. he said it was impossible. What a dope! he doesn't even understand to begin with.

I don 't know how long i'll have to put up with his ridiculous attitude. i don't know when I'll surrender to change his perverted mind. i don't know when I'll get over something too normal in me. (waH! na OC ako!) but i like him. so even if he keeps on avoiding this topic, one day, I'll make him regret saying that my feelings are crap.

Hajime-Begin!

Hajime- the Japanese translation for the words 'start' and 'begin'


That thought just hit me the second i started making this blog. This is my first "real" blog after i tried writing down my thoughts on a piece of paper and transferring it to fs.

I don't usually make this things public. Most of them were intended to be read by myself and the rusty old sewing machine drawer I'm using as a study table. Sometimes, i let a couple of friends read it because they felt bored living life with an unending repetition of events similar to yesterday's accounts.

boring, indeed.

it might be also because of my incessant stereotyped life that i am using someone else's account in this flat screened samsung computer set in the university library, scanning through the web for new shoujo mangas to read, and writing this blog of mine for everyone to know that they're not the only ones with a humdrum feeling towards monotonous living.

I'm tired. I want to watch anime from dawn till dusk. I want to lie on my bed till my back aches without doing anything. I want to stay in school and chat with my friends and get good grades with less effort. I want to eat french fries dipped in ice cream sundae (though people found it disgusting). I want to see Johnny Depp in person. I want to hear people say how i've touched their forewretched(?) lives. I want to make a difference.

This could be the beggining. Hajimeruyo.


Dear me... If I want all of this to happen, I should stay awake.

^^