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I’m a Figure Waiting for an Artist

What makes a person human are the experiences that have sculpted them into unique figures. I have broken down countless times but recovered and stood up through all of them. It’s not just the scars that made me ‘Me’ but also the tear-jerking and laughable memories.

There are so many experiences that sculpted the ‘Denise’ they know but this part of my past that I’m going to retell is one of the most biggest chisels that has ever touched me. It was my very first heartache in high school. I used to be the girl who didn’t care what others are feeling but it changed since the day I made a mistake to cut the connection between me and a certain guy. I really loved him that every time a memory of us pops up, I cried. I’ve never been so vulnerable my life. I let that pull my grades down and ruin my relationship with my family and friends. But it was so ironic that he was also the one who helped me stand up again (indirectly). I moved on bit by bit and matured at the same time.

This scar would always remind me that I’m now stronger. It didn’t renew myself but it made a noticeable change on my personality, attitude and thinking. Just because it sounds awful doesn’t really mean it’s all bad but it can also be a shocking thing that could change your point of view.

I was practicing for the ACET essay :)) It’s something about: an experience that has defined you ata =)))) I know..It’s bad. hahaha! I’ll try to work on my vocabulary and writing bago mag September. hahaha! Just realized that I suck at this.


Walang kwenta na blog ko. hahaha. deactivate na kaya ako?

pero gusto ko pa magreblog eh………..


Okay. Unfollow me now. HAHAHAHHAAHHA. I regret nothing

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Kulang na lang maglagay ako ng poster ni Kim Soo Hyun sa room ko -_-

NA-OBSESS AKO. FUUUUUUU. HOW? WHY? I CANNOT UNDERSTAND. IT IS NOT NORMAL FOR ME TO LIKE KOREAN IDOLS.


DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE LURED?

GAHHHHHHHHHHHH. Food in front of me……..The fish was talking to me inside my head……It heard it say “Eat me. You must be very hungry. You’re tired. You’re sleep deprived. Don’t you want to eat just a little? You must not be too hard on yourself. Come on. Eat me.” I just ate 10 spoonfuls of rice for dinner. I was supposed to eat only 4 spoonfuls. And for that, I must punish myself. HAHAHAHAHA. I AM SO WEIRD :))) I shouldn’t be posting things like these on tumblr xD

Sooo……….This is the first day of my awesome diet. After 200 days, I must be in tip top shape for asdfghjkl (you don’t wanna know >:))))))


I am on a diet.

I AM SO HUNGRYY. I KEEP SEEING ALL THESE YUMMY FOOD ON TUMBLR. STOPPP IT. HAHAHHAA


Sleep Deprived

I only get 3-5 hours of sleep. I blame it on Dream High. It’s so good that I don’t hesitate watching crappy shows for 3 whole hours just to wait for Dream High. Let’s make that 2 hours. PBB IS crappy but it never fails to get my attention. I admit that it is a bit (only a bit) interesting. And then I watch Gossip Girl or read a book for 1 or 2 hours after watching because I can’t manage to close my eyes and effin sleep.

My body clock is just full of shite. Just look at it -_-

11 AM - Wake Up! + Breakfast
3 PM - Lunch
10 PM - Dinner
11 PM - Snacks
2 AM - Sleeping Time 

The effort of increasing my metabolism for one whole month = RUINED.




HAHHAHAA. There was this girl who was trying to take a picture of herself with Chris Hemsworth. The camera was broken. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. FAIL
Smiiiile!
My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world.

(Source: romanceinthedarkness)


The Perfect Meet-Up

I have never thought of taking a guy seriously. And when I say seriously that means I-want-to-marry-you-and-have-kids. I don’t know why but I really don’t want to find the right person at a young age. I still have a lot to learn. I still have lots of things I want to do while I have single as a relationship status. I want to be mature enough when I meet him :) Okay….so what is the perfect meet-up for me? Why would you even care to read this. hahahahahaha!

I’m sitting outside a cafe reading a classic book while sipping my latte before I go to work in the evening. I put my book down for a second and catch someone looking at me. I smile because I notice that he’s reading the same novel. He pretends that he just noticed that I’m also reading the same novel. He waves at me and walks towards me. He asks me if he could sit and talk. I replied with a nod and a cheesy grin. He accidentally brushes my hand and I blush but I try to hide it. He laughs when he spots my rosy cheeks. I continue reading my book but all of a sudden he tells me his out-of-this-world theory. I join in because of my interest in out-of-this-world things. After long hours of blabbering and laughing, my phone rang. I glance at my phone and see that it’s my co-worker. I suddenly realize that I’m almost late for work. I say goodbye but then he asks me to stay. I tell him I’m late for work. Then he asks me out for another cup of latte tomorrow morning. And of course I said yes.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Uhhh…2022 maybe? :)))


I don’t even know what beautiful means anymore

In our everyday facebook lives (assuming that you have one), we always get to see a lot of profile pictures and (admit it) we would sometimes scroll down just to look at the comments. I always notice a you’re so gorgeous/pretty/cute/beautiful comment. Now I always question myself. If that is what they call beautiful then everything should be called beautiful, right? I don’t think you could measure beauty by just looking at their pictures (what I mean by pictures are photographs of themselves smiling in front of the camera). They tend to set a standard so low that you ask yourself: What is beautiful?

Is it human? a guy? a girl? Is it a thing? Is it an animal? Is it some kind of scene? It’s really confusing. This is why “They’re beautiful in their own way” was born. Probably you’ve heard of this so many times but I measure beauty both on the inside and the outside. Inside? Bla bla bla bla insert tear-jerking words here bla bla bla is their personality. HAHAHAHA. I don’t need to explain that to you, right? :)) Outside? It may sound kinda confusing but you can see the inside by looking on the outside. To make it clear I’ll give you something.

There was this person you met a few days ago. That person asked you on a date/friendly meeting/whatever you call it. You began to know him/her little by little. Yadda yadda yadda you know what happens/you fall in love with each other but not knowing each others feelings bla bla bla. Then there’s this scene wherein you look at her eyes and see that she/he really likes you.

Now that’s beautiful! Just by gazing at that person’s eyes you can already tell what that person felt for you. Do you get it now? You see the inside by looking at the outside. If you don’t……………….you must be normal then. At that moment, both his/her eyes and the picture forming in your mind is beautiful.


Anonymous asked: Hi!! :) just wanna ask where you get your theme?

forgot na eh. sorry :)) theme garden.lol