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Oh hello. I am B. 18. lass. nursing student.bLogger. stylist. teentalker.
Friday, May 29, 2009
I'm Happily Satisfied. Rest are still unwritten.

Life...

What's my life all about? I've been infront of lime light since then, yet it start to change when I start my life in college. Where I end up loving my life as a simple living organism.

This past few years of my life, I admit, that I love dating boys... Lots of boys. "Collect and collect then select." A good motto for any girls who have lots of men waiting for their yes. ( Gees I started to sound such insane mammal here.) But honestly, I love dating guys. Lots of guys. Here's this, basketball player, which turns out the MVP of UAAP Jr. (Can you guess who's he?) There's this guy, Fil-Am-Chi-Spa (Filipino-American-Chinese-Spanish) whom I dated just 3 months time(such a loser!), a man whom can be unbearble ever who is sooooooo boastful of their wealth, and lately I discovered the dirty politics of his family (shh! Gees...) and latest ex whom I really called my first true love, the most amazing guy I've ever met. Yes indeed, until now.
But frankly speaking... most of my ex-boyfriends are let's say... NAGIGING Mr. Inrtams... (bakt ganun ano???)


Yet somethings changed, as I stepped my foot on the pace of college, my perceptions begun unwind its laces. I've been inlove with a guy whom I really know doesn't exist. But I was wrong. Not too soon, I've fallen to his venom of love. Punctured all over my heart, whom he and only he can cure. Soon, we've been hanging out... Time for something new, something new I wanted to last...

Let's listen to the tickling of the clock...
and see every drop of the ink of thy ballpen...
cause still the rest of ours... are still unwritten.


MOOD: in love.


xoxo,
blue.