GOOD MORNING, MANILA

I cannot believe the love that people have been sending me here and my email. Also, it is the first time in decades (or ever) that I have gotten over 400 hits here in my blog in 36 hours. Yes, I am concerned about my hits--I have obsessed about it a little, last time I check it was 21,318 (look at it now!). I am sure that most of you are wondering what this is about... I am referring to my tribute for my brother, D.A. who passed away in 2007. I am a little bit second-guessing whether I should post the photo here or not... Maybe later. I love how I was able to share my story through ink and I did not expect that some people share the same story, as well.

Anyhow, (and since I am not posting or sharing the link YET), here is the quote that, oddly enough, moved people to tears. I say oddly enough because I feel this everyday. Maybe this quote is something that has been innate in me since 2007. It takes a lot of getting used to and once you have, you accept it.

My older brother, D.A. passed away in Feb 2007. I miss him every day. I have been meaning to get a tattoo for him. Never Forget is his tag line. “I will Never Forget the time when you held my hand, told me everything was gonna be okay; I will Never Forget the time when I found out that you wished for a little sister; I will Never Forget February 28, 2007 because that was the day when I knew a piece of my heart will be missing forever”

I love you always, Ahya D.A. I miss you everyday. I will Never Forget you.

Do you have any idea what I had done?

My cousin, Clara is a budding photographer (among so many awesome things she does--she is the most beautiful, smartest people I know... Yep, beauty and brains). Below are some of my favorite photos that she took of me and my sister. She is also responsible for the makeup and little trinkets on our faces. Very talented!


This is my favorite photo. Look at how pretty my sister, Zia is!


Another favorite photo. I have had this scar under my lower lip since I was 1. I still remember the accident. Weird.


I feel old, today marks my sister's last first day of highschool.


Look at Zia's pretty face. And Harley's too.

ONLY THESE 2

Before I begin swamping the next entry with photos of me and my sister, I would like to share my "beauty regimen"--or lack thereof. Thanks to "Name" who commented on my chatbox, I have realized how reckless and pitiless I am with regard to skin care. My skin is far from flawless. Believe me. I have very apparent dark circles around my eyes; I have had my fair share of acne and blemishes; I have no care for my skin, in general. I have been to the derma once in my life and I do not intend to go back again. It is rare that I drink water, I do not eat vegetables (unless it is a Waldorf salad). I do not eat on time--I am filled with junk food, I love oily food.

I would, however, like to share two products.


This is what I use for my face, Avene Cleanance Soapless Gel. I love how just a pea-size would remove the excess oil on my face.


This is my favorite scent, Japanese Cherry Blossom, which I do not use regularly--only when I am in the mood.

I back-read this and realize how lame it is. I am sorry.

WINGWALKER

"Say what you know and fake what you don’t” – Wingwalker, The Deadly Syndrome

Prints are special. To me, print on print is too much for the eyes. The photos I will be posting below are indications of retaliation. I am gonna raise the white flag and at the same time add another dash of print.


I have been wearing dresses, shorts, and jumpsuits the whole summer. It is June, the start of a new "era" for students. I miss being one--I cannot believe I just typed that. I am unemployed.


My hair is made up of really fine strands. I struggle with my hair almost everyday--as I have posted in one of my entries, my hair comes in contact with a brush or comb once a week (tops). I usually run my fingers through it after bath. Lazy days would mean that I would just tie a knot, no bobby pins needed--yes, my hair is not normal. I tie it for 5 minutes and the above photo is the result.


I went overboard with my bracelets and rings as if the print-on-print-on-print was not enough. These rings are from Firma, Pylons (my lucky purple one), and H&M.


These sneaks are from Topshop, another one of my impulsive finds. I have worn it only a couple of times. What made me buy it? The thought of it coming in handy someday.


I was singing. Yes, I sing in public. I get laughed at almost all the time because I sing at the top of my lungs when a song pops in my mind. I nod my head, close my eyes, and dance a little.


It is really sad how I am not able to jump as high as I could before. I was a cheerleader all my life and we were thought how to point our toes when doing a jump or straddle. I guess Coach Tan did not do her job well. I remember she brings a microphone or megaphone everywhere. She shouted (using her megaphone): "Okay, 5...6...7...8... One, two, three, POINT! Trizia! Again!"-- I SWEAR I WAS 5 INCHES AWAY FROM HER. I was rushed to the hospital. I spent one year recovering from ear surgery as my ear drums had to be replaced. I spent after-school hours visiting an ENT. I am just kidding. But it would have been the case because it was that loud and again I WAS FRICKIN' 5 INCHES AWAY FROM HER.


I finally changed my display photo here. Yay!


On my lips are three different brands, three different shades of red lipstick. The weight on my lips dragged my whole face down.

All photos by: Clara Tan
More deets on my look: Click HERE
Follow me on Twitter: @trizialim

MUSIC-INSPIRED LOOKS

Overdue looks that I have not posted. I am about a week or so late in posting them. Since, my unemployment awakening, I have found the time to update my Chictopia round the clock--okay, twice a week. All the photos are taken by Clara Tan, the epitome of awesome.

"LOST CITY OF GOLD" by Love Connection



Hair up or hair down, I kept this look really simple for two reasons: (1) The gold, shoulder-padded top is too amazing for me to even put a ribbon, necklace, or any color that could dismantle its very essence, which is A LOT OF GOLD (2) Try walking in these 5.5" killers, you would not even bother walking to your dresser.


To compensate for the lack of accessories, this black ribbon barette in chiffon was all I intended to put.


Most of you will agree how minimalist this look is but that is what I was actually going for.

More details of the look HERE.

"DAISY" by The Fang Island


This 2-in-1 Little Tikes hard couch-slash-toy trunk normally sits three 5-year olds. What happened? I could barely fit in it. Not that I was expecting on maintaining my little 5-year old self. What I'm saying is that I am the size of three 5-year olds. So what happened?


In detail: The studded belt is too big for me that I had to literally tie it around my waist with the metal buckle bothering the small of my back like mad crazy.


Floral dresses never fail to put me in a good place. I love how it never goes out of style. I love how I feel like I am being possessed by Charlotte.


The flats that I have been wearing for weeks now. Where is it? I may as well sleep wearing it.


This is Clara BTW. We always get: You girls look alike! And I could not agree more. We would be closer to twins if only I got her height. She takes awesome photos. Visit her blog. Click HERE.


And this is us with our goofy faces ON.

More details on the look HERE.

I will be updating tomorrow.

Follow me on Twitter: @trizialim

P.S. I did something incredible the other day.

FOR M

I really appreciate the fact that readers ask for my advice regarding clothes (and make-up). Funny, I do not even consider myself as a die-hard fan of fashion. I just wear whatever it is that defines and will define my day. I dress according to my mood.

It makes me really happy to know that I can be of help to one of you. So, M, here are the looks that I have created. Although it is inappropriate for girls to wear revealing clothes (skirts above the knees and tube or thin-strapped tops) in church, a lot of people break the rules, especially during occasions like Baptismals and Weddings. So, that was my disclaimer for the looks that I have posted below.

M, I do not know your body type, style, etc. So the looks below are what I WOULD wear.


This is too "victorian" for everybody's taste but I find the top really cute. Perfect mix of vintage and modern.


I think that this could pass for a laid-back, yet sophisticated look. Plus the dress and its lack of sleeves is not too revealing for the church's taste.



Save the best for last, this is my favorite of the three. It's young and sends off a vibe of being a promising but cool ninang!

M, I hope I was able to help and I would appreciate if you let me know what you end up wearing.

DREAM CITY

Graduation is in 3 days and I am stoked! After all the hardwork--sleepless nights, heaps of readings, intimidating professors, killer tests and papers, unlimited coffee, and very EARLY mornings--we have reached the end. Congratulations, graduates!

I already saw my graduation dress, it is lovely. I had my first fitting last Saturday. I will devote a solo entry on my good friend, Shai Dela Merced's shop, PROVOCOUTURE. She is too sweet--my dress design is a graduation gift from her, my first and early gift.

While anxiously waiting for THE DAY, I have been nothing but bored with an excess amount of caffeine in my system. It is bad.

I have been babbling about how Free Energy changed my life. I have been talking endlessly about how ridiculous their music is. I am now starting a fan club, you know, to spread their awesomeness. So, three of my looks both in Lookbook and Chictopia are Free Energy-inspired. Below is the latest one.


This is a 10-year old faded (due to circumstances of age, laundry, etc.) Guess denim polo, which I inherited (and I say this with humor because my this is equivalent to the pants that those four friends share) from my mother; a gray acid wash denim, frilled shorts; H&M, Firma, and Beadshop rings; All Around bracelets; my circular black-rimmed dork glasses; and a leopard peep-toe pumps, which is very hard to walk in.




This pose reminds me of the Lambada. What was I thinking?

“Cruising across town, lost in the endless sound and the sea’s alright. But the streets are all safe.” -- Dream City, Free Energy

THERE'S SOMETHING CHARGED IN THE AIR. IT FEELS LIKE LOVE, BUT WE'RE AFRAID TO SHOW IT

This is my second look inspired by the band Free Energy. I wanted to test drive my newly acquired dork glasses and my floral dress.

I also posted this on Chictopia. Click HERE. I got a bulk of nice comments. Thank you.


I bought 3 dork glasses--the other two are in brown and another black one. These shoes are killer high but surprisingly comfy! I've been wearing it everyday. Just kidding.


This is the first time I've worn the dress and I wore it at my rooftop for a few snaps before it travels to the washing machine.




And of course, Harley had to join me.

Song: Young Heart - Free Energy

ANTIPAX AND WHITEY-PIG

We would often look at our photos twice to make sure if it is really us in it. I refer to her as Twinny because there are shots where we look exactly alike. I love her to pieces and we will walk the streets of New York, buy every Cinderella pieces made, buy a house by the beach, go to every branch of Starbucks, and so on.


This is me, tita Dory, and Clara. There is something about my nose that I really, really hate. Clara is too cute for words.


After 18 and a half years...

UPDATE

It has been such a wonderful week for me. It scares me though. I do not know why. Anyway, I have been obsessing over Neon Trees' Animal--it has been on repeat in my iPod since I do not even remember when. Just a quick run down on a few things, through photos, of course (most of which I do not own, which reminds me, I need a decent camera).


My brother Franco is now in Baguio with my cousin JB and their friends. I love this photo of the three (my sister beside me) of us. This was taken at home after our cousin Lela's debut.



These are the mighty killer black studded heels in suede, which I got for cheap at The Ramp. I bought this for my cousin's party and had to "test drive" it for a break-in. I am 5'4" and these made me 5'9". They are surprisingly comfortable, I lasted in these for 7 hours and survived the war without a cut. I did not even Tweet: "My feet hurt." My floor is ragged, let's just say a dog is responsible for this but it is okay, we're moving hopefully by the end of the year. :-)


You know how you are really bored with life, you buy false eyelashes, and attempt to put it on gear a dozen of times... You realize how excruciatingly painful it is but continue anyway? That is practically the scenario here. Also, this is my current BBM display photo. I will go heavy on the eyeliner next time. P.S. I did watch a few tutorials on YouTube before trying the falsies on... Imagine that!


This was taken today. I have just purchased The Carrie Diaries by Candace Bushnell as recommended by my good friend Diane. I will start reading after this post. Now that I review how my day went, all I can think about is my lunch at Eat & Go--Waldorf Salad with bacon bits, Tomato soup, and a Strawberry-Banana Smoothie. I want one now.

IT'S BEEN TOO LONG

My apologies. It's been too long since I last opened my email for the comments. I was veering away from all the nasty ones, yes, friends, I do get nasty comments (and I am suspecting only one). Ha ha ha. I hope it is not too late but...

Name: Aics

Hi! I also have a Blackberry phone and downloaded some apps like twitter and facebook and even YM. But the problem is it doesn't work. Did you subscribe to the Blackberry plan from Globe, if you're a Globe user?How did you make it work? Help! Thanks in advance and I miss your blog. More updates...please? :)

-- Hello! Again, I'm sorry! This was sent April 17th. You need a BlackBerry Internet Service to make all of the apps work, especially on-the-go. You can go to Globe or just call their CSR @ 211--it is toll free. If you're postpaid, you can avail of the add-on for BlackBerry, atop of your regular bill for SMS and calls. I love Twitter and I can teach you this one: if you already have the BIS, download UberTwitter, press MENU, go to OPTIONS, look for the NETWORK OPTIONS, and select BIS (and check USE WIFI IF AVAILABLE). Download BlackBerry Messenger also! My friends and I are gaga over the "scanning of the barcode". You can also Google the promos and services of other networks. :-) I really hope I helped. Please let me know if I was any help. Thank you also, Aics. I promise to update religiously. God bless you. :-)

Name: claire

i completely agree - its so hard NOT to picture the guy next to you, look for him everywhere, etc etc. also, you arent the only one who enjoys crying - its not masochism, its just wanting a cathartic experience :)

--I like this one! And now that I think about it... crying helps a whole lot and I will shift to a new perspective. Crying over someone, reminiscing about the old times, etc aren't ways of deliberately breaking your heart--it's the best way to release hatred, pain, longing in your heart. I will Tweet this and I will share this to my friends. Thank you very much, Claire! God bless you. :-)

Name: natalia

eu sou do brasil venha ser minha amiga
-- Olá , como está você? I had to use a free online translator for this! Hello, Natalia.

It is 5AM. I will try to sleep now.

CHARACTER LAYOUT

I WROTE THIS A FEW WEEKS AGO.

I am typing this away at 5:16AM. I am waiting for my brother to get ready as I will bring him to the station. Only a few minutes ago, I am at my balcony with a cup of warm coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I observe how quiet Manila is at an hour just before the crack of dawn. It was peaceful. No pollution, no honks, just quiet but bright city lights.

And then I spaced out.

Since I passed my very last requirement of my college life, I have been living like a bum. I have waited so long to say, or even think that. The mind and imagination of a bum-who-is-turning-22-in-just-a-few-days work quite... differently.

Most of the people who know me well may describe me as fickle-minded. Well, okay, just AT certain times. Many would oppose to this statement because I like everything laid out infront of me the moment I step out of the front door.

But let us go to this so-called fickle-mindedness and I will present to you how this is in deep connection with the TV series I am currently swamped with.

I am quite amazed at how writers can actually connect with the audience and turn them into something they never plan to be. I commend people who actually turn their lives around after being hooked with some of the shows they love.

I am in the middle of the rope.

I wanted to jump up and down, do stunts, and go rah-rah-rah when I saw how glamorous Brooke Davis' life was. I wanted to paint my front door red when she painted hers. I wanted to be caught up with love and my past self. I wanted to date a basket player. I did that in highschool. It was not as enjoyable as it may seem so I had to scratch that.

Then, I saw how bubbly and witty Summer Roberts was. I then decided how cool it was to kiss someone in a Spidey costume in the rain. I wanted to date someone geeky but has the potential to be hot, as well. You know, geeky-hot sounded really awesome. I spent months hunting for a potential Seth Cohen. A package deal was what I was looking for--curly, brown hair, dreamy eyes, and library of comic books plus some other geeky, intellectual stuff that I could never possibly have known about. But, the search was tough and I had to move on to the next hunt.

I wanted to intern for a magazine, fold clothes, and style models. I wanted to write a book that is as good as watching a reality tv show because it was shallow like that. I remember my friend Aiko. We would fry ourselves under Pearl Drive heat with big sunglasses. I wanted to have a house that is only a few steps away from the beach. I wanted to wear flipflops every single day and have a bestfriend named Lo. I did not acquire any of the stuff I wrote above but one thing Lauren Conrad and I share in common is an unstable lovelife.

I find doctors fascinating. I wanted to have a "Dr." before my name. I wanted my life to be interesting, challenging, even. I wanted to take part in the "she is totally misunderstood" club. I only live once in my life and I want to live my life cutting people open for a living. I wanted the sound of the siren to be an anthem for me--something that would put me on a natural high. I wanted to work my ass off at work, eat something good for lunch, go to a bar and have a few drinks, and go home to an Alex Karev. But all the "diagnose a patient" stints, as well as the scientific "-cilins", are starting to make me hurl. I just re-read the sentence, which I am sure is not even correct, and I am sure I puked a little in my mouth. Plus, I do not think I can pull of the scrubs. I also did not want to endure the pain of losing a lover named Denny. Time of death: this dream ended with a sharp brake.

"Can I reschedule? Okay. I got it. What?! Pitch. Go. NOW. These? Latest arrival. Fab. No! That's practically a give away! Our client wants this. Yes, monkeys! Great. See you tonight. Hold. Yes, good morning, Gertrude, get me a latte" Okay, that was me in Ella Sims' Louboutins. That was me talking to a total of 10 people (7, working for me, of course) as I enter my office that, to me, is more of a home than a workplace.

Can I reschedule? - I was talking to my date, we were supposed to have lunch together.
Okay. I got it. - I was on my phone, taking down a very important meeting (where is Gertrude?)
What?! - I looked at the clock, I was 3 minutes late for a board meeting
Pitch. Go. NOW. - I was talking to one of my minions, who I expect to be one of the agency's finest
These? Latest arrival. - Someone just asked about my shoes.
Fab. - I was looking at a new sample.
No! That's practically a give away! - One of the interns just showed a mediocre sample (Mental note: kick the girl out first thing tomorrow)
Our client wants this! Yes, monkeys! - I was just showing Gilbert (in charge of the design) that our clients want monkeys as part of the ad. I do not know why in hell talking monkeys were superior over talking babies.
Great. See you tonight. - I was talking to my mom about our dinner date.
Hold - A client was at the other end of the line.
Yes, good morning, Gertrude, get me a latte - I was finally in my workspace. Gertrude: my assistant.

Just the thought of the environment sends tingles to my spine. I know I was up for that. But, now that I think about it, I was barely in my office and I had to talk to that much people in a span of 3 minutes. Yes, I would love to hear the sound of my heels clicking everyday and exhaust all of my creative juices. I, unfortunately, would not want to be caught up with the romance of a struggling film maker and a teacher. No, I do not want that.

And, I will not even talk about Elena from Vampire Diaries, you know the drill. Vampires do not exist. It is just our avid fan girl minds that made it up.

This is a really long one. I know for a fact that this is not only happening to me. And that this, is just one of the proofs of how unstable my mind is. My future is at stake here. I do not know what I want, I do not know where to start. I will struggle after June 5th, I know... but I will share them here.

Now, I am addicted to Flash Forward. Oooh. I would love to rock the bullet proof body armor.




I just finished this. I stalled for weeks. I wanted this to be witty. I did not get it. Sorry.

22: LIVE AND LET GO (2)

Last Sunday was the best birthday ever. Aside from the fact that I celebrated from 12-12--yes, 24 hours of being the queen, I realized how loving my parents were. Pop woke me up to a bouquet of roses and a letter that made me bawl like a baby. I could not understand his handwriting but his letter went like this: "Do you know why I love you so much? It is because it is through you that I became a dad. You will always be my baby girl. I love you so much." Wasn't that the sweetest? See, my dad became a dad when he was 17 (when he had my brother, Ahya D.A.). At that time, (and I am guessing that all teenage dads would agree) he did not know how to be a dad. History repeated itself when he had me and since April 1988, he became a real dad to me and my brother. My parents attempted to plan a surprise birthday dinner for me last Sunday but they ended up breaking it to me. It did not push through but it is the thought that counts. We went to church, had lunch, bought Zia's BlackBerry, had coffee with my siblings while parents were "out to pay bills", picked us up from Starbucks. In the car, Pop asked me if I wanted an iTouch. I said, yes but I do not need/want now plus I already got my present, which was my sister's BB. Then he sang Happy Birthday and gave me an iTouch. I cried, everyone in the car did. I love how my parents make me feel special in so many ways. I'm happy and everyone's happy. I love family.

It was, however, difficult to part with my old iPod (four years of memories).

I believe in the power of prayers. I am not the most religious person in the world--I go to mass every Sundays, pray to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, believe in the Miracle Prayer BUT I have my vices. Thing is, all the things I have asked for were given to me before my birthday. I have mentioned them in my previous post. I have been doing alot of thinking and the best thing I have received, the most important of them all, is for me to move on fully. I cannot expound on this as it is private. But the feeling of gaining something bigger than you by letting go of something that has made a huge impact in your life is one of the best thing I have felt to date.

Okay, so much for the babble but I am overjoyed. I am graduating in June.

22: LIVE AND LET GO

I turned 22 last Sunday. By far, it was the best birthday I have had since I was 5. I only had 3 wishes--to graduate, get my sister a BlackBerry, and the last one, I do not intend for the world to know (or at least to those who read my blog). The last one, I could not have gotten if my friends were not by my side, specifically on a road trip, which is primarily all about men who act like boys. We left Manila last Thursday and came back the following day. It was the best road trip ever. Thank you to Diane for letting us crash in her better than better house in Canyon Woods. Her house is O-M-G. I cannot even put into words how amazing her house is (I will include it in my next post).


Diane, Danica, Me, Kam, and Dei (thank you for driving)


We spent hours and hours here. This was at 4AM. I thought it was midnight. My brother texted me while I was there, he said: No boys, Ish! I said: Yes. Only boy problems. Until now, my friends and I are still trying to figure out how to work out the minds of boys. We called it a night at 5:30AM. Nothing beats heartaches around friends who are there to talk some sense into you.


After 2 hours of sleep, we went straight to the beach, which reminds me, I need to go on a diet. I need a diet plan that would not require me to binge and throw up. But I am desperate. Please email me your suggestions.


First ever photo when I turned 22. This was after I had a shotgun birthday salubong with the girls minus Dan. I love them, I had a Tequila shot.

Last week, I was super emotional. I was turning 22 with nothing progressive enough to share. I will talk more about it in my next entry, hopefully tomorrow. I am gonna make it nice. I love my family and my friends. My parents are the sweetest, you have no idea.

Last month, I received an email from one of the staff of CandyMag.com asking me to answer stuff because she stumbled upon my blog. I received a message from a blog follower telling me she saw me in CandyMag.com. I did not know about it. So, thank you! See Style Files: Trizia Lim HERE. Please forgive for the hasty subject+verb agreement. I was in a hurry when I answered this.


Last time I was in Candy Mag was in 2004 (July issue). I do not have a copy! I wanna get one in a Book Sale store. Or buy it from someone you know? I wanna show my grandkids in the future. "I was thin when I was 16!"

WE ALL HAVE SOUND

Here I am armed with a cigarette and several thoughts running through my mind. I have been idle for days and I think it is getting old.

I have told a few friends to never stall the feelings of heartaches. More often than not, we leave the pain behind, hide it in a safe place, like a... shoebox. The moment we find the strength to deal with it, then that is the only time we feel it. For days, weeks, even years, we take note of the things that make us happy just to cover up the pain because we (yes, I speak for all) convince ourselves that he is JUST a guy. SURE.

IF he is JUST some guy then why is it that:
(1) When you drive around alone, you look at the passenger seat and imagine him beside you.
(2) You automatically change the song that reminds you of him.
(3) When you are out with friends, you make sure to look around the bar to make sure there is no sign of him (if there is, you run to the loo and do a re-touch)
(4) When every movie you see, you imagine it is YOUR story (you are the girl who: wished to be turned into a vampire, got screwed over by the football player, suffered a severe case of Alzheimer's, and married the guy who lives next door when you could have just waited for the ridiculously hot soldier)

Point is, no matter how many times you convince yourself that you are okay, I am telling you, you are not. I know the next thing you do, you convince your friends that you are okay--when they tell you that you are not, believe them. So, just feel it because this is not easy but tomorrow will be.

(6) You just write the things you want to tell him and link it via Twitter.

BARNEY IS A DINOSAUR

I have a lot of movies lined up for me to watch. I will start tonight: Notting Hill, Somewhere In Time, Jerry Maguire, Sweet November, and What Dreams May Come. My friends call me a masochist for watching A Walk To Remember and The Notebook over and over. What can I do? I want to cry.

In my previous post, it was written as good as an oath, that I would post photos but for now, I can only afford to post one. This one was taken by Clara Tan on timer. I call her my Twin Cousin, you will find out why.



x

HELLO AGAIN

I have not blogged in a really long time and I was on the verge of moving out of blogspot to Tumblr. I feel like such a looz even at the thought of it. I am posting this entry at 5:38AM because I want to experience the awesomeness of my Lumen Led Light, which was given to me by my uncle, Davis. (I had to stop for awhile because I was looking for a decent photo online just so we could make this professional). Then, I remembered I had this photo, which can be found in my Twitter.


This came in two sets, one in silver and the other one came in red. I love it. It is useful now because there is little light out and the room I am in is as close as a cell. Thank you very much.

On another note, I am still trying to deal with a life-changing moment. I am close to graduating--one grade close to it, to be exact. If it were not for the suspense/delay of my International Political Economy grade, then I could have slept soundly for a month. But no, I guess this is just one of the many things that I have to endure as a Pol.Eco. student.

The reason why I temporarily stopped blogging is because of: inconsistency--with thoughts, with emotions, with free time or lack thereof (one minute I am free to do as I please and the next minute, I remember I have to do something that is... school-related), with... I cannot think of anything else. But you do get it. I know for sure.

I have been throwing thoughts at random and this is starting to get really boring so I will share a photo of me trying to look really cool.


Photo by Clara Tan. She is my cousin and she takes really, really good photos. She is also a co-owner of NeverForget Clothing.

I will continue later and I am gonna keep my promise. I am depressed now and I love blogging. I am ranting.

HOPE CHILD

TESTING

Trying to blog using my BlackBerry. Hee hee.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless handheld