Hair + scissors = new life?

It used to be the case, but, not today.

I finally had my tresses cut. I actually miss is now.

BEFORE:



and NOW:



(shit.. ngayon ko lang napansin.. ang nerdy ko sa 2nd picture.. :|)

forgive me for my vainess..

the first pic was taken kasi ang ganda ng pagka blower sa hair ko!! hehehe..:D

the second naman was taken with the towel kasi i sent it sa best friend ko sa italy and the towel was to emphasize the shortness of my hair, seeing that my shirt is navy blue.. :D

sabi nila, when you get a different kind of hair cut, your life changes dramatically.

I don't think it's the hair cut that changes your life dramatically..

i think it's the thought that you get that the moment you change your hair, and the moment your hair touches the floor of the salon, you tend to associate it with all your troubles and "the old you" with it.

parang out with the old and in with the new.

pero, for me.

not this time. :D

moving on.

One time, someone asked me to tell her a secret. I simply said,

"I am forgetful, but I never forget."

Ang labo ba?

It's actually quite simple for me. (Malamang maiintindihan ko sarili ko diba?) When it comes to material things, (ie. bringing this and that, and so forth, and so on.) I am embarrisingly forgetful (jusko, at my age, para na akong may alseimer's nito.). Pero, when it comes to things that trigger emotions, I can remember every detail EXCEPT the date.

Apparently, hindi masaya ang ganun. Kala niyo lang masaya. Pero hindi.

I can't help but stress it. For years I have used music as a medium to stop the flashing of these memories or maybe even the haunting of the same voices who mocked, insulted, and whatever you may call it, me. I used to even lie in the dark with the music blaring in the background and then tears will fall. Emong emo. KADIRI.

Now, I'm actually happy to say, I have recovered but I never forgot.

I don't linger on things too much lately. And I think this is good for me. I am still yet to discover the side effects of this.

BUT.

I still haven't forgotten.

It's just that I don't get EMO.

too much.

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Ito po ay isang pacontest para sa mga makukulit na blogs dito sa pinas. :D

ang aking mga binoboto ay sina:

No. 1: www.greenpinoy.com - not only for his cool antics and his "WTFOMGLOLZ" banat, GP has also touched the lives of those both here and abroad. :D

No. 2: www.tapsiboy.com - hindi lang puro kalibugan ang alam nito (*ehem..) he also gives color to those political issues raised in our country, not to mention the incredible "moral of the story" at the end of every post.

No. 3: www.kingdaddyrich.com - not only known for his incredilous, not to mention, scandalous @s, siya rin ay nakikilala sa kanyang mga... basta. funneh siya okey?! :P

i have bolted in na po..:D

happyslip.

People. Meet Christine Gambito (wait.. parang mali.. paki correct nalang ako ah...)

She's someone as spectacular as the most...

basta.. she's great...

check out her latest video...

CLICK HERE

her videos aren't usually that serious. But, she made an exception.

RANDOM (you have been warned)

it's a moment of tears
tears that never even fell
i can even close my eyes to the melody
playing in the background

sometimes, the rawest of the moments
may be that of....

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i lost it again, my thoughts to write...

it's always inevitable to find yourself staring blankly at the screen as the video plays in the background. I know...

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my thoughts don't even make any sense now...

all i know is everyone is subject to every other's want to feel better. i.e judging others... yes, i shall go on and on about this fucked up judgment. In fact, i don't care how many times i play it. I will just never get over it.

My dreams are now turn into ashes. At least, my will to be someone that would make a difference.

You just have to stop me. You just have to think.

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Sometimes when nothing makes sense, the girl tries to be someone she wanted to be. And so, she tries to type. But then, nothing is but blank. Her luster in writing, now gone. Her self-confidence, zero. Her sense, gone down the drain.

It took her about two seconds to realize that she is nothing but being too moody, too touchy, too sensitive.

What can she do?

It's what she feels.

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I have two stories long overdue in my drafts folder or document manager in this blog server.

I don't think I'll ever finish it.

Anytime soon, at least.