I have decided to move in my “fashion” thoughts/blog or whatever you’d like to call it here on tumblr. I think this would be my really blog, blog that I don’t have to be so formal about, blog that I share my thoughts. Lately, I have been thinking of deleting or stop having me shoot and post my look/style but now, I decided to still continue. Or do it often, and by often I mean once a month? I know that’s kind of too long or short but it still depends on my mood if I’m up for it.
To be honest, this pictures are way back from the Julies (I meant July, it’s supposed to be like the ’90s but I figured it’s the same year that I did that shoot and this blog post). It shows that this picture is “old” because this is not my current hairstyle, although my hair is coming back into this already. I got no excuse for this other than my ‘slothness’ [if there’s such a word]. Because lately, I’m am not that busy with my studies nor my org ‘responsibilities’ nor my friends nor my daughter duties, I’m just stuck up with I-don’t-know-what. I just need this term to end, like end and the end of the term is like super near, I just can’t wait to be motivated again to do my chores as a student and a daughter.
Well, I hope I’ll be motivated and inspired to do my shits again next term. Wish me all the luck because I NEED IT. (Talk about desperation)
‘What’ and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: ‘
I don’t know how your story ended. But I know that if what you felt then was love – true love – then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart…
I don’t know what a love like that feels like… a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for… but I’d like to believe if I ever felt it. I’d have the courage to seize it. I hope you had the courage to seize it, Claire. And if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will.”
I just don’t really know anymore what’s happening to me. I’m not like this; I used to be so productive and inspired to do my school works. I was always happy, no shits to worry about. I mean I got before but only during those nights that I’m up. And now, even during the day I’m sad about something I can not figure out. That thing is driving me crazy. I’m happy for a short short short period of time.. I don’t know… How do I remove this shit up? Like how do I go back. And that’s the thing, we can’t.
That’s the problem with other (some) people. There’s no sincerity when they’re saying that they’re sorry. Nowadays, people say it because they think/feel they’re required to tell it. I now know why some people haven’t forgive them. It sucks to know that it’s a requirement already… HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs right now.
It’s weird that I’m not sad tonight. Or may be I am, I just don’t know how to express it anymore.
I believe that you don’t need to remind someone that you’re always there when they needed someone to talk to. I mean, it’s automatic, right? Once you told that person that you’re always going to be there, they get it for the rest of your lives. It’s like if they’re feeling down and they didn’t share it to you or talk to you about it, then it means that you’re not the person that they wanted to talk to in the middle of the night when they’re feeling lonely. Not just the down parts but also the ups too.
At least, that’s what I think and believe in. Am I right or am I wrong?
A week to know who truly remembers you.