reintroduction
as an evidence of my attempts in starting a new life, i will now reintroduce myself.
although unsafe (accdg to parent-imposed regulation decree1737829), i will not hesitate in admitting more-than-accurate information about my nonfictional self in this entry.
to begin with, i'm a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old aspiring writer (or call me a writer-wanna-be--poteyto, potahto) who considers this so-called blog as an instrument in bettering my skills (though there are none, really). it is a dream to get published by the time im 17, however impossible that is at the moment.
i'm an incoming college freshman and am very much bothered by the thought of being in the bottom of the food-chain again. the preys of predator bullying.
aside from writing, i feel the almost similar extatic urge in shopping and other fashion-involved activity, e.g. dressing up. (though writing is obviously less pricey.) i'm an impulsive yet wise shopaholic who appreciates tiangges in greenhills and divi, prefer semi-branded clothing stores (f&h, bayo, espirit), loves top-notch of philippine fashion of mango and topshop, and wishes to purchase items from prada, LV and the like one day when im what i aim to be, a successful, highly-paid, street-smart, eloquent, bossy bitch!
i dont watch tv and listen to music as much as typical teenager should. i prefer wasting my time on other things like.... anything else.
if i had been fortunate to sport a statuesque built, i would've defintely tried modeling. dream on, right? haha. but i'd love ramping down the catwalk in flowy threads and etc., with bright-yet-gloomy lighting and techno-aura-ed music and a-little-too-cold-on-my-skin temperature and critics scribbling down their o-so-gravitational 'comments and suggestions' in a pad.
im a hard-core feminist by the way, believing that women should be better appreciated!
i was molded by one of the most satisfactory and bonded barkada in school. (unfortunately, it proved to be not so tight in the end of highschool era.) according to them i am a sensible-joking witty fashionista who speaks up for petty things (human rights, edsa revolution, friendship, family and religous beliefs or disbeliefs) ever so often. they complain, however, of my temperament and my inability to shut my mouth when i ought to. that's what they think, and i bet they stand to be corrected.
my family is composed of: a mom and a dad (who are still so obsessively in love with each other. as if they still are in their courting stage); a sister who loves anime too much which lead to her abnormality of acting and thinking as if she is an anime, too; another sister who is clueless of what is to become of her and would most likely to become the family favorite; and me, the different one who spends and parties too much (that according to their standard of what a normal teenager should be). i'm usually teased as the orphaned one because of being different from them. that hurts most of the time, actually, especially now that i'm thinking about it.
my boyfriend, after a year of complicated courtship, dislikes me for being not-demure-enough but aside from that, he loves me all the same and believe me to be perfect--for him, atleast. and i love you too, sweetie! ;p (yeah, i'm sure you read my blog regularly). my parents are scared of him. fine, not scared. rather, their petrified of him! i wish julia goes out with a gangster anime goth maniac, so that they'll see how very much a nice guy he is... no matter how horny. :* kidding aside, he's nice and loving and is the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.
the words he'd describe me the best: "complicated". who am i to differ??
the best books i've ever read all my life, aside from three infamous j.k. rowling and dan brown books, are: "Sloppy Firsts" and "Second Helpings" by Megan McCafferty, "Shanghai Baby" by Wei Hui, and "Mirror Mirror" by Gregory Maguire. ooh, i like "Memoirs of The Geisha" too, EVEN BEFORE IT WAS TURNED INTO A MOVIE!
so far, i am not very much enjoying summer, i hate the manner by which i graduated, anf i cant wait to jump into bed with the aircon on full blast and read, or write, or begin another historical sunrise talk.
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