While I was browsing, I’ve seen some blogs whose authors are young Malaysians (and by young, I mean 13-15-ish), and I was amazed. They are so much matured compared to me, not only in writing but their personalities as well. While I was reading their posts, I felt like a third grader. Really. Their words were just so rich (which led me to read a vocab guide). And I learned like 15(?) words that were foreign to me. Pretty neat. So as I was saying, I’ve read their blog, and it took me about 2 hours. It’s like I’m reading a book. They are very lucky to have that kind of skill. I envy them. I wonder how they could do that with a young age.
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She’s not from any anime/manga. I just drew her.
This guy is my ultimate crush! I love him so much. ❤ Forgive me for the sloppiness.
This is Hinamori Amu, the main character of Shugo Chara.
I love this anime so much (although it’s soft of for kids lol), so I drew one of my favorite scenes. Ikuto is so hot!
My friend requested me to draw this. So I did.
Is what I hate the most about my parents. They treat each of their children differently. And I have the most disadvantage since they hate me the most. I had my sixteenth birthday two months ago, and guess what they gave me? A hundred-dollar debit card. What the fuck. And, I didn’t have a party. Dude, it’s my sweet sixteen! Why would you give me a hundred dollars? Fuck. And now it’s my sister’s NINTH birthday, and guess what she had? A Nintendo DS. Also, she’ll have a party tomorrow. This is so fucking biased. I must admit, I really do envy her but, I don’t hate her. Who I hate are my parents. I hate them so much. I wanna get out of here. Or much easier, I wanna die. This life is shitty anyway. If I can just cut my wrist, I already did. If I can just find drugs, I would have already taken them. If I just have somewhere to go, I already left. FML. I hate this life. I don’t wanna live with them anymore. I hate them. From now on, they’re dead for me.
I don’t know what’s up with him, but this year, he became really violent. He’s only thirteen while I’m already sixteen, but still, I can’t find any respect from him. He bullies my sisters and me, answers back to my parents, he also hurts us physically which is really shitty. He’s really irritating and to be honest, I can’t take him anymore. He always wants to get what he wants. He acts like a boss and his advantage is, my dad won’t discipline him like he disciplines me and my sisters. I hope he would change because it’s not funny anymore. I’m so sad that he turned to be this violent. I think something’s wrong with him psychologically. He was a nice fine boy a year ago, but now, he’s a terrible young man.
19 days, 15 hours, 35 minutes before Christmas. Am I excited? No. I don’t really know the reason why, but I don’t feel the spirit of Christmas. Mind you, it’s not snowing yet here in Nanticoke, PA. Oh maybe that’s why. This would be my first winter experience because I’m actually from the Philippines where the climate is really hot. We just moved months ago and I’m loving the climate here, especially fall. So this would be the first year that I’m not excited about Christmas. I wish I still believed in Santa, so I would have something/someone to look forward to. Unfortunately, I knew about this tease when I was only seven. I really don’t know if Santa does exist. But for me, it’s just a story to excite kids. It’s not even in the bible.
It’s already 5am here and I haven’t slept yet. I’m actually already sleepy so I must cut this post. Thank God, someone invented the heater. It’s freezing outside. Alright, I must go now. I don’t really know if I should say bye since I know no one would be reading this. But, whatever. Bye! 🙂
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And by having fun, I mean having a break. And having a break means weekend. You don’t know how much I hate school. I just hate it. And the the only times I enjoy are weekends. But isn’t the weekend too short? You study/work for five days then have a two-day break. Not to mention the time you spend for homework. Life is not about punishments, it’s about happiness. Weekends should be longer. People needs a break. People needs time for themselves.
Friday afternoon, I went home from school, did some blogging and ‘facebooking’, then went to bed. I woke up and it’s already ten in the evening. I ate dinner, used the computer, then back to bed. This is usually my Friday routine. Saturday is my favorite day although it goes so fast. I wake up, do random things, have fun, then sleep. Lastly, Sunday. Sunday is my homework day. I procrastinate a lot and do my work the day before it’s due. I just remembered, my lab report is due on Monday. Oh crap. So yeah, Sunday is actually not a free day for me. So it seems that I only have one day free every seven days. That is bull. Do you feel my pain?
Btw, try to read about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. It kind of explains this whole thing scientifically. 😛
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