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EXTREMELY HIGH EMOTIONAL CONTENT.
Proceed with caution.

Basics

Here's my nth attempt at creating a decent blogging site. I've had so many old blogs, and they're all rotting in cyberspace with memories that I'd rather not return to, so I'm starting from scratch. AGAIN.

I'm Fam. I've been around Planet Earth for 16 years and counting, though people often think I'm a lot older than my actual age (for who knows why). I love the color red, dark chocolate, bananas and breezy, sunny days.

I love dancing, singing out of nowhere, taking pictures, going on long, leisurely walks, enjoying food, writing to my heart's content, drawing, painting and indulging in crazy-sensible conversations with crazy-sensible people.

My moods swing like a pendulum, and yes, I am one of those people who overreact, over-think, and overeat. There's no better way to get to know me than to actually listen... and if you can, speak up. Don't worry, I won't bite... except if your grammar and intentions are atrocious. ;)

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Je suis perdue :(
À mon Papa :)
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Just a quick one before I go

Good thing about today: I've gotten loads of compliments in less than 24 hours.
Not-so good thing: I'm not getting them from the one I want them from.

Being in a debut yesterday, with its normal influx of couples and all that, made me a witness to PDA and all of that. When I lined up for food, the guy behind me told his girl, "Oh wow, hun, you look hot tonight". Envious as my nature is, I felt my pangs going at it again. Where was my significant other? He wasn't there, and that was understandable. However, he didn't text me the whole night, which made me rely on the company of strangers-turned-friends. That's okay, too, as long as I get to talk to him the next day.

But... no. I get blown off. Thanks a lot a. Here I am, trying to strike a conversation, and here you are, being all stoic (or whatever describes being... ewan).

And now, he isn't even talking to me. What's with the cold shoulder? I know I said a couple of stupid things the past few days, but that's because you're at your game of vagueness again. The shiz.

At the end of the day, I just want a single compliment from the person who matters the most. I just want a "Good morning" that's meant for me and not just a broadcasted GM, or a bitch fit of sorts (I don't mind it, just not ALL THE TIME). I just want answers that go beyond one word whenever I actually talk about something in detail. It gives the impression that you don't give a shit.

I sort of feel like an attention whore right now, but still, I just want a little bit of congeniality from you. Yun lang naman e. I don't expect you to be there for my every beck and call, but at least let me know you give a shit.

I'd understand if you couldn't contact me last night. But the way you pretty much blew me off just now is just... WHAT THE HELL.

It's bad enough I don't get to be with him as often as I'd like. Do I have to put up with unresponsiveness, now, too? That's just... UGH.

Oh well. Retail therapy, let's go fuck all day. Damn it.

posted on Saturday, May 22, 2010 @ 8:42 PM