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Warning

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. ;)

Tagboard


Archives

By post:
For Charm ♥
For Paula ♥
Buhay is life in Filipino.
Blogger: My Depository of Awful Thoughts, Full-Length
I don't think I know how to let go.
After a long time, here I come again.
It's been so long. Damn.
It's time to move on, Fam.
I miss the way things used to be.
I wanted to write poetry, then prose, then... BULL...

By month:
February 2010 / March 2010 / April 2010 / May 2010 / June 2010 / July 2010 / November 2010 / December 2010 / January 2011 /

Credits

Layout and codes by:dawnoflights
Images from: Foto_decadent
Textures: Dearest / Looks like rain
Icons from: furlights

2010 Year-ender.

After deciding on whether I should write a reflective essay on the rocky path that is 2010...
I opt not to.
I don't want my reflections to discourage me from seeing the life ahead of me.
And, I refuse to believe that 2011 will be a bad year for me.
(FUCK YOU, HOROSCOPES.)

I don't really have much to say about 2010 except...
in spite of the pain and the failure,
IT WAS A GOOD YEAR. :)

No matter how depressing the majority of the year was for me,
there's nothing to regret. Only lessons to learn.
Only another year in which the spring of maturity will take effect on us all.

I'm thankful for everyone who was with me every step of the way,
the people who believed in me no matter how many times I'd fail.

May this be another beacon of hope and happiness for all of us.
In this year, may we grow up to be a step closer to greatness.

Let love define the path for you to tread on as your eternity unfolds.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! ♥



Just because I want YOU to know.

posted on Thursday, December 30, 2010 @ 7:23 PM