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The girl with the broken smile
A Senior high schooler from PH. I live in a fairytale somewhere too far for ordinary people to find. I am a cranky, strange, loony, bossy, moody twelve year old sunflower stuck in a fifteen year old’s body. I am made of stardust and sugar and spice and everything nice. A self-proclaimed bookworm and movie-freak. I can make your heart jump high like it was on cocaine, baby. ;)

My Bucket List
» Visit the countries on my List
» Get an SLR
» Get a Lomo cam
» Be Inspired
» Eat Less
» Pray Harder
» Believe
» Pass Ateneo (European Studies)
» Pass UP (European Languages)
» Pass DLSU (International Studies - European)
» Pass DLSU - CSB (Interior Design)
» Find a new perspective
» Buy tons of books and read 'em
» Have unlimited wads of cash
» Fall in ♥ at the right time with the right person
» Improve my poor drawing skills
» Dream bigger, aim higher
» Grow taller
» Sleep
» Learn French, Spanish, and Italian
» Add more and comply



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  If I Could Turn Back The Time
Getting Started :]

Pre with that gorgeous top ♥

Hi there, Quenie!

Haman's crown and Mordecai's headpiece

The lovely adviser ♥

Carpenter Pre

Our messy table

Allyn portraying as an illuminate

Hi Pattie :))

Vanity Bug bit Quenie. :p

Posing for the sake of vanity :))

Kawaii Mode

Awkward Faces

Paint Models WTF :))

This afternoon, some of us went to meet-up at school to do the props for the Literary Contest. Most of those who came were girls including me and our lovely adviser. As we painted cardboard boxes, we shared random stories that a normal teenage high schoolers would talk about: love, gossip, subjects, hatred, and so on. I used to think that high school was lame and not exciting but I was wrong. High school would be the best four years of my life. To think that I found true friends, and fake friends also. I found the people who share those common interests I too, adore myself. What if I didn't meet them? Would my life still be colorful like at this very moment? Would I be inspired to write a blog post like this? That's my main reason why I opened an account on blogger after I deactivated my previous accounts on Tumblr. I want a true blog wherein I would write everything I could think of. But 50 years from now, reminiscing these times where I could laugh out loud and have fun with my girls under the sun, I would surely wish for one thing: to turn back the time when i still had that moment.

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