Ohp, it's morning. Time for bed.

hung... over...

Whatever you think I mean is what I mean.

FINALLY!

Prepare for LSAT (2yrs in advance) - check.
Get into credible law school (Osgoode!!) - check.
Pass BAR exam - check.
Become a boss lawyer - BIG ASS CHECK.

That's right, ya'll. You heard it here first: I'M GOING TO BE A LAWYER!!!
I've been STRUGGLING over the past 4 years, trying to figure out which career best suits my beliefs, lifestyle and future goals.

I love writing essays!
I love talking!
I love arguing!
I'm overly-righteous (which is perfect for court)!
It's perfect!!!!

Fortunately for me, it was on the bus ride home a couple mornings ago that I realized that "Hey! I should be a fucking lawyer!"
It just hit me! & suddenly, everything was clear.
No doubt in my mind - which is a first.

You're gonna want to know me, bitches, because I'm gonna be the one bailing your asses outta jail! Mmmmhhhhmmm...

Dear professor...

I'm sorry that you can't take 5 MINUTES out of your $70 PAYED HOUR to email me THE FUCK BACK.

siiigh... annnnd... releassse...

Did I tell you I was going to be the PRESIDENT of the Filipino Student Association of York this year?

No lies.

Here I am:
How it ended up this way, I'm not quite sure.

I WILL SAY THIS: Ahhh, heeeeell, yeeeeahhhh.

...that had nothing to do with it.
Anywhoozy, it's kind of IRONIC that 6 years prior, I told Patricia (while at my friends debut) that - and I quote - "Filipino's are my people."

(HAHAHAHA...) And this is where I, inevitably, end up.

Simultaneously, Merlvin happens to be the next Rolly at FCAR! (POWER COUPLE!! Just kidding). So, yay to the world.

I'll fill you in on what I'm hoping for during my reign as president (dictatorship!)

That is all.

p.s. Must learn tagalog while I'm re-learning french...

This guy's profile picture set-up is pretty cool.

He doesn't know I screen-captured this. I hope he doesn't find out - but I'll let you know if he does... I could have just told him I liked his profile pictures myself, but... yeah, I didn't.

"Just feels like something's missing. That's all. Oddly enough, when I'm singing or dancing, I don't feel as empty... weird."

Art Night

Art by Bryan Espiritu -- http://thelegendsleague.com/blog

Feels So Good.

It's time for a change.

Soon, I'll be retiring this adolescent blog of mine and venturing off into the greener pastures of maturation.

Leaving the last 3 years behind as nothing, but a colourful pit of old memories.

Some I'll re-post; Most... I'll leave up to time.

It'll be less of a diary as this one was and more of a series of moments capturing a state of mind.

This new blog will be for you.

Why are you crying, silly girl?

I have only one word: Swaggg.

My best friend, Patricia, when she was 6.

Went to an art exhibit tonight.
A friendly Australian dude took my photo using Instagram on his iPhone.
Came out pretty cool if you ask me!

He declared that I was "sparking the fire!" haha

Is eternally grateful to Youtube.com for their easy access to karaoke, Dexter, Smallville, Supernatural, and various friends, all which have gotten me through these empty days.

Oprah, Makeover, Extravaganza!

Watching the last Oprah Makeover Extravaganza today & as usual, her audience got a bunch of crap for free & I (!) get nothing. TODAY, however, the Oprah viewing audience got to take something home with them. It wasn't big, but it was SOMETHING (gosh-darned):

A 50%-off-one-regular-priced-item coupon to Old Navy!

Better than nothing!

"I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness..."

I Can Hear The Fat Lady Singing

Coming off of what was one of the worst periods of my life (the year 2010),
here I am (in 2011) entering a state of change and endings...
I quiver at the thought of knowing that when I look out into the audience on my graduation day, you won't be there... or when I land my first real job, you won't be there to celebrate with me... or for Christmas, where will you be?
Or when you're going through the hardest times of your life, I won't be able to be there for you.
I'll survive. I'll be alive still, but I won't be living & that's no lie.
...I'm wearing an over-sized, gray sweater that's not even mine.

Sometimes, we need to accept that when the fat lady's done singing, she's ready to head home to her 6 pound roast and crash -- In other words, when the show is over, it's done.

You may love hearing her sing and you may love her coral-feathered dress -- in fact, you could probably listen to her sing ALL night, but when she's done, her ass is tired and ready to get off that stage.

& there ain't nothin' you can do to make her come back.

You know when you're listening to your playlists and a song you hadn't heard in a long time that you used to LOVE pops up?
All the wonderful, euphoric feelings you used to feel come rushing back!

(...that kind of sounds like you can apply that to an ex situation...)

Well, this song popped up on my playlist a couple minutes ago.

Nick Jonas

He took the words right out of my bosom.
Not sure where Nick Jonas pulled these quality lyrics from, but it sure wasn't from his ass.

In need of some of this right now...

Love my mumma.

This is her desktop picture, haha.
Beneath that petite, female frame is a hulk-esq, body-building, male wrestler.

Happy Mother's Day & Father's Day & Every Day!!!

Pick Up Your Broken Heart Rant.

How sad.

And yet, almost all of the women I meet go through the acts in this picture.
I certainly did.

But why must women be portrayed as a weak, overly-emotional, helpless race of humanoid that so many classify us to be?

Research states that the passage-way connecting our brain's left and right hemisphere's is thicker in women than in men, therefore females are able to comprehend the complexities of life better than males (which include emotional and intellectual understanding).

It's time that women use their thicker passage-way-thing to their benefit, instead of letting MEN ruin their lives and affect their decision making.

Women!

We musn't let men make us bitter souls! They don't deserve the right to make us feel that way -- only we do! And we don't deserve to feel that way, damn it!

So you pick up your shattered heart that he so carelessly renounced to pieces on the floor, super-glue it back together (because super-glue fixes everything) and tell that ape of a man to high-tale his ass to asshole-ville! Karma will take care of the rest (I know this for a fact).

Live your life as though it didn't happen, because as women, we're stronger than that.
We watch gallons of blood descend from our bodies every frigging month (that's messed up all on its own). We raise entire families as single-mothers--we go through the process of CHILD BIRTH ('nough said).

Let's be strong and LET OURSELVES be happy. Those motherfuckers will see what they're missing, eventually. Most importantly, you'll realize that you benefited more from their leaving than you ever would have if they stayed.

It's hard to see here (I screen-captured it),
but this is one of the loves of MY LIFE.
His name is Dexter.

Must. keep. busy... MUST. DO. SOMETHING.

I'll be alright by the end of this year.