Yes, I am. Lately I’ve been thinking about my future. What will I do for a living? Who will I end up marrying? When will I settle down? I know nineteen is not the right age to think about all these stuff, but I’m just curious, who’s not? Will I be a film director someday? Will I end up marrying Marc Donn? When will we settle down? Will I have a bright future ahead of me? Will all of my dreams come true? I wish. I hope and I pray that yeah I’ll be successful as fuck someday.
I just realized that when you’re getting older, your birthdays aren’t that special anymore.
I just had to sing! Here’s a snippet of Ed Sheeran’s Small Bump! Enjoy!
'I miss you.'
No, you don’t. I know that you don’t. I can tell that you don’t. I was a little surprised that you texted me though. 'What's up? How are you?' Can’t ask you those questions because I don’t think that you’re goin’ to answer me right, not anymore, not in the way that you used to. You’ve changed a lot. We don’t talk anymore; it’s funny that we don’t talk anymore. I can’t believe you’d throw me away like that; can’t believe that you’re capable of doin’ that to me, I was always there for you. Well, it really doesn’t matter to me anymore. I guess your leaving and everything else that happened were meant to be. It’s down to you now, you want to be fuckin’ free from being annoyed by me.
Yesterday was my first day of being a 4th year college student and it really went well. Though we had a lot of problems during our thesis orientation; we had fun the whole day. I was able to bond with my old friends again. And yeah alright; I saw my crush!
And today, I woke up early for a shoot. I’m go’n do portraiture again after ages! But I know I’ll do great today! Going positive about a lot of things lately. And hey, my birthday is in eight days!
I’m sorry but I had to. Say ‘hello’ to my new hair! It’s not so new though, ‘cause I’ve had the same haircut last year. And sometimes the old feels new.
And by the way, the haircut’s a pre-birthday gift to myself. So excited to turn nineteen! Excited to try new things again.
Turning nineteen in eleven fuckin’ days! I’m so done with being eighteen. Really, I’ve forgotten how to live this fuckin’ life since I turned eighteen but now I’m happy that I’m ‘more than willing' to start again on my nineteenth birthday. Wish me luck alright? I can do this! Especially now that I’m back to blogging, reading, and yeah Teatro Malayan will be back too.
Mantra: "Stay positive and you’ll make it through the fuckin’ rain and yeah even without an umbrella."