The trees are the reminders of the emptiness I feel whenever I miss you.
In here I keep vague yet ever so lovely reminiscences of you, of me, of us, and of nearly forgotten yesterdays.
My brother gave me this “book” last Christmas. I think he bought it from Papemelroti. And I just had the chance to use it last week. I haven’t put anything in it. I might print photos so that I could keep them in here.
Anyway, those are some of my written thoughts of you which at the moment, the only things that are kept inside this book.
Hello. I’m Bored. Kbye.
So, I finished the doodle which I started a few days before hectic schedule punched us seniors straight on the face and on other delicate body parts (see prev post) and sooo…
And theeenn…
And after that…
MY DREAM TAT GOD OH GOD ;__; and also Jessie’s, I guess. Doesn’t actually look like real piano keys ‘cause I’m more familiar with a guitar than a piano. Too bad, my guitar’s neck just cracked. I just died. Seriously. Needs money to buy a new one that I could bring to Manila when I go to college next year. *Cries* (Good bye, high school… LOL ‘nuff drama)
And that’s the end of it.
<3
With every autumn, there’s spring awaiting.
It was a gloomy Friday afternoon at school and I really loved how photogenic these autumn trees in our school are. Shot taken before the awesomest party in the whole world! Alumni and absentees were surely missed. It was a lot of fun! And we actually expected it to be you know, dull because we all thought Scho Acaddays = Boring. But anyway, reality beats expectation!
365… 500… 4Ever.
Meanwhile, in my sleep-driven life, I bought a very handy doodle book with the money I got last Christmas. Late post, I’ve already been using this for a week. It’s for P250, worth the price though.
Although I entitled it “365… 500… 4Ever,” it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s a Project 365 of some sort. I’m too lazy to fill out the pages each day of my boring existence. It’s not everyday that some crazily special thing happens. Right? Right.
Basically, it’s all about me. What makes up “me” are my thoughts, combined with my random rantings, in form of scribbles, doodles, sentences, and verses. I’m not a hardcore writer, but I take offense on every idea that comes and the opportunity to at least, jot it down. I’m not even a good artist. Just an average, I guess.
Well, what can I further say, it’s another year.
