Much as I hate to admit it, I kind of, you know, miss school. I'm not saying I miss Dominican School for that matter, no, I want to graduate na nga remember? Maybe I just miss doing stuff in school. I hated the afternoon lectures, quizzes, and all that but now, I miss it so bad.

I wouldn't mind listening to Sir Greggy's afternoon discussion on Economics for two whole hours, I wouldn't mind answering test questions from Ma'am Valle's class, and I wouldn't mind having a havocked mind during our Physics class. Oh please, I just need to do something!

Why the sudden work appetite?

I don't know really, dear. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm not an idle person. So maybe I tend to get lazy on some things, but I swear, as long as the work requires my hand and brain to work simultaneously, you may count me in. :)

Some would detest the thought for sure. But no shit, I really can't help it.

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It's a blatant truth that I ain't fit to be one of those girls we see on Vogue and other top magazines. I'm petite for crying out loud, I don't have the perfect facial features, and I certainly got no body to swank (I have this nice shape, they say, but that doesn't cut it).

Nevertheless, I am perfectly eligible mentally, emotionally, physically, and even spiritually to be "the one behind the lens". No bull, I want to be a photographer. It's been a dream of mine ever since. It's not that it's the only thing I ever want to do when I grow up-- I still want to be a top businessperson or a doctor someday -- just that I want to be one of those nudgeheads who people may call as "the one who took it".

I have a thing for photographs. When I was about seven or eight, every time my folks would give me something to read, a book on Eight Wonders of the World for instance with real photos in it, I would stare at the pictures for minutes and finish the book even looking only at those spectacular pictures-- sod the texts and all that.

There was also a time, back when I was cleaning this particular cabinet used as a storage for old pictures a year ago, I found old pictures (of people I didn't recognize) that were in Sepia and black&white tones. I would have put it back if I were some flimsy asshole, but since the old photographs captivated me so much I wanted to know who took it, I held it long and had my eyes gawk at the beauty of those. I remember bringing it to school the next day and have it scanned by a friend for me to see on my computer. Hah!

I don't know where's it really coming from-- these fondness I have for photography and the admiration I'm giving to photographs-- how the photographer got the best shot of it, the effects of light, the way the camera lens was focused to capture the subject, the beauty of colors, and oh, just name it! I don't know anyone in the clan who has something to do with photography. It was never in the blood, as far as I'm concerned.

So if ever I decide to pursue a course in photography (perhaps before or after taking my priority course), I'll be the first in the family. :) And I'm so gonna be proud of it.

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I have an issue.

I'm a girl. And it's perfectly normal to sulk over my subversive eating habits, right?! Coz right now I still can't get over the fact that I tend to gorge every time classes are called off.

Matakaw talaga ako. Kahit ano pinapatulan ko. So if ever that newly bought Blueberry cheesecake's nowhere to be found in the fridge, BLAME ME. I ate it. Whoah! I'm so weird. What constitutes my being foodo-weird? It's that after I enjoy munching that particular food, I would hate myself for eating it. I would even think of spitting it out-- but of course, I wouldn't spit it out, God's blessing daw! Aha! Thanks lola!

Therefore, I'm left with nothing but a rounder and chubbier face.

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niiiiceee :) Arigatou AND dou itashimashite, my friend. :)