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I Remembered
Monday, July 12, 20101:54 PM

All right! It's Monday and we don't have any classes. The afternoon just drags on... But don't get me wrong, I am eternally gratefully (woah XD I sound like the green aliens on Toy Story) that it does since I don't really want to face tomorrow yet. I just want to recall and reminisce last summer when the afternoon seems like it's not ever going to end and I spent half of the day staring into the ceiling and crying (oh. drama?), stalking Kyuhyun in his Twitter account, making out of this world banners that nobody ever looks at, lastly, hoping to catch a glimpse of R3. I miss him so much. Don't get to see him that often anymore since he's having duties in a far flung place since the start of the semester. Then, after this year, he's off to accomplish his dream. Sad to think that he's moving on in his life and I'm still stuck to being a dreamy, unrealistic and socially pessimistic high school girl. I wish he'd wait for me. Nah. I'm just gonna leave it to destiny. He (the destiny) could make it happen for me. I just have to wait (until my eyes are out and I'm 600 years old).

Gosh, what is wrong with this room? I've been in the bedroom for like, only ten minutes and it smells like smelly feet. It's not like it's pleasing to the nose. Maybe somebody from the adjacent house is cooking curry. Never saw a curry being cooked before and based from my definitions of curry and the things I hear on television (especially on Food Asia, wait, did I get the TV channel title right?) curry has a strong smell. More or less like Stroganoff, even if I haven't really smelled one. BUT THE HECK, it smells like somebody's got athletes foot here! Can't take it. *sniff *sniff. No it's not me. Thank God it's not. Let me share you a few pictures my very good friend Diane gave me. I look good in here (JOKE!) so I won't shy away from showing some. And... here's a good chance to introduce to you one of my very closest friends in class, which is Dawn. You're supposed to pronounce her name like this: dooaaaawwwnnn. Yeah, like that. Oh yeah, she's the white one that looks like she's from Japan or China. HAHAHA. I'm so bad. Love you Dawn!

Oh, I forgot to mention, I think these are pictures taken from our taping in History. We're supposed to make a music video featuring ourselves, of course and we had to adapt a song and make it all holy, for veneration to God. That's what I remember. I hate my role there because they had to film my eyes opening. I don't know why the freaking way they thought of that. And some of them were even telling me that the time it was played (I excused myself to the bathroom since I was sane enough to save myself from complete misery and embarrassment) the video got stuck when my eyes were in the middle of opening. NOOOOOOOOO! Total humiliation. I don't want to live anymore. Well, anyway, I wasn't there so they can't let me hear the end of it.


(from left to right) Diane, Me, Dawn


We look so good there. No. It's just actually me. Okay, I'm joking. But don't we look so young? *shiny eyes* Because, trust me, right now, we look like we just came from the past. Like in back to the future. It seems like we're about 50 years old or something. Of course minus the wrinkles. Or I think we have many right now since we thrive in stress and work and home works and more projects. We're practically a living mess.


Okay, I have no idea what I was doing here. Maybe I was looking at something?


Now that's a funny one. What was I looking at? Or maybe Dawn was making a remark and I was making the sarcastic face. I think I usually look like this when they're teasing me and I was on the brink of saying "WEHHHHH." Yeah, whatever.



Don't mind them.


This here cracked me up when I saw it. Don't they look awesome together? Haha. No, that's a joke. But honestly, when you look at the picture, there are two ways to see it in perspective:

Photo Journalist: I see two people in pain. The essence of loss can be remarked from the expression of the two gentlemen. It is evident that they share each others pain. What a dramatic and emotional picture. BRAVO! (Yeah, whatever. HAHA)

Blessie Anne: What the? Very fantastic photo! For a moment, it looks as if Felix here is just having a heart attack while Ace, on the other hand seems to have a very bad sore throat. AH! I know! It's a drug advertisement! Is it Tuseran?

JOKE. LOL. What is happening to me. I have such weird countenance on pictures. Yeah *nods*


THE GIRLS



THE BOYS

Don't we look cute? Ah. Enough of that.


All of us. I MISS ST. BARTH!

I guess that's all. See you next time! And for all the people who reads my posts, THANK YOU once again!


LOVE,

Blessie



P.S

I haven't watched Toy Story 3 yet. Bummer.



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