i look like Hermione. when she went to the yule ball. haha.

i was just sitting in a corner earlier, ranting about my bushy hair when my father came. he told me to go with him as he will be having his haircut. it's not that my father really needs a companion, its just that places where my father goes are a big deal lately. my parents have issues, you see. but of course, i shall not let the world know about that. the specifics, i mean. i am a good daughter. at least, when i'm in angeles.*wink*. anyway, because of those issues, he has to have someone who will serve as his witness, or something like that, so as not to enlarge the already large issues. and guess who served that purpose? of course,no one else but the one ranting about her bushy hair in a corner. i'm being a slob these days so asking me to even stand is work with a capital letter W. so, in order to convince me, he promised that something will be done to answer my complains in life. and voila. i don't have that "mahangin-ba-sa-labas" look anymore.

i can't wait for you to see me.

specially you. you'll be sorry for everything that you have done. swear.

and now i complain about my huge forehead. having straight hair makes it more than obvious. if ghary sees me..all he'll ever talk about will be the moon.

i don't know where i am getting this sense of humor. i know, it's corny for you. well, i am not asking for you to laugh. i am asking myself to laugh.

things affect me. more than you'll ever know.