Dear Headache,
This will be my first and last letter. Enough is enough. I’ve been letting you bring out the worst in me, and I will not make patol to you henymore. I will not talk, I will not write, and I will control my body language. No more drama. No no no no drama.
Sincerely,
DQ
A lamp; being a moth only gets you burned.
[Sometimes it's okay to sit and wait.]
A shield; knights in shining armor are hard to come by these days.
[And I'm no damsel in distress.]
Band-aids. Lots of band-aids.
[In all colors, patterns, and sizes. Preferably sparkly.
Having a hurting heart doesn't mean I have to stop smiling.]
[BGmusic: Love is Only a Feeling by The Darkness]
Quote for the day:
My dad: “Remember when we brought you to Kalay and -”
My mom: “I cried.”
My dad again: “We were looking at four years ahead of us. Now, three months. Three months.”- talk over dinner at a Chinese restaurant back in January
Dear Wordpress,
My golly, it’s been a while.
A lot has happened since I disappeared from the blogosphere.
By faith, I’m going to be graduating in two months.
Because of my thriving love affair with the sun, I am now officially tall, dark and handsome. Awhile ago I realized that I’m now darker than my brother, which was both pretty cool and freaky at the same time.