Danabelle in Donatello's Shorts

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Remember my ghost?

Yeah? So yesterday, "Katawan" naman ang pinlay nya na song.

"Lalalalalalalala-hoo. Katawan. Katawan. Katawan. Katawan. Katawan. Ooooh. Katawan."

I SOOO WANT A STAMP LIKE THAT!

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So this weekend is bound to be eventful.

I have a shoot on Friday and another on Saturday.

I'm still a little nervous. ...Even as I plan the shots... There's just too much pressure to deliver good images. And I haven't done this in a while. Tsk.

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But oooh. Tomorrow will be the height of my make-up career. Haha. I am hella psychedddd.

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I was asked again the other day... Why I'm not with anyone.

Oh gee... I don't know. Maybe I'm just happy being single. Hasn't anybody ever thought of that?

Bah.

The truth is... Finding someone to love is hard. And with my fairytale complex, I probably never ever will find that "perfect" guy. And when I do meet him, I know I'll just screw it up because I have issues, self-esteem or otherwise.

...And maybe I don't really even want to meet him. Because he'll just end up breaking my heart just like all perfect men do.

"I can be happy alone. Sure. I can be happy without ice cream, too. If we're being hypothetical."

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I'm currently working on this year-long kind of project.

...Those who know my record, know that this is a bit ambitious, as I am pretty much the epitomy of "ningas kugon".

I meant to take a picture of it yesterday, but I couldn't find my batteries... So, Irog, sa next blog na lang yung picture nung thingy. Ehehe.

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Anyhoos, as it seems, I have resorted to pretending that I have a nutritionist.

Why?

Because, I hate it when people come up to me offering all sorts of unsolicited advice.

If I want your help, I will ask for it. If I don't, I won't. Don't just be comin' up to me and preaching all of your wonderful and deeply profound knowledge on a subject that everybody seems to like to pretend to be an expert on.

Pfsh. If you know so much, write a book, and maybe I'll buy it, if I need it. But for now. Just pipe down.

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Oooh! On a lighter note. I've been trying to practice the piano for the past few days like a good girl should.

Sadly, both the pieces that I've memorized, I've forgotten, so I'm starting from scratch. Well, not exactly scratch, the fingering is still ingrained somewhere in my brain, I just need to relocate where to put the fingers.

I don't read notes though... Note, I said DON'T, not CAN'T. Even with trumpet, I never read the music. I mean, I read them and then I memorized them so I wouldn't have to read them everytime.

Come to think of it, even when I sing... I don't like to read the notes or the lyrics so much.

And I think that's the problem with me and music. I go by feelings wayyy too much when it should be a good balance between emotion and paper.

And yes. Of course that's symbollic! C'mon, now. You must have learned by now that with me, everything is.

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So, this made me laugh like cuh-ray-zay.

Moohahaha. Kawawa naman si Donatello.

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I so can't wait for it to be 6:30 already. I am itching to get home.

Oh wells...

Kissy kissy!