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the wallflower
Wallflower (wall·flow·er)
Definition
- One who does not participate in the activity at a social event because of shyness or unpopularity.
- A lady at a ball, who, either from choice, or because not asked to dance, remains a spectator.
As the term suggests, I shy away from a lot of things, parties and balls/dances being top 1 and top 2 respectively.
I'm a small girl you won't probably notice in a crowd. On top of that, I'm a natural klutz, the holder of a seemingly record-breaking list of misplaced items, an amateur anything, and an over-thinker who oftentimes lets her head rule her heart.
I'm still normal okay, don't get me wrong. haha... I'm a kid at heart who is easily pleased with simple things. One who carries a pinch of optimism, a tinkling of charm, and loads of laughs. I'm still trying to find my place in this vast expanse, but I'm having tons of fun along the way.
I'll find that light someday, I'm sure! But for now, I'll slow things down a bit and enjoy the ride.
My life's not the most spectacular thing that you'll come across, but it's worth a look :)
my a-z
A aqua
B baking, books, broadway
C Canon 50D
D dancing, David Archuleta, DLSU, doodles, DS Lite
E E71, elephants
F fencing (foil), Filipina, Freeway
G GLEEk
H HTML/CSS
I -
J June 10
K Kamiseta, Kostka QC
L Latter-day Saint (Mormon), lime green
M Malteasers
N Nancy Drew, necklaces
O OC
P pasta, piano, Psychology major
Q Quezon City
R -
S See's Rum Nougat, shrimp, singing (theatrical amateur), single, sour candies, spicy food, Stitch
T taekwondo black belt, traveling, Trumpets Playshopper, turtles
U -
V -
W Walt Disney, Warheads, Wicked (the musical), white thick-rimmed glasses
X
Y -
Z Zours
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Thursday, October 04, 2007, 9:53 PM
 I think I know why I'm having such a bad feeling. I really do think I know why.
Let me start off with things I remember that people have told me:
"Jenn ang cute mo, para kang bata." "Jenn you're such a kid." "Mukha ka pa ring 13 years old." "Di nagbago itsura mo mula grade six ah." "Di ka pa rin tumatanda Jenn." "18 ka na?!"
Seems cool right? Now take a look at this:
"Cute ni Jenn, maharot lang." "Ayokong sabihin, baka hindi mo makayanan eh." "Grow up little girl." "Be sensitive. You're already 18." "Wala lang mas masarap lang makausap sa mga seryosong stuff mga mature people." "You'd just be good old Jenn with fairy tale like ideas."
My friends have told me stuff like this over and over and I just take it all in. I don't know why I suddenly popped and got tired of it all of a sudden.
Stop. Alam kong mahaba pasensya ko, pero tama na please? I'm tired of being treated like a kid. 12 years is enough, but 18? That's going way overboard. It's your treating me like a kid that makes you believe I am one. How do you expect me to grow up if you won't allow me to? I'm okay with being treated like a little sister, but please, not like a 5-year old naman.
Look. I still do cry and whimper at times. I look, jump, scream, and even talk like a kid sometimes, but it doesn't mean I am one. Have you ever tried to tell me things a kid would never understand? No. Do you really think I'd expect a fairy tale romance and a knight in shining armor? FYI, hoping is different from expecting. I'm not in preschool, you know. Do you think that I justify my acts as though I were a kid who just said sorry without realizing what I'd done? It's not like that at all. I'm more mature than you think.
Listen. Please listen to what you're not hearing. It hurts me to know that you think wrongly of me, especially since you're my friends.
Matamaan na ang matamaan. Sorry, I just can't take it anymore.
I'll (try to) do away with my childish antics, just give me time. I'm sorry for making it seem like I was okay with everything when all this time it wasn't.
I'm 18 years old, deal with it. It wouldn't hurt to start treating me like one.
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the life list
Here's a list of things I want to do with my life. Hopefully, I'll be able to make most of these happen. I'll add more things as I come up with ideas.
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