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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, March 11, 2010, 11:06 AM
 I posted a note in Facebook last Tuesday which I set to be viewable to just me and a few well-trusted friends. We racked up a number of replies on it already. Then last night, I posted something on a friend's wall that was supposedly viewable to just the two of us.
When I logged in my brother's account that same night, however, I saw the post I just posted to my friend's wall a few minutes before I logged out. I deleted it hoping no one read it yet, and I just held my unreasonably crappy internet connection liable for not processing my privacy settings well.
Then this morning when I woke up, the first thing that entered my mind was the privacy settings issue I had last night and remembered the note I posted last Tuesday that made use of privacy settings. I rushed to my laptop and turned it on and when I logged in Facebook using my brother's account... Surprise, surprise! I saw the note I posted last Tuesday. *holds breath*
OH MY GOODNESS. I anticipated a panic attack at that very moment. The note was not supposed to be viewable to anyone else but the few friends I chose! What's up with the privacy settings?!
The paranoia. What if there were other people who saw it? Worse: what if the person in the note saw it?! Eh di alam na niyang crush ko siya. HE.MUST.NOT.KNOW! T.T
The positive uncertainty. Maybe he didn't read it. He probably doesn't check my wall anyway, so he might have not seen it. It might not even have appeared on his news feed, as the time I posted it is sort of the time when people are most active on Facebook. I hope so.
The pledge. DO NOT TRUST THE PRIVACY SETTINGS IN FACEBOOK IF IT'S A HIGHLY EXCLUSIVE STORY. That's what blogs are for. Only a few people read it, these few being really good friends.
From now on, no more posting secrets to Facebook.
Labels: oh noes
2 comments
Jenn A.
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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.
43 Things
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