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slumbook
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
I do consider myself a workaholic although again like what I said earlier I PROCRASTINATE A LOT. Money makes me happy. I dance and shout once I touch paper bills that are mine. And the thought of being uber rich in the future just makes me feel contentment in life. LOL!
Not a fan of blog leaves. I'll try my best not to do so.
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cute backpack.
baguio date.
euro trip.
NL.
red bikini.
hug shirt.
earth na stressball.
disney princess slumbook.
cinema one.
VHS player.
highschool day.
makahiya on a pot. jompy.
yippee! finally, got to sleep after one literal sleepless day.
i've been itching to blog this for days now. and everyday, it seemed to pile up as ever. i wont go for details. i just need my keywords to remind me.
there are few really GREAT guys in the world. i've known only one, and he's just not that great yet. no ones perfect. yup! probably, that explains.
words are just words. we've heard a lot of those bullcrap and you just proved how much of a talkshit you are. it fades, so dont talk as if it wont in the first place.
xxx, you show them who they really are.
friends and changes, changes, changes.
yes, it is fun when we talk about it. but in real life, fun is just not the word for it.
i realized that i'm not opening up anymore. not even to myself. is that a good thing or what? 3am. i should doze off again. tomorrow is plate day.
i'm waiting for that day when i could finally sing this song to someone worthy of it.
How many times did I pray You'd find me How many wishes on a star Gazing off into the dark Dreaming I'd see your face Safe at home unafraid Captured in your embrace
So many times When my heart was broken Visions of you Would keep me strong You were with me all along Guiding my every step You are all that I am And I'll never forget
It was you who first believed In all that I was made to be It was you looking in my eyes You held my hand And showed me life And I've never been the same Since you first believed
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
