Fantasy
The Girl.
I can be sorry I am sorry for holding on this long, but I will never be sorry for continually loving you.
And so, you would ask whose blog is this you're visiting.
Black and white//
Maria Immanuelle Cubacub Devela
Mariel, Yel
19 y.o.
Ateneo De Manila University | Health Sciences Junior
From the south.
In a limited spectrum//
I don't know what people think of me. Neither do I know
what I think of myself, in a concrete sense. Well,
the main reason for this might be the fact
that I am easily attracted to random, weird things.
But deep beneath this lack of knowledge lies a girl
who prays for appreciation and love.
I have this slight aspiration of mixing up art and sciece
as I live.
Relative to my course, yes, I am kick-starting
my journey in the field of medicine. I would love it if
my future is spent running along hospital hallways saving
people's butt from danger. I think I want to be that
kickass surgeon everyone's talking about. If you wonder
about the length of time it would take me before I
actually become one, well I don't mind. I have these
wonderful people I live with - friends, family,
you name it - and I'm sure it would never be any less
boring compared to a life of a rockstar.
I also consider 50% of my life as an artist. I draw, I
design, and I write. Although I always find myself
stuck in a transcient reality, I use this up for my own
personal needs. It's awesome!
Some people tell me I have this bipolar disorder.
According to Dictionary.com,bipolar affective disorder
is "a mental health problem characterized by an
alternation between extreme euphoria and deep depression."
It's considerable given that I have an INFJ personality thingy.
At times, I stop and pause to scrutinize myself and
actually consider such problem. But then, oh well.
To tell you frankly, I can't remember when I started
drenching myself with music and letting it take another
part of my life. Yet, I stand today claiming how much
I love it. I actually appreciate bands so much, it's
verging on frustatration! Kidding. But then, I really do
like listening to them and all those awesome lyrics
behind the loud drumbeats and guitarstrums.
I could go on and on spending days typing all these
stuffs I like, but I might ran out of 'profile' page. So,
as for now, I only offer these.
Hope you consider reading this internet space. :)
Much love & respect,
♥Yel
Wishes
[x] Everyday electric/acoustic guitar
[x] New Guitar Pick/plectrum
[] Personalized Keds
[x]
64-Crayola Box Julie gave me 96, ♥ her!
[x] Vans slip-ons
[] T-shirts/Tops
   (x)White V-neck
   (x)Pink V-neck
   ()Monster-designed
   (x)Strawberry Shirt
[] Paramore Original CD's
    () All We Know Is Falling
    () Riot
    (x) The Final Riot
    (x) Brand New Eyes
[] Jackets
    ()Leather
    (x)Adidas-AteneoSesqui
    (x)Pop-designed
    (x)Plain
    (x)Cardigan
[] Starcraft II: Wings of Liberty
[] Left4Dead2
[] Graphic Tablet
Lusts
[] Personal Digital Camera
[x] Laptop
[] Room
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♘ May pagasa pa nga ba?
8.08.2010 @ 7:54 AM;
Sa muling pagsikat ng araw, patuloy yakapin ang liwanag ng pagasang magiging maayos pa rin ang lahat. Magiging masaya rin sa bandang huli. Katulad ng dati.
Subalit hindi madali kahapon. Nagbabaga ang init at galit sa loob ng dibdib. Mayroong pwersang bumubulong na manakit - sarili o sila, walang pagkakaiba. May pagnanasang humarurot sa lansangan habang umuulan, subalit hindi kaya. Galit na nagmumula sa kalingkinan ng kalamnan, sa isang lugar na walang makahahanap kundi ang kabaitang hihila pabalik sa normal.
May pagasa pa nga ba?
Nasasaktan, nananakit. Pinipilit ang sarili sa mundong hindi kailanman mapapasakanya. Pinipilit intindihin ang mga bagay na hindi maiintindihan. Pilit ng pilit sa hindi naman kaya. Ano nga bang halaga?
Ang pagiwang nagiisa sa kanya, hindi madali. Masakit ang magisa. Nakangungulila. Nakaiiyak. Nakalulungkot. Subalit nasa isang lugar siyang wala nang ibang mapipili kundi ang hindi ipagpilitan ang sarili sa grupo na hindi naman mababagayan. Malungkot.
At sa muling paghimbing, patuloy pa ring luluha dahil hindi pa rin maintindihan. Hindi pa rin maunawaan ang nangyayari.
Galit pa rin at puot.
Subalit kailangan nang sipain paalis ng sistema.
Nakalulungkot.