Thursday, June 22, 2006

fading worlds of make-believe


If I try to tell you all my mishaps and misadventures as a child, I would probably sound weirder than I really am. (I know, hard to believe right?)

I know we all had our moments of television boxes turned into our future dream home and pretend-to-be-a-Disney-princess days, but mine are a little more bizarre than that.


I enjoyed playing "kitchen" by myself. I filled those tiny cups and little plates from different cooking sets from many Christmases ago, with water from the faucet and little bits of green and yellow paper, as I tried to convince my dolls that I cooked green peas and corn for them to eat for supper.

I enjoyed pretending to be a big time Hollywood star, signing autographs for non-existent fans and waving at invisible crowds. My sunglasses and my mom's high heels, which were five times larger than my feet, completed the look and feel of stardom.

I loved playing "Nancy Drew" with Alex, as we tried to solve "mysteries" such as "Asan na ang nawawalang notebook ni Abby?" and more "intriguing" stuff that will make us one of the most important people in the world, if we manage to figure them out. I used to get my binoculars and examine our street for potential crushes (just kidding, I know you won't buy that :))) and used to "dust" fingerprints and examined them with my magnifying glass for no particular reason. I just felt so spy-ish whenever I do that.

You get the picture. I loved being the pretend princess. I still love being one, although I don't bring out my plastic pots and pans anymore :)). I loved and still love creating worlds of my own, and I could remember every single one I've imagined.

I'm sure you've painted your own world, too.

We all have our own world, where we could just be free to choose who we want to be for that certain time. Even if we outgrow our cute little bunny slippers, we could still choose to remember and sometimes visit the world we've left behind once.

Although some puts on too big heels, leaving their worlds once happy and filled with magic, unopened and forgotten.

You don't have to grow up if your heart is still back there in Neverland.

I never left.

Cheers.

Devious and Twisted,

Therese


P.S. Reading 2003 issues of Time and Newsweek is the closest i could get to "productive".
Other than "The Umbrella Man and other stories" (i finally finished it!) , which I immensely love by the way, those magazines, which I actually got from my classmate who didn't like issues dated way back 2003, are the only ones worth reading after hours and hours of assignments and fake-studying (kidding). I'm through with our Reader's Digests. :)) yay!

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~ making it beautiful
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random reads
randomness
my Deviant Art account: where photography is humdrum
my multiply: click for weirdness
lemony snicket: my hero
roald dahl: twisted
dr. seuss: for those who dare eat green eggs and ham
amazon: life's just like one
wikipedia: where you find everything.

crazy cousins
ate meg: adventure diva
ate che: misyoo

suckish schoolmates (kidding :))
ces: katotong hudas
koko: psycho
trixie: confused
kar: gossip girl mate :))
nikki: the white witch
paula: # 1 DJ
ella: great thoughts
hannah:donato
via: THE dancer
poj: kapits! :))
aiafafs: YA astig? :))

gem: gottalovedogs
danica: kitty witty?
krista: *yaya?*
nicki: html goddess
alex: the ultimate GENIUS
jescia: in LOVE
cha: bulang-guguuuuu!
joan: ee
frances: olan
phyl: reech keed?
yna: ahoho
danie: superrr
lori: nator
marion: busmate!
ate nica: harmoNICa (?)

some teachers
ate min: banaag '05
sir trogo: trogi the pogi
miss jennie jo: juniper

freako friends
ace: ex-shsian
odi: lonsquared
tar: ness
kuya rics: mr. pang-asar
CJ: virus ka
mara: kapits 2

YA Astig
dannie: delandanners
noel: rarr!!!
mica: woah no
louise: surfer girl
elyse: the great
anjo: anti-social?
theia: HMM?
paolo: lindt lover daaaw
ate marion : super dancer
angel: pedo! :)) joke
fin:ina
frances:arcilla
bianca:virina
josef: boy genius :))


face it, sucko.

i'm the hero of fools.

all quoted.

"The sad truth is that the truth is sad."

"It's amazing how people are always willing to listen to a man in a funny costume"

"People don't always get what they deserve in this world"

"You can not be a supermodel."

"I'm beginning to think that washing my face is a complete waste of time"

"Most women would rather be Cindy Crawford than Marie Curie"

"The world is a harum scarum place."

"If a guy is witty, charming and artistic, he is probably gay."

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt, filled with odd waiters who bring you items you never asked for and don't always like."

"In relationships, it is best to assume nothing."

"Not only am I very intelligent, but I am also very smart."

"Hey, I heard your friend died"

"Yea"

"Well, don't feel bad. He's an old guy, and that's what old guys do. They DIE."

"Certain things they should stay the way they are.You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know it's impossible but it's too bad anyway."

"I remember how, a couple of days ago, you and I killed a couple of hours with a computer game. Perhaps the game amused me more than it did you; I desperately needed a little respite from all my thoughts. But each time we 'died' in that game, a new screen immediately came up, and we were off again. How can we know that there isn't a 'new screen' for our souls as well? I don't think there is, I really don't. But the dream of something unlikely has its own special name. We call it hope."

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