i ain't no cinderella...

maybe it was the pseudo-step sisters.

or the evil step mother.

the fairy god-mother who sings "BIBIDIBABIDI BOO!".

perhaps, even the pumpkin that turns into a carriage, the mice that become white horses and the dog that turns into a horseman.

maybe it's the glass slippers.

or the fact that i tend to stare outside my bedroom window and day dream about a palace and and a prince and a happily ever after.

.....

these and a whole lot more characterize modern day feminists like myself. but the truth is, i don't have step sisters, (or a step mother, in that case) , nor have i ever encountered a fairy god-mother that would instantly turn me into this glamorous, drop-dead gorgeous princess that all girls would absoultely die to be like.

nope. truth is, i'm very normal. yep. more than you could ever think of.

this is hard to believe, but growing up, i never dreamt about a cinderella life. you know, the kind of life characterized by the rags-to-riches kind of thing. as a little girl, i used to think that it was way too cheesy how they portrayed girls like cinderella.(*yes, even as a small child, i was that pessimistic*)

okay, so maybe i was fascinated by fairy tales and all these girls who would go to fabulous parties and stuff, but i never wanted to live the life they had. why?it's mainly because i always thought they would spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity and pure boredom.

imagine the rest of your life tied to (okay, okay..*rolls her eyes*) a dashing, HOT young prince without having so much of a 5-minute conversation because he's too busy looking after his kingdoms..his horses..etc.

(so, okay, my friends are probably saying "come on, chai, you?!not liking a prince??"now.)

the thought is nice.but i'm not into that domestic drama. i don't want to stay home to raise babies. that's such an effing drag!!!! i wanna be free and go out and meet new guys.(oops.caught.haha)

seriously, though. i don't want that to ever happen to me.not in a million years.

i don't hate fairy tales. i hate the way they make young girls believe that there's this thing called "magic" and the way they make them want to be blonde, blue-eyed and gown-clad. no one lives like that these days.atleast, not in the philippines. but the point is, they shouldn't be giving these innocent minds the impression that real life is like how these books show them. these girls would just expect too much. they would even tend to grow up waiting for a fairy god-mother to appear.

and once these expectations were not met?they'll only get disappointed.

poor girls.

.....

the clock now strikes twelve.

knowing that the spell would be wearing off soon, cinderella dashes outside the palace without so much of a goodbye to her prince charming.

the beautiful gown is slowly turning into her old ragged clothes, the magic is fading away.

not far behind, she can hear the prince calling out, saying, "wait! i don't even know your name!"...

but she can't look back.not if she wants him to find out who and what she really is.

as she quickly descends the steps, she leaves behind one of her glass slippers. but she knew she can't go back for it.she had to go...

tears started to fall down, unchecked.

she wasn't a princess anymore.

she was just plain old cinderella again.

no more magic, no more glamour...

just the house to sweep and a dirty old fireplace to clean...

i ain't no cinderella...

maybe it was the pseudo-step sisters.

or the evil step mother.

the fairy god-mother who sings "BIBIDIBABIDI BOO!".

perhaps, even the pumpkin that turns into a carriage, the mice that become white horses and the dog that turns into a horseman.

maybe it's the glass slippers.

or the fact that i tend to stare outside my bedroom window and day dream about a palace and and a prince and a happily ever after.

.....

these and a whole lot more characterize modern day feminists like myself. but the truth is, i don't have step sisters, (or a step mother, in that case) , nor have i ever encountered a fairy god-mother that would instantly turn me into this glamorous, drop-dead gorgeous princess that all girls would absoultely die to be like.

nope. truth is, i'm very normal. yep. more than you could ever think of.

this is hard to believe, but growing up, i never dreamt about a cinderella life. you know, the kind of life characterized by the rags-to-riches kind of thing. as a little girl, i used to think that it was way too cheesy how they portrayed girls like cinderella.

(*yes, even as a small child, i was that pessimistic*)

okay, so maybe i was fascinated by fairy tales and all these girls who would go to fabulous parties and stuff, but i never wanted to live the life they had. why?it's mainly because i always thought they would spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity and pure boredom.

imagine the rest of your life tied to (okay, okay..*rolls her eyes*) a dashing, HOT young prince without having so much of a 5-minute conversation because he's too busy looking after his kingdoms..his horses..etc.

(so, okay, my friends are probably saying "come on, chai, you?!not liking a prince??"now.)

the thought is nice.but i'm not into that domestic drama. i don't want to stay home to raise babies. that's such an effing drag!!!! i wanna be free and go out and meet new guys.(oops.caught.haha)

seriously, though. i don't want that to ever happen to me.not in a million years.

i don't hate fairy tales. i hate the way they make young girls believe that there's this thing called "magic" and the way they make them want to be blonde, blue-eyed and gown-clad. no one lives like that these days.atleast, not in the philippines. but the point is, they shouldn't be giving these innocent minds the impression that real life is like how these books show them. these girls would just expect too much. they would even tend to grow up waiting for a fairy god-mother to appear.

and once these expectations were not met?they'll only get disappointed.

poor girls.

.....

the clock now strikes twelve.

knowing that the spell would be wearing off soon, cinderella dashes outside the palace without so much of a goodbye to her prince charming.

the beautiful gown is slowly turning into her old ragged clothes, the magic is fading away.

not far behind, she can hear the prince calling out, saying, "wait! i don't even know your name!"...

but she can't look back.not if she wants him to find out who and what she really is.

as she quickly descends the steps, she leaves behind one of her glass slippers. but she knew she can't go back for it.she had to go...

tears started to fall down, unchecked.

she wasn't a princess anymore.

she was just plain old cinderella again.

no more magic, no more glamour...

just the house to sweep and a dirty old fireplace to clean...

lonely hours

it's hard to keep maintaining a happy face when deep down inside, you're crying for help.it's too damn hard to say you're okay when you're not.it's difficult to comfort a friend when in fact, you're also going through stuff.

i haven't updated for the entire month of september.

it's not that i've been busy.i just seem to lack the motivation to write anything at all, most especially that i've been going through stuff.

sometimes i wish that i would just disappear.

i so want to end the misery that i've been going through for the benefit of those who doesn't seem to care or understand...

i can't help but feel that sometimes, if i were different, would those around me appreciate me better or treat me like they would other people?

who knows?

this could be a suicide note, for all i care, right?

ego for sale...

so this is a typical day in the life of the people from 2ca1..it's either we spend time listening to utterly boring lessons, eat while still listening (or pretending to listen) to boring lectures, take pictures of ourselves, laugh, goof around,etc...

it's quite random, actually, but what choice do we have when we have to wait for professors who seem to take their time in making us wait, not that we don't mind the few sweet moments of freedom, but we're actually paying them for every minute that they were supposed to show up.

whatev.i'm finding myself desiring some few moments of sleep so that i can rest my tired eye-strained eyes.(duh...so redundant..**rolls her eyes**)

this post wasn't intended actually..i just wanted to post this cute picture of me and my adorable blockmates.

**you guys look great**

ciao.

the longing for home...

so far,homesickness wasn't really an issue for me until i went home for a very short while a few days ago because the weather hadn't been so cooperative.

being back home really made me feel like i belonged and gave me a chance to breathe and relax, despite the horrible fact that we still had three more exams coming up for the week.

in the picture is me and my sister.we're the only girls in the family, and i don't feel that there is still the need for me to tell her how much i love her.

she's the youngest in the family and even before she was born, i have been long praying for a little sister coz living with 4 boy siblings as a young girl really wasn't much of a party.

so,when she was born, i felt like i couldn't ask for anything else. i was so contented that my prayers had been answered.

however, there came a point in her growing years (especially when she was still about 6months old) that i started getting jealous of all the attention that she was getting from everyone--my parents, my parents' friends, my relatives...and basically, just everyone who came to visit in our house and say how cute and how precious i was.it even came to a point where i cried and said, "hello??i used to be the only princess around here..."..and how i wished i could get things to return to how they used to be...

but that was just a childish thing for me...it was a long time ago and i'm happy on how things are turning out to be...

after all, she's just as spoiled as i am, so it's all good...

ciao!

=*

the circle that was...

the people who owns these shoes are the reasons why going to school everyday is bearable for me.

(**laughs**)

i just love how the circle represents our closeness and the priceless moments we have spent together so far.

and these people are:

>jamelle--my ever beloved girl...she's the reason why i still pass my subjects..=)

>julie--my sister!

>esfrey--my lovely daughter...

>sheena--HRP girl like me..;)

>zhari--someone i won't forget--not for a lifetime...

>mafe--another daughter!

>cookai--my sorority sister!

>me--li'l miss diva in action...

>tart--friendy!someone i love dearly simply because she's special...

torture week

so as some of you might have noticed, i didn't keep in touch through my blog for the past two weeks or so.it's not that i've been busy.i just seem to lack the motivation to update what was going on with me in the days that passed.well, there was nothing special that occured, unless you want to know about the dreadful exams we have for the week, then, i would rather talk about another topic,thank you very much.

so i gotta bounce.nat sci and computer exams tomorrow.

it's not that they're both hard.i can actually manage without the review, but considering the low grades i've been geeting lately, i wouldn't want to take the risk.

ciao.