Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I am now listening to Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance their latest hit. I'm turning a bit of an "emo" nowadays. Maybe because I could express well with this new wave of personality. I like it. I want to live with it. It's like I felt like, I could be anything that I wanted to be. Nobody cares. So shut up [kidding, of course not you]. One problem is. My Dad, he hates black and he's bound to maybe hate me forever. He sees my slow pace change of style and looks. I go to church on baggy pants and of course minus the argyle socks. I don't know how my friends back in the province would react to it or maybe adjust to the new me, but all I know is, my college cliques did well. Ever since I moved here in the city, I kinda acted different. From the kinds of words that I speak and maybe the preferences. Food, drinks, clothing, tambayans but no, no drugs please and add the cigars and beers [I don't like them]. My room is messy and so is my hair. I was once this Taekwondo Junkie and I am part of the varsity team. I am sweet and innocent before I left the province. When I got their. Shocking, looks like I got out of place. But of course, I could never forget where I came from. Whenever I get back home, I'd be back on my black [of course I can't live without black] slippers, baggy [here we go again] jogging pants and fit [at last a piece that isn't even EMO!] blouse.
I don't care what other people say about this new uh...trend [?] that I am bound to become. What worries me is what my parents would say about their child. I know that ever since, my parents wanted pink and white for me instead of red and black. Ballet instead of taekwondo and keys instead of the strings. My Dad's birthday was yesterday, and I don't want to disapoint him so, I greeted him with the usual pasweet moves. I don't like to be sweet anymore. I'm growing up and it doesn't mean that I'm the only girl among the three (kids) of us, I had to be this sweet lil thing everybody's talking about: adorable. And by the way, my Dad hates loud, "turn it off please!" music. We are so totally different.
My cousins whom I live with here in the city aren't emos. They're extraordinary party animals and rockers too. I had a hard time getting along with them that's why sometimes, I get depressed and walk away. Then all of a sudden, I found myself: "oh, so this is me". And all that happend was more of looking beyond what I can see in the province. That there are a lot of things that I could think about. And that shaped me to be this way.Labels: change, emo, my chemical romance
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