Welcome to Puberty, Ella!
Starting today, I've successfully morphed into a boy or to put it simply, my voice is very manly now. It's funny and weird. I sound like a boy that I could basically court any of my girl friends via phone (like that would ever happen haha). But seriously, my voice is really manly and it makes everything harder by 10,000x. I can't sing properly, I can't yell properly (yes, there is a proper way to yell), I can't talk without giving disclaimers about undergoing puberty (if you're really smart and if you're really corny, you'd get this). And what even makes it funnier is the fact that I have short hair. So, if I speak and I'm not looking at you, you'd presume that I'm really a young man... with a face of a lady. :-|
Ako lang ata ang ganito malatin. Nag-aala-Brando. Woohoo me!
Let me tell you how it's like to be me:
My body clock works in so many ways. I can always reprogram it to the usual 4:00AM wake-up thing whenever long weekends or suspensions of classes ruin my sleeping habits. I love long walks and I like it when people invite me to walk with them even if there is a big blanket of awkward silence between us. That's how much I love walking. I've always thought that I could dance, but my lower body does not approve. I don't pretend to be strong. I'd like to believe that I am strong, not physically but... okay, so maybe I slap people so hard or I punch them really hard. If I slap you, or if I do any physical contact with you, it means I like you. Like you, not like, like you.
I'm dense most of the time, or I choose to be dense most of the time. But don't worry, the former happens more often. I used to assume, but now I don't because assumptions aren't something tangible I could hold on to. I sometimes feel that people could mistake my actions toward someone, but frankly, I don't care. I like to look at people and study them. I feel like people think I'm a bit of a stalker just because I know some things about people (like hello, have you ever heard of the internet? I'm guessing, no), but I used to be so good at stalking, I'd always end up hurting myself! XD
I like to sip the blood coming out of my lips when it's desert dry. I bite my lower lip to keep my mouth shut. I'm not easily annoyed, and people seem to find it weird. I don't like getting mad, but if I do get mad, I feel awful after. I like doing things for kicks. If you exaggerate something, I'd exaggerate it all the more. I'm sarcastic ever since I was younger. I don't recall myself being so awfully nice or sugarcoating things. My tongue spits fire.
So I really didn't tell you how it's like to be me. Boo me.
-oOo-
Look at this! Puede na akong pumasang Korean!
I'm buying a whiteboard tomorrow. I need to stop myself from talking too much.
Ako lang ata ang ganito malatin. Nag-aala-Brando. Woohoo me!
Let me tell you how it's like to be me:
My body clock works in so many ways. I can always reprogram it to the usual 4:00AM wake-up thing whenever long weekends or suspensions of classes ruin my sleeping habits. I love long walks and I like it when people invite me to walk with them even if there is a big blanket of awkward silence between us. That's how much I love walking. I've always thought that I could dance, but my lower body does not approve. I don't pretend to be strong. I'd like to believe that I am strong, not physically but... okay, so maybe I slap people so hard or I punch them really hard. If I slap you, or if I do any physical contact with you, it means I like you. Like you, not like, like you.
I'm dense most of the time, or I choose to be dense most of the time. But don't worry, the former happens more often. I used to assume, but now I don't because assumptions aren't something tangible I could hold on to. I sometimes feel that people could mistake my actions toward someone, but frankly, I don't care. I like to look at people and study them. I feel like people think I'm a bit of a stalker just because I know some things about people (like hello, have you ever heard of the internet? I'm guessing, no), but I used to be so good at stalking, I'd always end up hurting myself! XD
I like to sip the blood coming out of my lips when it's desert dry. I bite my lower lip to keep my mouth shut. I'm not easily annoyed, and people seem to find it weird. I don't like getting mad, but if I do get mad, I feel awful after. I like doing things for kicks. If you exaggerate something, I'd exaggerate it all the more. I'm sarcastic ever since I was younger. I don't recall myself being so awfully nice or sugarcoating things. My tongue spits fire.
So I really didn't tell you how it's like to be me. Boo me.
-oOo-
Look at this! Puede na akong pumasang Korean!
I'm buying a whiteboard tomorrow. I need to stop myself from talking too much.