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Thursday, January 06, 2011
Things I Want to Do Before I Turn 20
So, here it is kids. Okay, I haven't really thought about it too much, but I'll try to make it up as I go along.
Emmaleigh's Suggestion: Get drunk enough to dance on a table. I don't dance, and I don't really trust that those flimsy bar tables can hold my weight. Anyway, if I were drunk I wouldn't trust myself to hold my own weight. I don't think I'd ever really have the guts to do this, but it'd be such fun if I can.
Go swimming in the campus pool after hours, with my org sis also turning 20 this month. Haha. I am such a bad girl, I'm starting to think I'd turn out to be a criminal after finishing this bucket list. Oh well, we'll see if I have the guts.
Cut my hair short. Okay, I know, I know. That's boring. But I've been wanting to get a haircut for the longest time, and my really thick, longish hair is really starting to bother me.
Well, this one is Em's suggestion too: Confess to my crush. I told her I've done this at least half a dozen times already, but now I think, what the heck. I might as well do it one more time. The last time, hopefully, as by now, he must be plenty irritated.
Learn to do a cartwheel. Cheerdance is coming soon, and so the need for this. Also, we have a deadline for this. That would be tomorrow.
Well. I guess that's about it. There's only so much a person can do in 2 weeks, what with cheerdance practice and exams and whatnot. Wish me luck!
Well, what do you know. It's a new year, and it's January. We all know what that means. Ok, so, no we don't. We don't all know that January is my birthday month. Well, it is. And in 17 days, my teenage years officially end.
Yes. That is rather bumming me out.
I am getting old. And just so I could exit my teenage life with a bang, I feel like doing something stupid and crazy before my birthday. Maybe ON my birthday. That would be difficult, though, considering how many stupid and crazy things I have already done. It would be hard to find something else to do.
Next (I hope): Bucket List for 16 Days
Anyway, for now let's enjoy a little theme song for the upcoming end.
A couple of days ago, October ended and November began. And as November began, so did I start working on my novel for NaNoWriMo. I finished two days successfully, and was up to about 3700 words. But on my third day (yesterday), I promised my high school girl friends I'd go out with them, and I ended up not coming home for the night, and so I didn't get to write anything. Today, to make up for it I ought to write about 3000 words, but I don't think I will, 'cause I feel tired, and dizzy from lack of sleep, and lazy. Mostly lazy though.
I guess that's the problem, isn't it? I guess like a lot of Filipinos--though certainly I don't limit this habit to Filipinos--I have that bad habit of being "ningas-kugon". For all non-Filipinos out there, I guess that roughly translates to "spark heath". Yeah, I used Google translate for kugon.
So. What's ningas kugon?Literally, ningas kugon describes a piece of dry grass (kugon) catching fire. I think. Yes, quickly it burns, and brightly, but only for a while. It describes that habit we have of starting things and doing them well, but not for long.
That is so like me right now. Already, I am sick of writing. No, let me restate that. I am not sick of writing. I love to write. It's just that I hate writing under pressure. Nothing good ever comes of it. I remember my high school journalism days. I used to hide from our editor-in-chief whenever my work was due, or else pretend the file got corrupted, or that I lost it/ left it at home/ already gave it and he lost it. Yeah, bad me, I know. But that's just how I was. That's probably how I still am.
I'm not planning on writing anything today. Or tomorrow for that matter. And when school starts, who knows where my attention will wander? I need inspiration. :(
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i am old yet i'm a child. indecisive. cautious. moody. sarcastic. antagonistically honest.
i can curse like a sailor
and i can love the way only an idiot would: purely, whole-heartedly, truly.