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I never feel good enough for my family. I’ve been feeling that way for a long time already, but it’s just now that I really thought about it.

I play guitar, and so does my sister. I play piano, and so does my sister. I sing, and so does my sister. I make my artworks on Photoshop, my sister keeps asking me to teach her Photoshop. I’m proud of my sister, really. The problem is, she always ends up being the one that’s praised by the whole family. When she wanted to learn how to play guitar, I got upset because it’s the only thing I’m good at at the time and she would get all the attention. The piano thing was mutual. We were both forced to learn it at an early age. Then, there’s the singing. I’ve always loved singing. My sister’s great too. But I never get my chance to show that because Andie’s the one who went to Center for Pop, Andie’s the one who performed in a real stage already, Andie’s the one who has performed in front of tons of people in Music Museum. It’s always Andie, Andie, Andie. Then, there’s the Photoshop thing. I’ve been trying to learn different things on Photoshop for half a year now.And, now, she’s trying to learn that, too. I have nothing against her learning new things. It’s just that, everyone’s ATTENTION will on her now. Everyone will be PRAISING her because this and that and this and that. What about me?

Then, there’s my brother. My super awesome big brother. I love him. Well, you know, I love my family. He dances. I dance too. I don’t dance like him though. I can honestly say that I’ll never be as good as him no matter how hard I try. He can, like, easily win So You Think You Can Dance or something dance-related. Idk. What’s the problem here now? Every time… EVERY TIME I dance with him, I show him ‘my moves,’ he always criticizes me. Saying, “No! Not like that!” or “I can do better than that/you!” I’m just sick of it. I know he’s better than me but it sucks that he has to say that to me EVERY TIME I try.

I love them and everything. All I really want is to be able to do something that would set me apart from them, something that would make me unique or different. I want to be able to do something that would make them PROUD OF ME like when they say “wow” to all my brother’s dance steps or “you are so great” to all Andrea’s doings.

What about me? Am I never good enough?

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DELENA!

Lol. I think I’m like the only Stelena fan. </3 But I soooooo love Damon! :)

Guilty Pleasure: Watching The Vampire Diaries

We lost all of the Season 1 and 2 episodes when my dad fixed the PC so I asked him to download it again. It’s been 3 weeks and only 10 are finished. I can’t wait!

I’m currently having a marathon of the episodes I already have, starting with Season 1, Episode 1.

Before I go back to school , I WILL have my alone time and watch TVD from Season 1 to Season 3. I will be gushing over Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley again. Jsyk, I’m on Team Stelena but I’m on Team Ian. Haha. :)

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“My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press.

 But I resist it.” —Four, Divergent (Veronica Roth)

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This is actually heartbreaking when you remember Lilo tells Stitch her parents went for a drive, and the bad weather caused them to crash.

I always thought this scene was adorable

Wow thanks guy

Right in the childhood.

i never made that connection

Oh my god. That’s why it’s so important to her. Oh my god

this is tragic.

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• I woke up around 6 AM because my dad and I had to go to rehab for our therapy again
• We left the house around 8 AM (because my bro and sis are so slow) and bought breakfast at McDonald’s
• We arrived in rehab and I read The Lightning Thief but fell asleep on the couch
• My brother had to wake me because my PT was already calling me.
• My routine was different. My PT first massaged the affected foot, then did the ultrasound thingamabob that was supposed to relax the muscles of my foot, then he released me (it’s like a massage but a whole lot more painful), then we did a few exercises [the usual where I’d pull a cloth with wights on it across the board using my toes, then I had to rotate the rotating board using my ankles 20 times CW and 20 times CCW, and lastly my PT placed 1 kg weights on my foot and I had to raise it up and put it down again and again for 20 times].
• This was honestly the hardest therapy I went through. Haha.
• Next, my dad, my siblings and I went to Robinsons Galleria to look for our costumes for the dance concert on June 2 plus the other things we need for school that we still didn’t have. We ate lunch at Pancake House and decided to shop after.
• I had a hard time looking for the perfect all-white costume for our dance. It was frustrating and considering that I just finished therapy, my foot was aching and I had to walk without wearing my shoes. I just, like, put my feet on top of my shoes and walked like that. Embarrassing but funny.
• We stopped by Starbucks and I got my usual Grande Soy Strawberries and Cream frappe and a slice of Oreo Cheesecake. Yum. I even said my name was Annie again. With Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair in mind.
• We finished shopping and bought Krispy Kreme doughnuts to bring home.
• It was an awesome day although my feet were aching (and I didn’t get to talk to Jae). :)

Today was nothing but a blank. I kept thinking about you, but I couldn’t get the courage to talk to you for the whole day. We didn’t talk all day. But I’m pretty sure we’ll talk again tomorrow. Idk. Classes have been pretty rushed anyways, and we need to get ready, which means more time for the both of us.

I really can’t get you off my mind. My mind is filled with images of you from all the times I’ve seen you or been with you.

Jae, the 15-year-old Senior from my summer dance class. Jae, the guy who never doubted to trust me even for one second even if we’ve only known each other for a week. Jae, the guy who can dance like it’s the only thing he’s ever done in his whole life. Jae, the guy who can make you smile with that adorable laugh of his or that smile that just lights up the room. Jae, the guy who always seems to know the right words to say to make you feel better.

“Why do you have such a thing for guys whose names start with J, Aly?” my friend once asked. I never thought about until now. All my past crushes’ names started with J. And again, there’s you. J. J. J. J. Jae.

Get out of my head, fall into my arms instead. Get out of my mind, come into my life. I don’t know what it is, but I need that one thing. You’ve got that one thing. 

Anyhoo, I’ll just see you on Monday. And maybe we can do that plan of ours to get vain in front of the camera. I’d love that.

Stay amazing, Jae. Dance the night away. :) x

Love, The Avenger.

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He wants to take a picture of you!!! Okay, tell her something she doesn’t know, Moesha. haha, Oh My Greyson!!! :”“”> And he gets to text you and stuffs!!! gaaah!!! i iz completely jealous right now!!! :”“”“>

Hahaha. asgasfgaslfgasjas; I’m still freaking out about everything that’s happening!!! Idek. :))))

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ugh this is beautiful

Wow. Just. Amazing.

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Yesterday, May 25, was an unforgettable day. Really.

From the top, shall we?

Yesterday, I came in early again. As usual. My sister’s class remember? I waited and waited and waited for you. You kept on text messaging but I couldn’t reply because I didn’t know what to say. Plus, I thought you’d think I’m boring or something. You arrived a little earlier today, around 11. You saw me with my camera inside the studio and you waved at me, I waved back. You stayed outside while waiting for class to start. Then, Nicole arrived and I went outside to greet her. We looked at each other for like a second until we both looked away.

Class started and we greeted each other inside again. Not much talking like we do over the phone, but, yeah.

You weren’t feeling well that time and I was honestly worried about you but you seemed well when you entered class. Screw me for not thinking that you might be faking it. We practiced Sweet Dreams a bit and then Go Hard. After a few rounds, we had our water break. You went out because you got dizzy and you felt like throwing up. I was seriously worried about you. We decided to go on with the practice. We were being placed to our blockings for the final pose. Shortly after that, you went back and said you were feeling better. You joined us again and I was glad you felt better. You were place behind Ate JC and I. Coach even joked that if ever you feel like throwing up again, just grab my or Ate JC’s shirt and throw up on our backs. Gross. We all laughed to that. When we finalized our position, the three of us started fooling around. We were doing random poses from “Voltes 5” to other kinds of shit. We even posed like Charlie’s Angels or whatchamacallit, facing the mirror and posing like lunatic models. That was the best part of the day. I wish we could just pause that moment and live in it forever.. Maybe just the two of us or something. After our foolishness, Coach finally finished how he wanted us to be like. So, we went on with the final steps of the routine, going to the final poses. You were Ate JC and I’s mark and we were like going around and around like Coach told us to (because we were robots who were going crazy and dysfunctional). We ended up hitting each other and laughing at each other. We kept doing the poses and such then laughing. It was a great time.

We tried doing the dance without facing the many mirrors of the studio so we would avoid copying each other and we could memorize the steps. The problem was, the mirrors were also the guides to our blockings. You were far from the center. Ate JC was whispering “pssst, move,” but you couldn’t hear her. I had to grab you and put you in the right position. You smiled and said sorry. We, then, started dancing again.

The rest of the session was just a tiring practise of our routine. We went on and on and on without even a pause in the middle of the songs. Tiring. I even got dizzy on our 3rd to the last set of the dance.

Nevertheless, it was an amazing time.

After our session, I got my phone from my bag only to find 3 new messages from you. It was from before class started. One saying that you wanted me to take a picture of you. I laughed at that. You are soooo vain, Jae. So vain.

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