Female

Born in December (I love the cold).

Fillipino, Born in the USA, New Jersey.

If my location says otherwise, its because I'm still overseas. It said Philippines for a while, and it said Canada because of my stopover in Vancouver

I have soo much summer work piling up, and marching band musik to memorize...

I can get lost in my imagination, have random artistic moments. I enjoy shorts story, folk tales, fairytales, adventures, especially when they convey special meanings and messages.

My favorite author is O. Henry.

Happy endings are difficult things to write, because if someone is happy, there's always someone else who isn't.

Do I have a bit of sarcastic humor? (damnit Arthur!)

WTF else do I do? Piano, Mallet Percussion, Marching Band, Choir, Drama (it seems everything i do in hs revolves around musik...)

Writing definetely counts too. If you read my fanfictions, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Usually the stories I write have some meaning that I wish to show to others.

If given the chance I would like to travel allover America, and then through Europe.

I find it sad that I've been to the capitol of Canada, but never to Washington D.C. (Considering the fact that their distances from where are practically the same...) (Alfred must be very mad...). So thats also a top priority on my travel list (ITS AT THE FREAKEN TOP).

Would like to visit Italy, Germany, Austria, Ukraine, Russia, and England.

Musik:

My Chemical Romance

Arctic Monkeys

The Strokes

Alexander Rybak

Beirut

The Killers

Boys Like Girls

Escape the Fate

Panic! At the Disco

Cobra Starchip

Gliere, Saint Saens, Chopin, Grieg, Brahms, Yann Tiersen, Klause Badelt, Yiruma

Manga

Hetalia

Pandora Hearts

Ouran High School Host Club

D Gray Man

Kuroshitsuji

Vampire Knight

This house is a circus, beserk as fuck.

We tend to see that as a perk,

though, Look

What its, done to your friends,

their memories are pretend,

And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end.

-This House is Circus, Arctic Monkeys

Another rose wilts in East Harlem

And uptown downtown a thousand miles between us

She's waiting for the night to fall

Let it fall, I'll never make it in time

Sound is the colour I know, oh,

Sound is what keeps me looking for your eyes,

And sound of your breath in the cold,

And oh, the sound that will bring me home again.

-East Harlem, Beirut

Yes you ran away,
To find the bright white lights of Hollywood
Sometimes in the rain,
I think I'd like to burn, I never will
And I know On holiday,
The green green grass of holiday.

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you oh
And my my my can anybody fly
This plane home?
And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you oh
And why why why won't anybody fly
This plane home?

Yes you, ran away, to catch the sun in California
I'll stay the same,
Under gray skies I'll come undone,
And I know on holiday,
The green green grass of holiday.

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you oh
And my my my, can anybody fly
This plane home?
And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you oh
And why why why, won't anybody fly
This plane home...

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you oh
And my my my, can anybody fly
This plane home?
And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you oh
And why why why,won't anybody fly
This plane home ...

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you oh
And my my my, can anybody fly
this plane home?

And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you oh
And why why why, won't anybody fly
This plane home?

-Green Grass, I Am Arrows