I am so tired of having to keep it all inside. You don’t how it feels like to stay sitted and to act as if you are in the very least having a good time and enjoying people’s company. But in all honesty, you hate everything. Everything you hear. Or you are just simply jealous that whatever’s happening, youre ignored. And you don’t have the courage to tell this to anyone because you know they don’t really care and you don’t want their sympathy because it will only make them feel better on themselves. I just I fucking hate everyone right now. I hate this bitch in my class who sort of ruined my name in the class. I hate so much people right now I may explode. I just I wish it would all stop. Why does it have to end this way Why are you so fucking annoying Why am I stuck with you Why are you so pretentious Why why fucking why


Second Damn Day

Today is the second day for my diet. My dad brought home fast food. I think he is purposely tempting me to drool for yummy yet unhealthy foods. Yesterday he brought home roast chicken from a restaurant. Damn.

Anyway. So there went my diet. Although I punished myself with extra workout which still made me feel like it wasn’t enough. But it got me tiiireeed. Dead on the coach. I am sitting wait no, I am currently lying on our comfortable home-y couch which is super soft and comfortable when you’re this tired. I am glued. But I am forced to stand because my baby brother is yelling for me to carry him down. Outrageous .

And so I’m back. I know it will tire you to find my part two blog post.
Anyway where was I? Oh yes the couch. I will marry this couch. Oh Have I mentioned? My mom told me I’ll grow old staying single. Ouch. Possible.
If I don’t lose this flabs. Work out!!! See ya

PS: My instax came and I love it!! But the package was incomplete. Consumer right to redress!

See ya,
Nerr D


I see all I’ve posted are rants.
Well here’s some good news.
I desperately wanted to buy an instax! And so I was planning and inquiring and all, when I saw an ad that was way cheaper! I’m so happy! Great deals!’

Oh god I told you I was obsessed

Anyway so I guess I’ll be posting pictures now

Anti Social

I’m obsessed. This business has taken me over. I don’t blame it though, it is my own doing. I chose to be this way. But now I can’t change the way I am, because I’m addicted. What the hell do I do?

I am losing my life. My friends my social life. I want to attend social events but I get so tired easily and when I talk, all I think about is sleep and how I miss my bed so much, and how I just want to hug my baby brother.

I want it. I want it too believe me. I’m not all anti social. It’s just that I don’t know how to deal with it. How I can sart a conversation and worse, keep it alive. I’m just not me anymore. I’m not thr happy talkative girl that just hates awkward silence. I live awkward silence. I’m the awkward silence.

And I hate it. But I just can’t do anything to fix it.
It’s done.

I’m so confused.

Prom Night of Disaster

Hey everyone,
Let me tell you about my prom night, every girls’ dream, fantasy blah blah blah while me, I suffered of the thought of having to wear fitted sparkly gowns and heels that would made me walk like drunk. But of course it was a one time moment that I would never would have agree to let pass.

It happened on March. Yes, prom was held on February. Supposedly held. As usual, my school changed the date. Though no they didn’t always had their prom on March, only our batch. It’s like some sort of punishment as I see it. As you can see, my batch was the wildest most insane and would never stop talking I swear. Even the losers had a mouth with no zip. So they punish us..

But…. it was actually a good idea to move it on that date. That way we wouldn’t have insanely choose prom over our exams. I knew no one could focus for their exams because of prom. To think that we are an all girls school. And well, you know girls, they looove parties. I hated it. Not really. Hm.

Anyway, let me skip the painful parts of trying to find myself a nice thing to wear. It was really hard finding something. Because of my budget and not to mention my big tummy. It was all too hard for me. It took me about two days. Eventually, I ended up with the first dress I’ve fitted… on my first day of hunting one. So much time wasted!

My dress was simple. I was right about the sparkly thing. My dress was filled with sequins. Literally just sequins. Guess I had another disco ball costume. It was short though and not a gown. Worst of all, it was backless. And in that moment that I have handed my money to the cash register, I knew I was gonna die on my prom night. Gonna die of shame.

I thought of buying head turning shoes and accessories to drive away the attention of my fellow batch mates to my far from flawless back. Reality: black wedge with black beads. Floral Earrings. No necklace. It sucked. But it was okay. I aim for simplicity… Right? I also bought a concealer for my back. Which I can’t wait to tell you but, I’ve never even used it and I left it on the hotel bathroom of a pissed off mom of a friend of my friend. How unlucky.

Okay so the prom day itself! I went to my friends house. I was staying there to have myself dolled up. My friend said it worked for big time celebrities. And I was so excited!!!! Guess what happened? Utter failure. I asked them to keep my hair down. I think they were bothered with my boring suggestion, so they didn’t squeeze in any creative juices for my hair. Or my makeup. The makeup I had was exactly the same as my pal. What a waste. And I ha no compliments when I was done. Partly because my mom wasn’t there. Mostly because, as I told you, there were no creativity. I was so mad. But of course, a good friend I was, I hid it. But ofcourse I learned a lesson. Never trust a title. And I am no celebrity. They couldn’t transform me. Their makeup wasn’t pretty. The face of the celebrity was pretty.

One of the other embarrassing moments that happened while we had our makeup was when they asked my friend if she had a date. And she said yes and kept bragging how “hot” he was. I knew mine was “hotter” though. So then they asked me if I had a date. And I said no. Then they all had “poor girl” written on their eyes. And how I wanted so much wanted to explain to them that I did have a date. But he couldn’t go. Because of my friend. No space. I gave in. Only to know that there was an extra seat on our table. I was mad. Reaaaallly mad. But I managed to stop it. I was just disappointed that my friend didn’t even bother to tell me the other person couldn’t come. I guess she didn’t think I really had a date. Who would anyway? I looked more of the waitress during our prom.

Anyway, part two to be posted tomorrow. Stay tuned. It gets better.

Forbidden L- can’t even say it

Hi. If you ever read this.. Wait actually no I’m hoping you won’t ever read this.

I just want to tell you you bring me no… harm? Yes. But you are killing me. I don’t know why. But you’re driving me crazy. Like emotionally. You have made me break compromises I had made to myself. You are an exception to everything I don’t do. I’d gladly do it for you. Nooo. I dont want to be inlove with you. I must not. First of all, I must not. Second, I shouldn’t. Third, its just not allowed okay. And oh ugh. You don’t feel the same.

I feel so…. weird. Like half hype and half sleepy. And half numb. I am cut in three yes. I feel weird as f. And no I am not on drugs. Just reaaaally numb. Don’t know if I feel happy or sad? What should I be happy about? What more should I be sad about?

Conclusion: Life is cool but it’s fckn hard. Hang loose. Have faith. Trust me on this. And trust Him. He’s got your back, bro. Am I really convincing you? Or convincing myself? ….I don’t know.

Blogging off, Nerr D.
I love God. <;3

Btw, it's 2 am in the morning. What the hell am I doing? I have shchool.

Be NICE to the Newbie

Newbie on the Loose

Oh hi. Im new here. New in blogging. I have always thought of blogging and not revealing my identity, because that’s just cool. Don’t you think? Badass! haha. Like you can just go on and on and on typing, writing, expressing all you could in a blog. No one would know you anyway so they can’t judge. And who knows? Some might even be on the same stage you’re going through? Right? right.

feeling badass, nerd naman

What I just want to blog here are: 60% of how I feel and my everyday troubles. 5% of my opinions in random things like toothpaste, books, chocolates… toothpaste? Ok, thats just weird. I know. 15% of the online shops that I visit and just about completely dumbstruck with, trendy clothes, my outfits. You get the picture! 10% things I SOO want to have. 5% food. And 5% of things I can’t think of right now. Just surprising stuff that I may think of blogging about someday. This blog.. I want to be able to do it until I die. Or until I’m old enough or something. I want to keep this. I had always been the kind of person that keeps the most useless stuff. Just as long as it’s something with a story or memory buried with it. You know what I’m saying? So, can you do me favor? And just stay.. Keep reading my blog or support or something. That would be just fantastic. I would be so touched. But I dont wanna be clingy or anything. Everything is still upto you.

me by then

Anyway I did say I’ll keep my identity hidden right? ….for now. So what about I describe myself instead? Well… in my opinion ok? I am pretty small, at about 5 feet tall. Yup. I am that small. Sucks. Even my two years younger brother is now taller than me. Embarassing! I’m also tan. Kidding. Im more of red. My skin is weird. Some people tell me I’m more of a tomato color. As if my height’s not embarassing enough. Oh people. But I don’t think I’m red, so let’s stay with tan. I have chinky eyes, flabby flabs, brace face, long brown hair and my hands are tiny. Haha. So that’s about it. Let’s not talk about weight and size. I’ll just get sad and insecure hahaha. Let’s just say I’m pretty far from size zero. I also read. It just feels so good to read. Reading is one of my reality get-away. thatNERDYblogger! First is sleeping. But I’m not that much familiar with the encyclopedia. Im not good with words. I’m a swimmer but I don’t consider myself as best. I draw well and have been awarded for it, but what can I say? It’s in our blood anyway. My sister and brother are both as talented as me. Even better perhaps.
 So what can you say? Can you imagine my appearance? Someone you’d like to meet? hahaha. Now, now. This is quite long for a start, don’t you think? I think I should stop now. To those who have read it until here, I love you. I love you i love you.
signing off, anonymous nerdy blogger.
PS: I know this would seem pretty boring to you so I added pictures.
 PPS: this photos are not copyrighted by me. I got it from google. If you want the photo put down, please comment below.