Kissing You OH MY LOVE!!!!!!

I know it's an old song but I'm so addicted to Girls' Generation's "Kissing You". Its sweet melody, heartfelt lyrics, and bouncy rhythm make it the perfect song for any girl who's in a girly, flirty, or sweet mood. Just one of those moments where you feel fluttery :D. And what's not to love? Despite not being able to understand the lyrics or sing to it fluently and properly, the melody is enough for me to know what it means.

When I hear this song, I remember Mister Genie. I don't know why. There's always a Korean song that-although I only rely on English versions-reminds me of Mister Genie because of the lyrics. Such as Kiss, Kissing You, Mister, and so much more. I dunno. I know how weird my imagination is and there are times when I hear Kissing You and when I see the Kissing You music video, I would imagine me doing those things from the music video to Genie. Nothing explicit. It's all cute. It's just that, when I hear it, I can't stop thinking about Genie...hmm..

Oh and by the way, another one of my weird writings:

A COMBINATION OF KOREAN POP SONGS' TITLES TURNED INTO A RHYMING WHATEVER.:]

Hey there, there Mister oppa. I just wanna Kiss, I never wanna miss. If you want something from me then Tell Me Your Wish. Abracadabra, it's magic. Saranghae, love isn't tragic. You're Romeo and I'm Juliette. I'm going Michyeosso, don't you get it? Sorry, Sorry you're too slow. Neorago, it's you don't you know. Bogoshipda, On A Saturday Night. Friday's the time, yeah that's right. I wanna be Kissing You, Oppa Barabwa! I feel bad that you don't get the clues I'm throwing at ya. Gee, gee, gee you're my Butterfly. No, no, no, no don't tell me Lies. You're sweet like Lollipop and more dalkhom than Chocolate Love. You can't make me stop. But you don't know What A Girl Wants and you won't even give me all you've got. Shy boy, you're wasting my time. It's a pity the change of these feelings of mine. I loved you once I'm confused about you twice. These feelings are clandestine, they're not for you to know. So if you're not gonna step up and catch my flow, then you've got to Gara, Gara Go!

annyeong! ~>

All New Projects, All New Ideas.

If you subscribe to the YouTube account bearing the username "vertigogodame", you'll usually get dance covers. Well, to my dear subscribers[hahah. self-centered much! you only have 5 subscribers my dear. inner voice: well i don't care! they're still dear subscribers to me!], as a talented young person both in the fields of dancing and writing, I will be presenting another treat for you (oh shucks! this is sappy!!!) in the form of VLOGs. What is a 'vlog'? What is this alien word of which I speak of? Vlog just happens to be the abbreviated form of 'Video Blog' which is kinda like a viewable, moving blog. In there, I shall discuss stuff that goes on in my life, my opinions on certain issues and topics, a wee bit of gossip [woah! scandalous!], movie/tv/music/whatever reviews, and emotional joys and pains. I decided to do this because I believe Vlog serves as a good training ground for me if I want to become a reporter for CNN one day. [yes, it is my GOAL, DREAM, PASSION, and...well not obsession...to become a reporter for CNN. Although I seldom watch it and I only do whenever I'm bored, I still believe that it is a good source of news and information that's why I want to work there.] Not only that, it will also give you an inside scoop of what my life is like. Just so you know what kind of girl you're dealing with.

Another idea that I have is posting of SuJu fanfics here on my blog. Fanfics, not novels. I do write novels but just to differentiate my fanfics from my novels, my fanfics are rather short and shallow while my novels are long and deep. SuJu fanfics in the sense that the main characters-regardless of whether they are protagonists or antagonists-are the members of famous Korean boyband Super Junior. I shall post them here and update them from time to time if it permits me.

One last idea, joining fanfiction. net. Many of you or most of you may be familiar with this website and I'm sure you already have some background knowledge about it even though you don't use it. Fanfiction.net is the LARGEST FF collection on the Web. It has everything from Movies to TV to Novels to whatever. I also believe that this is a good way to enhance and hone my writing skills since I want to be a writer as well. SuJu Fanfics will be posted both here and there so that other people who are too lazy to look for my blog will be able to read them there.

So these are my new projects for 2010. SeeYaDon'tDonWannaMichyeo! [hahaha. get it?]

So The Weekend Has Passed Yet Again.

Alright so the weekend is OFFICIALLY about to end and another week is about to start. Make that a boring week for all you Science, Math, and Information Technology opposers and antis!!! But what is SMIT Week in the first place? SMIT Week stands for Science, Math and Information Technology [is that correct?] Week. It's a week dedicated to, obviously, science, math and computer. Anything that has something to do with those three subjects are being celebrated and apprectiated. Well in my case, lambasted and slept during! Yes, whenever SMIT Week comes, it's the time for me and my not so scientifically inclined minions..ehem friends :]] [sorry! i was being funny!] to sleep and just hang around like nothing's happening. Most scifreaks, mathniacs, and computeraddicts are having a grand celebration since this is the time of their lives. I know I sound mean but it's a way of saying, those who are into SMIT stuff are heavily participating in the events and activities that are taking place or will be taking place in the said week. But since I am NOT...wait, since I never was, never am, and never will be a SMIT enthusiast, this week will always be the most boring week for me for as long as I am studying in that damn school. [God, I hope no teachers read this!]

On the bright side, SMIT Week provides us non-SMIT participants with LOADS AND LOADS AND LOADS AND LOADS of free time. Loads and loads of free time with very little supervision from teachers since they are busy with the SMIT contest participants. Lucky for us inactive and stagnant ones, we just hang around, sleep, and listen to the iPod. It gets boring but in a way, it's better boring doing nothing than boring doing something boring..[woah. did you get that?]

So yet again, another week, another 7 days. Well, life goes on. Live with it or die cause of it :))

Okay, This Is Pathetic

I've been browsing the Internet recently out of boredom and I've come across this "Anti-Super Junior" site. I am a fan of Super Junior [fan, not fanatic], hence the picture, and seeing this site stirred some emotions in me. Well not the kind of 'emotions' that would be synonymous to sadness or what but the kind of emotions that would mean a mix of cynicsm, anger, and sarcasm. What did the hate site look like? I don't want to describe it 'cause some things are better left imagined than described. You all know what a hate site looks like so you most probably already have an idea what it contains. Anyways, looking at the site and reading everything post by post made me either laugh, smirk, or fume. Laugh in the sense that someone is so dedicated, so willing, and so obsessed that she would make a site like this. Fume in the sense that some posts were just borderline personal and that particular post touched a topic that is deeply sensitive. And smirk in the sense that some posts are just plain stupid....Stupid posts make me smirk. [uses her Indiana Jones voice....]

So what's her purpose anyways? Obviously, her purpose for making the site is because she isn't a Super Junior fan and every inch of the members just pisses her off. Understandable. You cannot please everybody. Even I have my own share of hated groups...[ehem...]. But think about it, if you aren't a fan of SuJu...well not just SuJu but just about any artist, why would you waste so much time, effort, energy, and precious sleeping time [yes, sites as such can really swipe your slumber] trying to make a site about them. It only goes to show that you're just as obsessed as the typical fan girl, just in a different way but you're still obsessed. Also, as I mentioned above, she touched a particularly sensitive issue regarding Donghae's dad who passed away some few years ago. Although not much dissing was present, the post still possessed negative vibes. I commented on her post saying that it was completely immature of her to make fun of a deceased person. If someone would insult her family members, I told her, how would she feel, right? Things such as these piss me off and crack me up at the same time. Oh dear...

I don't like Big Bang. I never liked them but I'm not saying that I never will. I don't want to close doors on any opportunity for me to turn the right cheek and start appreciating them. Although I don't like their style, their music, their everything, I don't go as far off as making pathetic hate sites for them. I respect their efforts and their hard work because I myself know that what they're doing isn't easy. Because if I don't want people bashing me for what I do, I don't do it to others.

Depression...

Okay, I know my posts have been really melancholic recently [who the fuck reads my crap anyway?] but I've been really sad for the past few weeks. Well not totally sad everyday but I have more down moments than up moments. I've been getting really paranoid about things and I've been sleeping too much. And yes I do sleep when I'm depressed. It feels like I don't have energy to do anything anymore. [and I owe it all to those three bastards who said the sharpest things that no one could ever tolerate. THANKS A LOT, SOBs!] No, I never thought of suicide. No, I don't cut myself. And no, I never thought of even blaming myself. I'm too self-righteous for that. I'm not at fault. They're the dysfunctional ones, not me.

I believe my title isn't finished yet. Depression....can always subside. Sadness can always turn into happiness. How? By talking to friends. Friends who really care about you. Friends who are there to support you no matter what. Last night, when I was feeling my lowest, four of my dearest friends popped up on my YM list and started chatting with me. We joked around, we teased around, we talked about stuff, and even if it was already 9:30 pm [which is late for me and early for some of you..], I never felt sleepy as I really enjoyed our conversations. That's when I can say that my depression...well, didn't really go away but somehow subsided. Mellowed down, shall we say. I really enjoy the fact that some of my friends would actually take notice of my status and ask me what's wrong and offer their help. It warms my heart to know that there are people who ACTUALLY care ;)...care in the sense that they encourage you, they believe in you, they cheer for you. I love the fact that these friends always cheer me on no matter what happens. One in particular [I have mentioned her in one of my posts two years ago...Luna .]>

And I won't just take her word for it. I'll really do it and believe in it. Yes, I believe in my own awesome-ness. I believe that I have what it takes to be the best in my own fields. I won't give up no matter what obstacles I face and I will never let others pull me down. I'm gonna keep doing my own thing no matter what!

"Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no river wide enough..."

aja! hwaiting!!!!!

Congratulations, Ms. Flake!

Just as the title above said, 'Congratulations, Ms. Flake. You are now the most hated girl in your batch.' That should be what the announcer will tell me when he hands over the "Bitch Of The Year" award to me, not to mention the sash with the words "Despise Queen" or "Ice Queen" written across. Maybe if we were to have a yearbook this year, I would be voted "Ms. Show-Off". Really. All these awards? God, how flattering!

Now I don't mean to bash myself or I don't mean to degrade myself but it's true. At first I thought those were just rumours made up to bring me down but as time flies by, I soon figure out that those things they would talk to me about are true. Many people do talk about me behind my back. At times, I would hear them say good things or praise me when I'm around. And whenever I would speak in front, write for the school paper or dance, they would-just as the same-praise me when I'm around and then talk about me behind my back, trying desperately to ruin my good name.

At first, I just let it slide. It's okay, I said. They can say whatever they want for as long as they don't fuck around with me because the moment they do that deliberately and bluntly, I will not hold back to show them how I get mad. So I just continued doing what I want to do, me still being a confident person just the way I really am. But it got worse. One of my guy friends would approach me everyday to give me something that seemed to me like a 'daily tabulation' or 'daily report' of how many people hate me, how many people talk about me behind my back, etc. etc. etc...it really got to me and I was really annoyed at that guy. If I were mean enough, I would say "Stop caring." but I didn't cause he's my friend. So I just tell him to let them be. He didn't do it for a long time....

Until today. Today would be one of the worst days in my life. So here's how the story goes: I was sitting near the _________ classroom with my Korean friend and my best friend when these 3 guys who I called "friends" approached us and talked to us. My best friend stood up and went to the comfort room to fix her hair. With her gone, the three took this an opportunity to once again make me feel bad. One in particular asked me, "Bakit ang lakas ng loob mo?" pertaining to me having the confidence to go up there and dance while the other asked the same. I answered in a semi-annoyed manner [as this is the umpteenth time they asked this] that this is the way I grew up and there is nothing they could do about it. Then it struck. The one bastard said, "Pwede ba wag mo na lang ipakita. Kasi hindi maganda tignan. Plastic lang sila..." something like that. Those words were like an arrow through the heart. That's how it hurts. My entire body went numb and I became half-blind and totally deaf. I couldn't hear anything. I just sat there, staring at the hallway waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. It was as if I was waiting for a miracle or something. Then I played those words again and again in my mind and I couldn't really accept the fact that these guys whom I thought were my friends, could say something so degrading, so discouraging, and so...so...God! Words aren't enough to explain this. I think it needs emotion as well.

Let me clarify this to avoid all sorts of questions. But these are questions that most people would ask me:

1. "Why did they say those words to you?"

->Well obviously, that's something I myself cannot answer. I find myself asking the same question over and over again. I guess they were either showing fake concern or they are deliberately trying to pull me down. Either way, it's negative.

2. "Are you affected"

->You're damn right I am affected! Dude, these are my friends and this is my talent we're talking about. This isn't just some dress that you can slip on and off!!!

Back to the point, I'd like to emphasize number 2. Yes. I am so goddamn affected. Do you know what it's like working hard for an hour or so practicing dance steps you so worked hard to learn and memorize? Do you know how it feels performing in front of loads of people, trying to overcome stagefright and all? And lastly....LASTLY!!!!!!! Do you know what it feels like having friends whom you thought supported you only to have them pull you down? That just shows what completely honest, sincere, true friends you are, then! I was counting on your support, waiting for that "hwaiting!!!" cheer that you should be giving me. Instead I get this crap saying that I'm not good enough. Well thank you very much.

NO ONE DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS NO MATTER HOW DIFFERENT YOUR PERSONALITY MAY BE. I KNOW I MAY BE OVERREACTING SINCE IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE POSTED ON A TOPIC THAT I'VE BEEN HEARING OF FOR LIKE...MONTHS BUT I'M JUST FED UP. I TYPED THIS STATEMENT IN BOLD LETTERS JUST TO EMPHASIZE HOW COMPLETELY DOWN I AM!

I know I may not be the 'ideal' girl out there. I have a lot of shortcomings and I myself am aware of that. I may be snobbish, a bit bossy, too much of a perfectionist, somewhat a show off, a little bit of a priss, a wee bit of a sass, somehow cold and all that but this doesn't mean you should treat me in such a way, especially if I have never done you wrong.

~just a message. i hope it's clear. i don't want anyone to ask me about this. i don't want anyone to ask why the hell i ran all the way to the guidance office to bawl my eyes out and possibly embarrass myself in front of _______~

now that was funny...

spreading the SOSHIFIED love. Hwaiting!

I'm Dying For Your Kiss, I Never Wanna Miss <3

I know it's pretty old news but I'm addicted to "Kiss" by Sandara Park ft. CL. This is the official song of their CF for Cass Beer in South Korea. [I haven't seen the video cause YouTube takes forever to buff...so yeah. I just like the song.] I really like the song cause it reminds me of someone. A certain "Mister Genie" from school. The reason behind his name is because of the songs "Mister" by Kara and "Genie" by SNSD. You see, it reminds me of Mister Genie because when I read the English translation of the song, the description of the guy matches his personality. Shy, a bit quiet, not too aggressive, etc. I especially like the part in Kiss wherein Sandara sings, (translated) "Don't smile, it's so dull" and "Are you a guy by any chance?" Upon reading those, I cracked up but I couldn't help but think it over. Yeah, it is somehow pertaining to Mister Genie since he's a really boring person and he's shy so it's like asking if he really is the guy he claims to be.

Just a little background, Mister Genie is a schoolmate of mine. Not only is he that, he's a friend, an older brother, a confidant, and something else. We connected instantly since we both share the same passion for something [I don't have a lack of words. I'm just substituting it so that if ever he or any of my class/schoolmates read this, they wouldn't know it's him. Only my close friends know.] and because of the fact that the psychological drama he has gone through over the years is the same psychological drama that I am going through now. However, we are different in more ways than we are alike in some. He's a...well, I wouldn't say he's weak but I'd rather say that his personality is much more mellow than mine. To say the least, he's less daring and would rather keep his mouth shut. I'm pretty noisy though I'm not friendly. I just like to make noise with my few close friends. Also, like I said, he's more shy. I may not be popular but I sure know how to put myself in front. He's not like that. I don't see any confidence in him. Sure, he can approach others and talk to them but doing the things I did is somewhat impossible for him.

But nonetheless, I love Mister Genie. Not just as a crush or an admirer [whew! admirer? what the fuck?] but as a friend, a brother, a schoolmate. Why do I love him? I love him because he's a really kind guy despite some shortcomings. Although he may not be as aggressive, arrogant, and cocky as most guys his age, I'd rather like a shy guy than a fly guy. I don't like guys who brag about themselves too much, though I am a person who occasionally brags about herself. Not only that, he respects me though he teases me at times. I told him to stop, he stopped. He's the kind of guy who jokes around for fun and not for the sole purpose of insulting that person. That's the kind of guy I like.

This isn't a campaign or self-promotion. I'm not looking for anyone. Just because I posted my ideal guy's personality doesn't mean I am looking for one.

Thoughts.

I'm having a pretty lonely day today. Why? Cause alot of bad things have been going on. It seems as if I have a shortage of luck/happiness today. Early on this morning, I went to the Guidance Office to talk to our Guidance Counselor. Just a little info, in our school, when the words "Guidance Office" are mentioned, fear strikes the hearts of students. In our school, the words "Guidance Office" are synonymous to punishment, sanctions, expulsions, etc. Trouble, for short. But for me, it's an entire different story. Guidance Office for me is a safe haven. It's a place where I go to when I have problems. It's a safe zone for me. It's heaven for me. I know most students find it weird that I frequent the said place but for me, it's as normal as it gets. It's even more abnormal if I don't visit.

So anyways back to the point, I really felt lonely and the sadness only added up when I opened up to our GC. I told her about how paranoid I am since I feel as if people from my batch hate me. And it's partly true! Ever since the day I started becoming more outgoing and confident, people have been receiving me the wrong way. They started bashing me, being rude to me, hating on me, saying bad stuff about me, and the like. Ever since I started speaking my mind, people have been labeling me as a 'show-off' or a 'rude girl'. Ever since I started dancing and/or performing, people started calling me 'maarte' or an 'attention whore' [Note: these aren't the exact words they used. If they called me an attention whore, let alone a whore, I'd smack them square in the face! Call me what you may but nobody calls me a whore!]. I also told her about how people would distance themselves from me. Don't get it? Alright, I'll give an example. If we are to perform a social dance or a formal dance that requires a partner, nobody would volunteer to be my partner. I would end up with either my best friend or dancing alone. [Dancing alone is better though but I like dancing with my friend. We like acting stupid anyways :))] Or if ever a teacher would select our partners, whoever my partner was would always complain or distance himself and the others would tease him stuff like "Good luck [insert name here]". I don't hit back at them since I know I would get to nowhere but there are times wherein I really yell at them or reprimand them. It's really very annoying how people tend to avoid you. Sure, I may not be one of the prettiest girls around. I'm not that popular and I'm not that stylish but these shouldn't be reasons for you to treat me with utter disrespect. Another example? Whenever I speak in front of the class, I would see some students laughing, not listening, and some would even boldly and bluntly cover their ears. Also, when I announce something and I'm announcing in detail, some would butt in and say that they already know what I'm about to announce. It's so fucking irritating, annoying, angering! They're damn lucky I know how to control my temper cause if I flare up, there's no stopping me.

But I had my share of fun as well. Whenever I'm mad, I would just yell at whoever I was mad at and the entire class would hear it, thus putting the said offender in a whirlwind of humiliation and ridicule. I also had my share of misunderstandings or my so-called "stressed" days. A classic, memorable example of these "stressed" days is when I got into a near fight with my schoolmate cause I told her I wouldn't be able to make the flyers for our DramaFest, or when me and my best friend had a falling out because of something I wrote or it could be the dance thing between me and my best friend.[I'm not careless, I'm just expressive.]. Life indeed has its sweet and sour moments. Just like pork <3.

There's a recurrent thought in my mind. Why do people hate me? What have I done to cause them to dislike me so much? What wrong thing did I do to make them despise me? I accept the fact that I have a very little number of friends but to have more enemies/haters than friends is really something. I don't know about you but I think jealousy is brewing somewhere. I don't mean to brag but I'm not totally incapable or untalented. I can do many things and since I have the confidence to flaunt it, most people could be jealous.

But it's okay, you know! That's what I told myself the moment I started writing this sentence. I don't care what they say, do, or think about me. It's not their opinion that matters. Their thoughts are insignificant, my satisfaction is important. Another example. The dance video of mine that a friend uploaded on Facebook. Sure a lot of people commented positive stuff on it but in this world and in my complicated life, you can never tell who's real and who isn't. But I'm a smart girl. I get the hint. I can tell if what that person posted is real or not. As expected, majority of those who posted comments there, posted fake stuff. Fake praises, fake cheers. Fake people. Like I said, their opinions don't matter. I know I'm not a good dancer for them. They just like to make me their laughing stock or the butt of their jokes. But I don't care about them. They can't control me.

That's another feeling I've been battling: the feeling of worthlessness which could be attributed to the negative comments of other people. People would say that I'm a good dancer. It's flattering but whenever I would dance, I would see them snickering, laughing, giggling, chuckling or any synonym for laughter. Based on their facial expressions and reactions, what do they expect me to think? Of course, that they're laughing at me. What they say is not real. It's nothing but plastic. They're just kidding me. But I don't believe in them. No I don't. I believe in myself. I'm a good dancer. I can dance and I know it. If I'm not a good dancer for them, then that's they're problem. For me, I know what I can and cannot do and dancing is definitely one of those things that I personally excel in. I can't back down now. I've come too far to quit.

All this we discussed. It brought a few tears to my eyes but I must admit, I'm all cried out. My tears have dried. I can't cry anymore. All I can do is feel sad but crying is something that I certainly have forgotten how to do.

I Used To Feel Bad About Myself But Now...

Recently, I have been hearing this Korean pop song entitled "Women's Generation" by SeeYa, Davichi, and Ji Yeon of T-ara. It's a really wonderful song with a catchy melody and although I am unable to understand the lyrics, the title itself speaks for the song. When someone says "Women's Generation", the first thing that comes into my mind is women empowerment or feminism. And I was right! When I watched and English-subbed version of the music video, the lyrics had "more boldly and confident" stuff like that in them. Upon hearing that and reading those, my old personality flashed back before my eyes.

Back when I was in the 6th grade and up to 8th grade or 2nd year high school as we call it here in the Philippines, I was a shy girl. Whenever I felt like saying something, I couldn't raise my voice or say what I feel. I was afraid of what others would say or think about me. I remembered back in my freshman year, when this certain classmate of mine would bully me, I would just scoff off at him or cuss at him under my breath. So low he wouldn't be able to hear it. It sure made him think it's okay so he bullied me until 2nd year. He made me cry twice but I was very weak then. I never wanted to report him to the proper school authorities since I was afraid that they would tease me and call me "teacher's girl" or "sumbungera" [sumbungera in the Philippines is a word we use to refer to kids who tell on their enemies.]. I didn't want to look dependent but I guess I wasn't using my brain at that time. Sure, they didn't look at me as a dependent girl but I was allowing myself to be pushed around which isn't good! Nobody has the right to be bullied and/or taken advantage of. Also, it was during that certain period that I adapted the "follow the leader" strategy in my life. Back then, I never made any decisions for myself. I would rather follow the elder/leader if ever we worked in a group. Whenever they would tell me to do something, I would do it right away for fear that they might get mad at me if I declined. If ever things didn't go my way back then, I would resort to crying. I was too emotional. But the gravest sin of them all, the one I couldn't forgive myself for until now was the fact that I never believed in myself. I always told myself that I wasn't good enough and I'll never be good enough, that I was the ugliest girl in class if not the entire school, that I don't have talents...etc, etc, etc.

Until 3rd year came. Aha! Then it hit me! That's the time when I began to use my brain and decide that my life should be ran by my head and not my heart. I should think and not cry about things. And that's exactly what I did. It began during April. We were vacationing in the United States when I started to do a flashback on my sophomore years. I remembered everything from the first time I entered the classroom to the farewell party with the big pizza. (:D). School year 2008-2009 bore good and bad but all memorable moments for me. Suddenly, I recalled what that classmate did to me. Teasing me, stepping on my brand new US-bought shoes, and hurting me physically. Lying on the soft bed with the warm comforters over me, I began to think... "Do I want this to happen to me again? Do I want to be pushed around, bullied, taken for granted, taken advantage of again? Is this the life I want?". My answer: NO!. A big, fat, chunky NO! Who the hell wants to be taken advantage of? That's when I thought, it's time for change. I better change my personality or else, I'm gonna be a pitiful little girl for the rest of my life. I'm gonna be more hapless than ever. So I thought, this year. This new school year calls for a new me. This school year, I promise to be more confident. I promise to be braver. I promise to stand up for myself whenever I'm oppressed. I promise to believe in myself.

If you think those are just false promises that I said as a defense mechanism , you're dead wrong. Third year is a very remarkable year for me. I kept my promise. I became a bolder, stronger, more daring person. I did things I never thought I could do such as speaking my mind, volunteering for dances, running for Student Council, etc. I became a more cheerful and sunny person. Majority respected me [yes, even that classmate of mine. he couldn't tease me now.] and if ever there are some who didn't, they're not my problem anymore. But for me, this is the life I've always dreamed of living and there isn't a man alive who could tell me that I'm wrong. If they don't like me, I don't care. I believe in myself and that's what's important to me. As long as my family and friends support me and care for me, it doesn't matter what you think and say. This is my life and I'm gonna live it to the fullest!!!!!!!!

Superstar! Shining Star! Super Staaaarr!!!!!!!!!

Yes!!!!! I have found a new hobby! What is that hobby you ask? Well, it just happens to be my next best talent besides writing. Guessed it? Give up? It's none other than dancing. I, Pauffany Soleil [as I prefer to be called now.] have officially created a YouTube account where I could post my dance covers for Korean songs. I have uploaded two videos, namely "Gee" and "Genie" both by famous Kpop girl-group Girls' Generation. How I love the choreography of both songs! Now, I can increase my chances of being discovered and becoming famous! Just kidding! I do this because I love to dance as well.

Oh and just a bit of a background on what I do. What I do is called Dance Cover Cosplay. You may have heard the word 'cosplay' from anime die-hards before but cosplay in my dictionary has an entire different meaning. Cosplay for a dancer like me is dressing up like the stars in the music video and dancing to the EXACT SAME ROUTINE! As most of you have known, the Korean Pop fever is spreading in the Philippines and judging by the popularity of artists like the Wonder Girls, 2NE1 (with former Philippine teen idol Sandara Park), Super Junior, Girls' Generation and more, it looks like there's no cure for this epidemic! Somebody call the doctor 'cause it looks like they've got a patient! It was these groups that made me love dancing 'cause the moment I saw the complex choreographies matched with flamboyant costumes, I got up and started grooving to their tunes. It sure is good to discover new talents just by listening and watching. Who knew I could dance?!

And just some info, yes I do have an account on YouTube. Just search "vertigogodame" and post your comments [if you have a YT account. if you don't, doesn't matter.] Of course, requests are encouraged.