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MOVING…

hello, all my readers!
i’ll be moving my blog to here.
i thank you for even bothering to read my ramblings & all that..

see you at my new home!

M.A.C. Red

I’m in love with my new M.A.C. RED lipstick =)
Never really cared for lipstick before, but after Saturday night..make-up is so much fun!

Mmkay, well it’s off to work I go.

 

HAPPY VALENTINE’S! XOXO

Story of a Girl.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy.

This boy was sweet, kind, and there was a connection between the two that led her to believe that they lived parallel lives until a turn of fate made their paths perpendicular. He was everything she hoped for, everything she didn’t think she’d ever really find in someone.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy.

It was the kind of love that helped her get through the day with just a text. The kind of love that made her blush and the butterflies flutter in her stomach at just a daydream of his smile. The sound of his voice would thrill her and his slightest touch would send shivers up and down her spine. And his eyes, oh! How she loved to look into those pools of deep brown, and how they always made her nervous! They had countless conversations that brought the two closer and closer, spent time filled with moments she wanted to remember forever…and just like that, she fell deeper and deeper.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy.

She gave him everything she could, wrapping her love and her every being around him. She loved him wholly, unconditionally, enough so that she was blind to the reality before her. He was distant, a bit reluctant, so eager to let things go and deem the two of them as friends. He barely came around, excluded her from his friends, kept her existence secret… But she didn’t care, she had him. He was all that she wanted and being with him a few times during the week was fine. As long as she was his, it didn’t matter. She loved him. Wholly. Unconditionally.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy.

A year passed and there they were, still the same, the girl still excusing his intentions and neglecting her logic twice daily. They weren’t so bad..it wasn’t unbearable..the hurt she felt was easily ignored by what she believed to be his love. He’s just jaded, well-guarded.. Then she found out she was second-best, number two. There was another girl in his heart that didn’t know about her, that didn’t know about what they had…or rather, what she believed they had. She was heartbroken, hurt, she was in every kind of intangible pain ever thought of and her tears seared like fire against her cheeks and her cries burned through her heart and throat. This kind of betrayal and heartbreak was agonizing and drove her closer to madness. In that moment, she felt a hatred for him so deep and strong, it frightened her. In that moment, she felt she was going insane with an overwhelming sadness and anger. In that moment, she found out all the truths about his lies and all the things he were hiding. And in that moment, she realized that she still loved him. Truly. Madly. Deeply. Wholly. Unconditionally.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy.

Weeks pass and here they are, the girl and the boy, engaged in a mud puddle of a fucked up love-triangle. Frustrating as it was, she just can’t seem to let go. Through it all, with all his mistakes and faults and wrongdoings, she still wants to be there for him. Still remains so understanding, still quietly psychoanalyzing all his actions. Putting his past and his present into consideration. Silently reminding herself that she knows him in more ways than the other would ever know. Knows him better than he knows himself. It was her gift and her curse, having such a deep understanding of people.

There was a girl who fell in love with a boy, and this is the story of her first love.

self-cut bangs.

I stood in front of my bathroom sink, staring into the mirror for the longest time before I reached for the hairstyling scissors in my make-up bag. Though it’s not much of a change, I trimmed my growing bangs, ridding myself of the curtain of hair that covered my eyes when let down. It seems like this is a habit of mine..no. Not habit. It’s more like a way of dealing with the current situations in my life that plummet me into an emotional state.. I always change my appearance (or at least, attempt to) whenever I’m in a weird emotional stump. Tattoos, piercings..though hair is the best (and oftentimes cheapest) way of expressing my inner sentimental self. Think of every one of my physical altercation as a changing color of a mood ring.

Yup, that’s me. Hannah Renee Joan d’Arc Song, the chameleon of the human condition.

J-DILLA “RAISE IT UP”

It’s been a while, foreal. Honestly, I think this is my first (published) post of February.
(Trust me, I’ve blogged away my life these past few days in furious emotion but saved them as drafts.)
There’s not really much to say. This month’s been a weird one for me so far.

Feelin’ nonchalant about everything.
Wanting to get away (escapist in my own way, for sure). Not really stoked for much.
That’s just the unmotivated Hannah speaking.

Anyway.

Monday was the birthday of “your favorite producer’s favorite producer”, J-Dilla.
Went to Little Temple and rocked out to classic (and ingenious) J-Dilla tunes.

He Says, She Writes.

 

 

He says one thing, she writes another, I’m here trying to figure out which one’s the liar.

 

 

good morning =)

Lately my dreams have been forcing me to wake up around 9 a.m. Insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane lucid dreaming seems to occur for me during that last hour of sleep, and let me tell you, it’s not always pleasant. It’s currently 11:30 a.m. and I think I’m about ready to start my day. Surprisingly I have a day off from both jobs, so here’s a list of things that I have to tackle today:

1. Clean my room.
–Honestly, it’s not as bad as it looked in my therapeutic cleaning post. However, the little cluttered messes are kind of driving me a bit insane.

2. Deposit rent money into my account.
–Pretty much self-explanatory, is it not?

3. Photoshoot with Olivia.
–Yes, yes. I’m back at it with my camera. Directed photography isn’t really my cup of tea but it’s always fun to break away from the things I usually/normally do.

And I think that’s it. I’m probably not going to clean my room though.

Anyway, so I was looking over my old Formspring account and wow. My friends and I sure did know how to put ourselves on blast! I’m so glad that my mind-state isn’t where it was at a year ago. And, after much consideration, I’ve decided to reactivate it again! Although I’m sure I’m going to get a whirlwind of…interesting questions (and maybe a few trolling attempts here and there) but I’m definitely gonna get a kick out of it.

So, if there’s anything you want to know, just ASK.

 

& let’s all be nice. =)

Parfois.

 

 

Parfois, quand je pense à elle, je suis un peu dégoûté par vous.