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Hailie is a 23 24 year-old girl who moves in the sometimes harsh reality under the name Karen. She loves reading, especially classical books and books written by Jeffrey Archer. She is a self-confessed ham who loves taking the center stage. She loves dancing and singing - but that doesn't mean she knows how to dance and sing. Her never-wavering dream is to become an actress...no kidding. A DVD addict, her favorite shopping places are Quiapo and Divisoria. She also recently discovered St. Francis Square, where she now shops for clothes, shoes, and anything Hello Kitty. Currently dreaming of owning an PlayStation PortableiTouch, pink Moto Razr Okwap i885, a portable DVD player, and the black pink DS Lite. She salivates everytime she sees the still-to-be-released recently-released Sony PlayStation 3 and Nintendo Wii. In love with life, love, and Frank Lampard Brandon Routh Joo Ji-hoon Milo Ventimiglia Daniel Henney (the last item changes from time to time...shifts from Rafael Nadal to Won Bin to Josh Hartnett or whoever). Her ultimate goal in life is to die happy.



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Monday, May 23, 2005

Unloveable

(originally posted on http://hailiedies.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/ last 19 May 2005, 12:06a.m.)


It's never worth to try and love me. And no...it's not because I'm cynic. It's just that I'm...unloveable.

Many have tried to get close to me and be more than just my friend. But I'm a tease...I can bat my not-so-beautiful eyelashes at you and smile coyly. And with my revealing tops and skirts, lure you into my pretend world of "ka-diyosahan"...but once you're in, I turn to ice. Yes people of the world...I'm a bad, bad girl. but I don't mean to be one.

I'm a mushy person, pretending that she's not. I love romantic stories. I react to them with a passion. I cried to Josie's first kiss in Never Been Kissed. I wished I can be Kat of 10 Things I Hate About You so I can write poetries and my object of affection will sweep me off my feet with a nice, cool guitar. And how many times have I prayed that I can, even for just a day, be Jamie Sullivan of A Walk To Remember so that Landon can hug me and whisper, "Oh baby that will never happen." Sigh. Thinking about these things turns me into a softie. They make me believe that hey, true love does exist. They make me believe that I am a princess waiting for her prince charming to sweep her off her feet. But why is it that when I'm thrown into the real world, everything turns gray.

Makes me wonder...am I really cut to be a princess? Maybe. Maybe not. And maybe my prince has approached me already and then realized that hey...I'm just a frog in pretty dresses. Good to look at but slimy to behold. Oh well...more on this issue on my next post. My quality trainer (at this call center I'm working with) is droning on and on about an important topic and I mustn't miss it...

END NOTE: It's really hard to keep on believing that love is a magical thing...


| hAiLiE posted at 9:10:00 PM | |



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