My Story

As far as you know, my name is Gishelle Anne Blanco. I was born on the 17th of September, 2001 at Las Pinas City, Philippines. I had a very fun childhood. Although, I was very mean to people around me. My mom told me that every time my playmate wouldn't follow as I say, I would literally grab his/her hair and scream at her face saying "I never want to play with you anymore! I hate you!" The typical kid would say.

When I was a kid, people from my neighborhood knew me as the 'dancer' it was sooo embarrassing. My mom made me do a dance routine everytime there was a special activity held in our place.I sometimes act like my knee hurts or something to make an excuse not to dance.

My 1st school wasn't very nice. If you weren't close with the teachers, they would give you a low grade. I know, unfair. My mom was fuming when she found out that I was suposed to be top 1 but the teachers chose not to. So my mom moved me to another school. A catholic one. And when I say catholic, I mean prayers before and after each subject, praying the rosary everyday, masses for the 1st Friday of the month, numerous feast days of saints, nuns everywhere, and really strict policies. Here in my country, it's common for schools to have uniforms; public and private. Since Junior Kinder, my mom was very proud that I was at the top of the class up to 5th Grade. Unfortunately, my grades went downhill when 3rd quarter started back in 5th Grade.

I was really having fun that year. But then I started to hate on two of my classmates, who happened to be my best friends. I don't know what happened but I only called her 'fat' every now and then and she eventually told her mom about it and called me a bully. I didn't mean any harm. I know she was going through depression but the things she does in school are unacceptable. Like, she would leave me for this other group of girls so that she gets to be called 'pretty' and 'popular' and when those girls get mad, she'll come running back to me for support, then she'll leave again. I didn't tell her mom because I wanted to protect her and I already knew she's having a suck-ish time.

I have known my best friend for 12 years now. She's 2 years older than me. Even so, we get along really well. Her name is Angelica. (I'm not allowed to post a photo. Sorry.) She's really pretty, nice, she knows how to sing, she loves to read books, everything. She's the whole package lol, I love her very much. But bad news. We're moving next year. I'm gonna leave my past behind me, start a new life, meet new friends. I don't want that, but I have no choice. Kill me now

                         "One who finds a friend, finds a treasure."

I'm not just gonna cut the relationship we have. Despite everything I have been through, she has been here for me. Ready to help me get through it. She's the best best friend I could ever ask for.

                                                                  THIS IS ME

So the picture above is the only decent picture I have of me right now. Ha-ha. But, maybe next week I'll have my SLR back and have blog-quality photos.

That's it. Obviously it's not a very detailed story and I'm sorry for that. Also, I speak Japanese ha-ha.
Have a wonderful day/night.


Here is a lovely song by Bastille




Love and blessings xx