When the magic begins..

Let's start over..

After the many times I write about what I feel, I don't think anyone knows what I exactly am. Who am I? What am I like? They have stayed undefinable. They probably still are. But let's start over, I mean, I started writing about years ago, I have changed in plenty ways.. Don't you think?

1. My identity

Name: Joanne Amarisa

Nickname: Joanne or Jo. Preferably Joanne.

Birthday: June 3rd

That's all you need to know.

2. Things I love

Photography:

It kind of fascinates me how I can capture moments of the world through a camera lens. It's like I'm grasping what's in front of me. It's like I have these variable of the world. Everytime I click that button on the camera and the shutter goes off, I feel like I captured time. I captured a split second. I captured the world.

Fashion:

My dream is to be a fashion designer in Paris. I want to be a legend, I want my fashion line to be what people are dying to have, I want my boutique to be one of the places in people's bucket lists, I want my brand to be known, to be noticed. I have a passion for fashion because it can easily define a person. It's definitely exciting too. I've always been into fashion, no specific reason, it's just that somehow everytime I walk by someone I take a quick but clear glance, then I think it over.. Was that outfit good? What can make it better? There's something inside of me that jumps over these ideas of bringing up all kinds of fashions. Something fascinates me that much about it.

Music:

Other than listening to music, I like to make music too. I never actually made a song officially, but I like learning guitar (still in progress, I'm getting there), I like playing the piano, I like singing (despite the fact I'm not exactly good at it). As I strum a guitar, I feel this musical vibe running up my body. I felt how beautiful music actually is. As I hit the notes on a piano, I like to imagine myself being on this stage in front of hundreds, playing in this big hall that can make every sound I make to be echoed to the back of the room. As I belt out my voice and sing, I feel nice. I especially like theatrical songs. It makes me feel exquisite, legendary, one of a kind. Because being "just another" doesn't cut it for me.

My mind ranges all around my head about so many different things everyday. All I can do then, is type.

I'm now on my way home from my cousin's house. It's actually pretty nice walking home in the night on a lonely street in my block...

The softest swishes of wind going through my hair, accompanied by the sound of crickets. Also, from my block, you can see a nice view of the lit up roads ahead. Car lights, street lights, I see it all. And also of course, the dark blue sky with the stars winking at me. Everytime I look among the blinking ones, there's always just one that doesn't blink. That one star in the middle of the sky, it stares into your very soul from miles and miles away.

The trees look slightly brighter from the lights, they look haunted but at the same time elegant and picture worthy. I'm sure there are cats by the alleys watching my every move, but they're nowhere to be seen.

I arrived home, looking forward to experiencing the night time walk all over again one day. So the stars, the trees, the lights, the cats, the roads, they can wait for me.

26-11-11

-Note from my cellphone

Ps : I sometimes get into a good mood to write so I type it into my cellphone's note pad :D