The saying "cut your losses" is such a motivational quote that even an old fart addicted to every type of substance would follow it to lead a normal life... And believe me, I didn't take it seriously when I chopped off 6-7 inches of my hair. I guess you can say that I accidentally expressed my anger in cutting my hair... well, going to the salon for a hair cut. I was so disappointed that I didn't hear myself telling the gay dude to cut off the longer layers so the length would be equal. Oh well, at least I'm not one of those angsty b*****s who would lock themselves up in their room to cry to emo-rock bands while cradling themselves on the bed and cursing the world. okay... don't wanna imagine what comes next... I couldn't reveal the realization that disappointed me enough to allow a gay dude to cut most of my hair off, but if you know what it's like to be so full of ideas yet unable to use them, then you wouldn't need to hear the cutting edge...

Who am I? (French Version... very bad...)

Je m'apelle Nicole. J'ai seize ans. J'habite en Philippines. Mon anniversaire est le vignt-deux Janvier.... Mon des cheveux noirs est des leux marrons. Je suis dans la maison (duh!) Il y a boisson devant moi... Aurevoir!

Nicole

Who am I?

5"7? Hair like Jolie's? Blue-green eyes? I wish! Ask around and everyone will say I'm one of the quiet, spaced-out (in Filipino class) ones of the batch, but I'll say this: Silent waters run deep. Oh great! Now I sound like a 7th century majii. The truth is I'm a quiet person and I'm not one of those who would swoon over boys and giggle like crazy in front of them. It's hard for me to trust others right away, so I tend to keep all thoughts and feelings to myself. I like to keep my distance from everyone else. However, there are times when I shout and "freak out" due to stress, anger, and excitement. Those times are rare yet freaky.
One thing that everyone should know about me is that I'm close to being a good super sleuth. At the age of 10, I found a cure for my boredom by following a trail of chips to the pocket of the culprit who snuck food into the classroom. I also have a talent in observing things and pointing out the smallest of details. There came a time when I had nothing better to do with my time, so I went to inq7.net and read up on current issues. I came upon an article on GMA who was then visiting a school (they didn't announce the name), and the article came with a picture. I used the magnifying feature of my computer to magnify some parts and I was able to find the name of the school.
Being quiet, normal and a damn good crime solver are great things to be known for. But being a constant traveller has its perks. Thanks to my mum, who works as a flight attendant for Cathay Pacific, my family and I are able to travel. We've been to places like London, Paris, Australia, Thailand, etc. But due to the country's economic situation, we have to make ends meet. Although, that does not stop us from skipping around the world. We've been touring our beloved country, embracing culture, getting acquainted with history and eating cow-testicles. Seriously! I was able to savor the exotic tastes of the Philippines and going to Cebu meant that I had to try its mysterious dishes, including that *ahem* strange delicacy. I love all the countries I've been to and I consider them as my homes.
This is who I am. I'm quiet. I am alert. I live all around the world. All in all, I'm your typical senior high student, waiting to be unleashed and pushed into a bigger world.