why? why not?

An angelic skinny girl with snow-white complexion who happens to have a supposedly immaculately sweet face if only it does not have accidents of an array of ostentatious facial piercings that would make Satan himself proud. A really emotional girl [well yeah, she used to be somehow a ‘boy’ and a playboy at that sense] yet shrouded by a mist of subtlety and right dosages of ‘girly’ complexities. Does have a flair for composing great thought invoking songs and is very passionate in performing on stage [miming her favorite emo front men over these past few years have resulted in developing her own unique style of singing], whether drunk or not. Surely this girl deserves the second-looks from passersby and the open-mouthed stares she gets from ‘emo-emohan’ kids on the local scene.

Superficial details, you might say? Aside from these things, I’m proud to say that this girl of sixteen years or so decides to bloom towards more artistic possibilities [she’s studying the art of tattooing and plans to have a major in painting, mind you] than spending her precious time in pretentiousness inside famed coffee shops and wasting vast amounts of time partying in conspicuous clubs [or bars] experimenting with the sexual privileges she gets from her adolescence. Aside from being the vocalist of the Learn To Understand band, and serves as the principal composer of the band, Angelica [or ‘Tisay’ to her friends] here have been improving her drums and guitar playing skills and is even excited on learning how to play the piano and other musical instruments.

So there you go, I don’t care whatever those closed-minded dimwits might say, it can be dog food for all I care. This is just a simple way of showing how proud I am to have her, too proud indeed that I sneer every time I see those guys who have waited so much for her to become a girl, and yet failed to do anything about it, greatly astonished to see a portrait of us, striding outside counter-culture gigs at after hours, holding hands and inebriated.

And last thing: I don’t need a vain, super sexy and pretty girlfriend if she’s going to lie to me every time she goes out with her friends and thinks she’s too hot to go to clubs and car shows, pretending she’s still single and having sordid affairs [some call it fornication, but I’d rather name it that way]. No, I don’t think that’s hot and aesthetically satisfying for me: I just need someone who values literature and is musically-inclined to share the rest of my life, I never asked for a fashion zombie.