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01 May 2025 @ 04:15 pm

PROUD SUPPORTER OF ARASHI FANGIRL REVOLUTION (because we need to bring back the genuine fangirl rabu rabu in the fangirling world)

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24 September 2016 @ 11:14 pm
I’d like to believe that the 24th of September is a day reserved by the universe just for me. Out of the 365 days in the year (366 if you consider the leap year), the universe has chosen this day thirty one years ago to give me a chance to experience so many beautiful things in life. And it is for that reason that I always consider the 24th day of the 9th month of the lunar calendar to be extra special and extra beautiful.

A new adjective on my 31st yearCollapse )
29 February 2016 @ 01:42 pm
So here we go again with the occasional post about love.

This time though, it's far from love. It's just an infatuation that has gotten the better of me for the last month or so.

one measly dinner invitationCollapse )
09 March 2015 @ 10:54 pm
I was 21 years old when I first met him.All my anchors are now thrown up and I welcome myself to the shoreCollapse )
Current Mood: happyhappy
Aloha! ^__^

Happy birthday to myself. As usual, I wanted to post some kind of a birthday message but I got too lazy to compose new ones so I'll just plagiarize my FB post. haha!

Birthdays really are awesome, aren't they? They make you feel extra special. When the numbers representing my age changed yesterday, I thought... OMG, I'm one step closer to the big "3". Then again, what does it matter? As they say, age is just a number and growing old is just a phrase. Physically, nothing much has changed (well, maybe except the weight and the hair). But emotionally and, up to a certain extent, mentally, many changes were introduced to me. In the one year that followed my previous birthday, I'm still bad at math but my social skills improved. I met a lot of people and I've worked with various kinds of people and my understanding of the world has changed too. I've met new friends, let go of old ones, cut ties and made new bonds. I've fought with loved ones and friends, made up with them, made big decisions, faced struggles and trials and, as I stand here now, gained new experiences that I believe made me a better person. haha! My faith is stronger (although I still don't go to church) and my heart is bigger, haha! I'm still a so-so writer and my grammar hasn't improved but I think I'm prettier. Okay so the last phrase is just wishful thinking. haha!

I still don't know how to say no to people but I'm more mature in making decisions. Somehow, in the one year that followed September 24, 2013, I found myself constantly surrounded by people (some are friends, some are colleagues, some are not so nice...) and I realized that I like being with people. I got one step closer to self awareness and my values are constantly improving. I'm learning new things at work and I took to heart that quotation saying "no matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up).

I still love life and I still love food and I still hope to write a great story one day. I went to new places and experienced new cultures and I found myself wanting to travel more often. I still have to win the lottery and I still want to continue to be called a lawyer. I'm more blessed working with the government and I found out I'm actually okay with the office set up. I love still Arashi and I still think I'll marry Nino one day. ^__^

So to all those who made all the changes possible in one year, thank you!

In a beautiful cliched fashion, Godbless to myself and more birthdays to come. haha! ^__^
06 June 2013 @ 12:41 pm
I just hate it when my family is fighting.

I hate it. I hate it.

I hate going back to a house that's full of hostility.

Home should be a place of comfort and love and peace of mind. :(
Current Mood: sadsad
24 March 2013 @ 10:40 pm
Random, incoherent entry ahead.

Have you ever had those days when you feel blue (not really that sad) for no reason at all and in your memory, you keep on grasping something unknown? I'm having that kind of day (night) now and I feel a little funny.

It feels a little weird and various memories come back as if... as if they are some forgotten pieces of an unsolved puzzle. There's a sunny day with lots of smiling people, endless classroom lecture hours, happy times in front of the television during childhood, rainy days, random moments in front of the house door, laughing people, crying people. I... my memory actually... is not making any sense.

I am currently watching my favorite TV show during my childhood years. Until a few minutes ago, I was laughing, thinking that the story line was not really not great now that I am re-watching it 24 years later. It was just a random tale about five superheroes with robots and gadgets and well yeah... and an overly ideal master. Don't get me wrong, it's the story line that is not great, not the show itself, not the memory of the show. For me, this TV series will always be one of the very best, if not the best, that I have watched to date. Why? What is so good about it, I wonder. And then as I was re-watching everything, I realize that what made this show so good was the memory associated with it and the people who have loved it as well. I guess that's what makes special things... special huh? On their own, they're ordinary but once they merge together with important people and feelings and dates and happiness... they become special. I watched this show back when life was simpler and I was an innocent, stress-free four/five-year-old kid. I used to sit in front of a black and white television along with a handful (or more) kids, getting excited whenever the protagonists get to use their robot and defeat the bad guys. For the most part, I remember we watched silently, each sharing the same feelings of "heck this is awesome". The world stops for twenty minutes and when those twenty minutes end, for one more hour, it does not continue revolving because I was Pink Mask, my sister was Yellow Mask and our playmates assume some other role and we get caught imitating the best superheroes of our childhood. When six o'clock strikes and the adventure ends, the world resumes its revolution until a week after when the next episode of the show would once again begin.

For one hour and twenty minutes every week, the world would stop and we would become superheroes.

It is a precious and fun piece of childhood memory that taught me so many good things like friendship, teamwork, love, adventure and fun. Re-watching it twenty four years later, it is still capable of teaching me new things. Like how things and events triple in sentimental importance and value when spent with important people. That show was a mediocre show, I know that now but the memory of having watched that show is more than precious. It is invaluable and priceless and can never ever be matched with anything that this mundane world has to offer. It occupies a part of my memory that will never be occupied by anything else and I am sure that if I will re-watch it one hundred and one years later, it would still be as precious and as special as it had been when I first saw it.

Why am I like this anyway? haha!
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
14 February 2013 @ 11:08 pm
Sometimes, I'm also a negative thinker.

I'm not a pretty person. I'm dark-skinned, fat and short. I can count the times I've been complimented as pretty with only the fingers on my right hand. Growing up, I'm not the type to get suitors. Heck, I haven't even experienced how it feels to be courted. All the loves I've had so far are one-sided ones that end up with me getting hurt.

In my twenty seven years of existence in this world, I've only received flowers five times. One was during my undergraduate year, then my graduation, then when I forced Orly and Janelle to give me flowers, then when I forced Mitch to give me flowers, then when one of my students gave me flowers for my birthday. It's not like I'm expecting flowers every now and then. When you get used to not receiving anything, it becomes normal.

I'm not a lovable person. I'm sharp-tongued and sarcastic, sometimes harsh and scary. I'm quick with a comeback, I'm a bully, I'm impatient and noisy. I'm always the least liked out of my friends and always the last one to be invited out.

But in spite of all these imperfections, I still love myself. So much. Because I realized that if I won't love myself... who will? If I won't appreciate myself, who will?

To love one's self... to give one's self flowers instead of waiting for someone else to do it... to compliment one's self... isn't that what's important? Isn't that enough?

For me it is. 
Current Mood: sadsad
24 September 2012 @ 05:16 pm
I am now a year older. Well, let me correct that. I am PHYSICALLY a year older. Whether I want to admit it or not, the body grows older. My hair would soon turn white, my skin will be wrinkled, my knees will be weaker, my body will grow old. However, that doesn't mean that my soul, my heart, my enthusiasm for life will also grow old.

This day marks another turning point in my life. This is a day when I get to look back at the past year and recall about the things I did and didn't do. This is also the day when I get to look forward to another year, another batch of months and weeks and days full of intriguing blessings.

Well... since September 24, 2011 up to today, what have I learned? Let me share with you the best lessons I came to know about life. What have I been telling you all all these time? Whether you're ninety-five or twenty five, life will give you endless lessons.

Here's a list of another year's worth of learning.

1. God follows his own plans and has his own time in fulfilling dreams and wishes. We don't know what his plans are... we can only participate in the fulfillment of it. Trust in him is the most important and at the same time, trust yourself that you are worthy of whatever blessing he will give you. Hard work, perseverance and determination are your weapons while faith and prayer are your shields. Your failures will not define you... your faith will. Instead of wallowing in self pity when God allows you to experience failure, show him that you are capable of pulling yourself back together and whatever you imagine, whatever you desire, he will grant it to you. And when he does, when he gives you what you asks for, be thankful and be prepared. Never complain, never give up. Seize that blessing and own it. Your life is for you to live.

Hastily done this year. hahaCollapse )
Current Location: office
Current Mood: happyhappy
05 September 2012 @ 10:41 am
For so long, I've been posting pics where I'm attending the testimonial dinner for new lawyers as a student. Now's my time to shine~~~ 

My very own testimonial dinner pics... Collapse )

hihihi... camera died on me a few minutes after the program started so yeah. ahaha!