Remember the time when I posted this picture of Doctor Mike with his unreadable tattoo on his back and I was so curious to know? I saw it now, CLEARER and readable.
I’m just glad I finally saw it. And know the meaning 🙂
I saw my adult coloring book a while ago. I haven’t done anything in the book for a long while. This is something I did for quite some time before.
For some reasons, this was all therapeutic for me. It bought me time away from anxieties of my life, until it becomes a habit. As they always say, find the things you love doing and it will lead you to happiness. I could attest to that. It’s all true!
I wish I could still have time to do stuff like this. But adulting is a lot of work. So…
So I really have a thing for sunsets. For quite some time I haven’t deleted most of the ‘chasing sunset’ pictures I took even years ago.
Today, I’ve been feeling down due to personal reasons I can’t discuss. It’s inappropriate to talk about stuff like that in here. I learned the lesson not to let everyone grab my open book, although it’s a hard thing to do- to silence myself. And as I was scanning my gallery, I’ve seen these beautiful sunsets.
It’s a bit nostalgic, and dramatic. I don’t know, but I feel like sharing them. There’s something warm as I look back to the day I took them.
Taken with my cellular phone, no filter, no edits. Only the actual photos.
2. This one was unforgettable. It was the time when our car was hit by a truck when my dad put the car in hazard at the side of the road as they were buying watermelons along the street. Unfortunately I was inside the car when it happened. The good thing was I was not hurt. The worst thing: the car looked like a disaster. But because I have a thing for sunsets, I still took the opportunity. Can’t resist the beauty despite the circumstance we had. I’m hopeless. Lol!
3. It’s a shame to have a poor quality of this shot. I can’t delete this photo though, it reminded me of our family reunion in my mom’s side which rarely happens. The actual sunset was actually beautiful compared to what I captured.
It gives happy memories to my sad heart today! Although it had been a habit, there is an unexplainable attachment between me and the skies and sun!
So much love ❤️
All girls might have worn Bridget shoes in her life in a way or another. Like doubting herself, having insecurities and feeling ashamed of her imperfections, being scared to say what she wants, and scared to fight for herself because there is the cliche or ‘social norm’ of just being a girl.
We all faced that, or might be facing that, or will be facing that. We all question why. Am I not pretty enough? Am I not deserving? It happens once in a while. It’s sad to feel that… like how Bridget was. So sad and hurt under her own space doing chores and washing the dishes while silently admiring and loving the prince of the Bergens.
But we can all be the Lady Glitter Sparkles, without faking or trying to be someone else.
We can do something about the things we want and like. After all, if there’s a will there’s a way! We can’t just sulk in a corner whining about life being unfair when it is actually being fair to all because it is unfair to everybody else.
This is a matter of taking chances… of being brave. Of standing for yourself, fighting for things you like, accepting who you are, loving yourself first without losing your responsibilities as a good person.
Because it will all start within you before it will radiate to others.
So to every little girls, teens, women who might be feeling a little sad being alone this Valentine’s Day, cheer up! 🙂 Start doing your Lady Glitter Sparkles make over without losing your inner Bridget. Don’t ever try to be someone else and fake your life. Just be true to yourself and accept who you really are and be proud.
Like what the OST of Trolls said: so don’t be afraid to let them show your true colors, beautiful, as a rainbow 🌈
Happy Valentine’s Day, Single Ladies! 💕💕💕Remember that having a date does not only mean with the opposite sex. Who knows what next year might be?
Disclaimer: I know it will be 2 more days before the actual day, but I just want to say this ahead of time to lessen sulking and whining and being bitter. Love you all from the bottom of my hypothalamus 😘😘😘
In my twenty two years of existence, nearly twenty three, I got schooled by different people. Some mattered to me, some just didn’t. For whatever reasons they come and go, I’d always remember. Never will I forget.
I got schooled by my Mother, my confidant, my fairy godmother. She taught me how to be strong and smart and confident and brave. And that life is full of rainbows and thorns. In that she taught me to choose my own battle, that not all battles are worth fighting for, so I should choose wisely. She taught me the true meaning of friendship, that it is not what is in your hands that is yours but it is what is left when you learn to let go. So to you, Mom, thank you for getting me schooled.
I got schooled by my best friend, alive and breathing. She helped me sort my insecurities and helped me analyze my strengths and weaknesses. She said that rainbows come after the rain and that it can’t rain forever. She hugs me every time I needed comfort, and taught me how to hug myself first because I can’t give what I do not have. She’d been the living proof of selfless love, and that you don’t need to be blood-related to be sisters. So to you, Carla Azalea, thank you for getting me schooled.
I got schooled by this special person. Jolly, strong, inspiring, full of dreams, full of life, before his leukemia hit him hard. He taught me to be patient and hopeful, that life is precious I shouldn’t waste any second. He said time on earth is limited there shouldn’t be any wasting. And he proved to me that love can traverse another dimension. Love never fades, love still hopes. For that one day, love can still reunite in God’s perfect time. He helped me build myself, be independent, be courageous, be selfless, be passionate, be considerate. He proved that friendship can last a lifetime, even if death eats it away. So to you, my precious one, my heart will never grow tired of waiting, so thank you for getting me schooled.
I got schooled by a reader, who checks in from time to time. For I never really know the connection we have, but I’ll always be thankful for it. You might be reading this portion now, be assured that you taught me so many things in your unspoken words without you knowing it. I learned to be more tender and more expressive. I hope you could say anything to me because what you would say matters. It matters because you taught me that there are people who would listen, even if in silence. So to you, mister or miss, I hope to be friends with you, thank you for getting me schooled.
I got schooled by a blogger, a sweet, honest, sincere blogger. He said that this world is full of shit and I should never let it get into me. Said attachments are blessings in itself already. And that I learned to live and love boldly, that this world is not perfect but it is worth all the risks. This blogger, who despite all his fears and hesitations still chose to open up his heart to others, because his capacity to love is bigger than him. He taught me that friendship can be found in a virtual world, and that this virtual world is not bad at all. After all, everyone needs to be heard and understood, and whatever the blog says, it matters. So to you, Mr. C, thank you for getting me schooled.
And I got schooled by a boy…whom I’ve truly, madly, deeply been in loved with. He made me feel several emotions at once. Taught me on how to cope up with pain, and that love is not just about the colorful parts. He helped me appreciate my imperfections and that it is okay to make mistakes from time to time. He taught me that there are things that can’t be returned to normal when broken, and that time can heal everything. So to you, thank you for getting me schooled.
And I got schooled by life. And it is the best lesson of all!
There are multiple reasons to fall in love with a writer. I’ve been a witness of it for too long. And even I, for once, had been a participant.
You should fall in love with a writer. For her words are genuine and sincere, and every word has its own meaning. A writer puts all her passion in her work, and you will feel it. With words written in a vague or straight manner, it all has meanings. You are all those meanings. So fall in love with a writer.
To fall in love with a writer means being the subject of her creative doings. For whatever circumstances and whatever plots she has, you will be all she sees, and her words and phrase and paragraphs and stories will all be about you. Just you and only you. Because to fall in love with a writer is to be the only one she can talk about.
Of the stuff she can say, of the things she can describe, falling in love with a writer is embracing the privilege of being the beginning, the twist & turns, the climax and the ending. Because a connection with the subject completes a writer, and it is the most passionate thing in the word. You complete her. Because you are all she needs and you complete her.
Despite being scared and hesitant, a writer voices out her thoughts. Her words are reflection of her. All the light and dark, all the ups and downs, all the victories and defeats- these are all her work. You are her work and it is labor-free. Don’t be afraid to fall in love with a writer.
Even after breaking her heart, a writer will continue to write about you. She will write in full details how awful and devastated she feels. Her tears will be her ink and her pain will be her tip, stroking the words she would use the least because you are her words, her thoughts, her heart. Her connection would be shattered, but her words are genuine and sincere it could build a bridge of hope and forgiveness.
Because I once fell in love with a writer, and he inspired me to be one.