I've been seeing a lot of friends getting inked lately and frankly, I'm getting jealous!! Hahaha! :)
It's been years since I've thought about getting a tattoo and it's also that long that I haven't decided yet. For me, there are so many cons to it... That's just me, I don't know about you.
Here are my cons:
What if I get tired of it? It's not like we're forever young and we would love to see our skins etched with something that we did on our youth...
What if something went wrong or the tattoo artist trolls me and instead of designing what I want, he drew something I hate? :)) I know it's funny but hey, it happens!! I've seen enough 9gag!
What if I get successful and say, have a career that having a tattoo would be inappropriate...?
And yes, the paiiin. Ahhh, the paaaaiiin. I can't really tolerate physical pain much longer than the others; and we don't talk about possible infections yet!!
.. Okay so at the end of this entry, I think I have talked myself out (somehow) of getting a tattoo. But I'm a girl, and my hormones are kind of unstable right now, so let's see some other time how my scumbag brain would react to this.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Fashionista Wannabe
I have tried Polyvore after seeing a post from one of the blogs I've read. I know it's so yesterday, but hey!! It's never too late! :)) This should be my everyday/casual wear this Spring :)) I would really buy that Muji bag!
Zara zipper jeans, $50
Vans white skate shoes, £40
Muji organic cotton tote bag, $15
Owl jewelry, £12
Ray-Ban ray ban shades, $150
Zara zipper jeans, $50
Vans white skate shoes, £40
Muji organic cotton tote bag, $15
Owl jewelry, £12
Ray-Ban ray ban shades, $150
In the time of need
It's 2.44 in the morning, I have tried to sleep but to no avail. I am actually tempted to drink up the Valium that we have in our medicine cabinet but I thought, "hey why don't I blog?" so here I am, attempting to form a decent introduction.
What's been keeping me up? A lot of things have been keeping me busy for the past weeks, some of little importance, others significant. I have been busy being a daughter, trying my best to do the chores. I've been busy being a sister who has to have enormous amounts of patience that God could give me, and lastly, I've been busy being a friend, being someone who is willing to shed a troubled friend's tears. But I ask myself, am I neglecting my own self-worth just to prove my value to others?
Friends come, and then they go. The ones who choose to stay are the ones that you keep, they say. They deserve your loyalty, they say. But what if, just what if, you feel like they're just staying because they can get something from you? What if they're not here today, but when they need you, they just appear tomorrow, just like magic? You embrace them, love them, care for them and then they disappear again in a jiffy. Vanish. Or something.
Sometimes I just want to be alone and then see who's gonna come to my rescue. Sometimes, I also want to feel like I am important for somebody else not because they need me, but because they value me. Sometimes, I have this intense longing of being in the company of people who will realize my worth and most especially, people who understands the meaning of friendship.
People easily forget the good things that you've done for them but easily remember the bad ones, no matter how little they are. They forget that you invested time and emotions on your relationship with them that they just take you for granted; it's as if you're just like a remote control, when they turned off the TV, they throw the remote et voilà, will search for it again in the time of need.
I think I'm getting older, really. I think I have too many "friends". I am now in the process of sorting the real ones from the fake ones, and I intend to keep a few of them by my side. My life is too short to be wasted on cruel people.
What's been keeping me up? A lot of things have been keeping me busy for the past weeks, some of little importance, others significant. I have been busy being a daughter, trying my best to do the chores. I've been busy being a sister who has to have enormous amounts of patience that God could give me, and lastly, I've been busy being a friend, being someone who is willing to shed a troubled friend's tears. But I ask myself, am I neglecting my own self-worth just to prove my value to others?
Friends come, and then they go. The ones who choose to stay are the ones that you keep, they say. They deserve your loyalty, they say. But what if, just what if, you feel like they're just staying because they can get something from you? What if they're not here today, but when they need you, they just appear tomorrow, just like magic? You embrace them, love them, care for them and then they disappear again in a jiffy. Vanish. Or something.
Sometimes I just want to be alone and then see who's gonna come to my rescue. Sometimes, I also want to feel like I am important for somebody else not because they need me, but because they value me. Sometimes, I have this intense longing of being in the company of people who will realize my worth and most especially, people who understands the meaning of friendship.
People easily forget the good things that you've done for them but easily remember the bad ones, no matter how little they are. They forget that you invested time and emotions on your relationship with them that they just take you for granted; it's as if you're just like a remote control, when they turned off the TV, they throw the remote et voilà, will search for it again in the time of need.
I think I'm getting older, really. I think I have too many "friends". I am now in the process of sorting the real ones from the fake ones, and I intend to keep a few of them by my side. My life is too short to be wasted on cruel people.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Of questions and answers
The night is already telling me to finally repair my distorted body clock but something is always keeping me up. Because of this freezing weather that people in Winnipeg or Russia might call a normal day, it's hard not to stay at home. But despite the cold, it is this time of the night that I feel like my senses are awake: every scratch, every sound of breathing, every tick - I hear them all. If I stay silent enough, I hear my heartbeat. It is also - constantly - the time where I get to rethink what I have done throughout the day and then almost always regret half of it.
Regret. It's a funny word. Funny, yet powerful. Sometime in my life (and I must say I feel like I have lived longer than what my age says) I have stumbled upon a sentence which said that 'the happy people have no regrets'. It made me think. Must that mean that they're happy because they never did something that they didn't regret? Or does it mean that I have many regrets, therefore, I am not happy? So many days, hours, minutes and seconds that I have pondered on the true meaning of it.
...
As time goes by, I realized that happy people are the people who have done mistakes in their life and experienced regrets and loss, but along the way, they have come to embrace the fact that it is the only way for them to grow. When a person grows, he matures. When he matures, he changes his perspective. When he changes his perspectives, he understands better. When he understands better, he accepts. When he accepts, he's happy. He's happy because he understands that there was no way he could've changed things, there was no way that he could've done better. Things happened because they were supposed to happen.
So when I realized these things, I suddenly know. I suddenly know that even though I have many regrets, I am striving to be happy. Even though I have done so many mistakes in my life, there is nothing that should keep me from being happy. Life is hard to everybody, not just to me. The magnitude of the hardships may vary from person to person, but we can never question the intensity of other people's feelings. It is only a matter of perspective. Change the way you look at one thing, it changes everything.
When I thought about it, I stopped asking why.
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Regret. It's a funny word. Funny, yet powerful. Sometime in my life (and I must say I feel like I have lived longer than what my age says) I have stumbled upon a sentence which said that 'the happy people have no regrets'. It made me think. Must that mean that they're happy because they never did something that they didn't regret? Or does it mean that I have many regrets, therefore, I am not happy? So many days, hours, minutes and seconds that I have pondered on the true meaning of it.
...
As time goes by, I realized that happy people are the people who have done mistakes in their life and experienced regrets and loss, but along the way, they have come to embrace the fact that it is the only way for them to grow. When a person grows, he matures. When he matures, he changes his perspective. When he changes his perspectives, he understands better. When he understands better, he accepts. When he accepts, he's happy. He's happy because he understands that there was no way he could've changed things, there was no way that he could've done better. Things happened because they were supposed to happen.
So when I realized these things, I suddenly know. I suddenly know that even though I have many regrets, I am striving to be happy. Even though I have done so many mistakes in my life, there is nothing that should keep me from being happy. Life is hard to everybody, not just to me. The magnitude of the hardships may vary from person to person, but we can never question the intensity of other people's feelings. It is only a matter of perspective. Change the way you look at one thing, it changes everything.
When I thought about it, I stopped asking why.
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Monday, February 6, 2012
I've searched my feelings
This coming 10th of February marks not only a special day but also *drum roll*, the showing of Star Wars: The Phantom Menace in 3D. Hahaha! I am not excited. I am not excited.
I really don't care about the 3D thing, what I am happy about is my chance to watch it on the big screen even though it'd be in Italian. But who cares??? Anakin Skywalker, he's all I care about! Haha! Forever alone lvl 9000 man ang magiging drama ko that day, I really don't mind. :D
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Snowy Getaway
Hello February! Hello commercialized Hearts' Day!! Hahaha!
February is the shortest month of the year and that would make it the "lugi" month for the monthly transportation fee. Imagine to only pay for 28 (this year, 29) days! -_- But anyway, here in Milan, February is for late white Christmas because it snowed on the 2nd and 3rd!! :) For most people, it meant pictures!!!
My love-and-hate relationship with the snow is rather lame. I only love the snow when they're like crystals: sparkling and oh-so-white. But it also boils down to the fact that when it melts, it's hell for everybody. For a person who is as clumsy as I am, it is definitely a day to dread. But then again, since I haven't got a decent photo of myself on a snow-filled city, my sister and I decided to brave the weather and go out to shop for a few things while people were all at the comfort of their homes, thus, making the shops empty-free from sale-hungry citizens. We also took the moment to take photos of ourselves. :) Some Italians have mistaken us for Asian tourists while we're out and about. Here goes!
Those little white things are actually snowflakes! My beret was full of them!! :)
A much larger (and fatter) version of the picture above while we were walking along the street. The city was deserted that I was beginning to love the solitude. However, the camera's battery died! :))
My sister took this picture and much to my chagrin, it went out quite alright albeit it showed my shortness. Hahaha! My wool jacket and leather boots weren't really adapted to the snow, but then again, who cares? Everybody we encountered that snowy day was definitely not on their usual city-outfits.
Which takes me back to my current dilemma: the melting point. Right now the temperature is really dropping down to 12 degrees Celsius below zero and the wind outside can freeze my face. The ice is turning to water and some pavements are really slippery. It makes me think about hibernating at home and not go out until they have all melted.
So there, so much for an update. Sorry for my chubby face! I promise to be sexy soon! :)) I miss my skinny days!!!
February is the shortest month of the year and that would make it the "lugi" month for the monthly transportation fee. Imagine to only pay for 28 (this year, 29) days! -_- But anyway, here in Milan, February is for late white Christmas because it snowed on the 2nd and 3rd!! :) For most people, it meant pictures!!!
My love-and-hate relationship with the snow is rather lame. I only love the snow when they're like crystals: sparkling and oh-so-white. But it also boils down to the fact that when it melts, it's hell for everybody. For a person who is as clumsy as I am, it is definitely a day to dread. But then again, since I haven't got a decent photo of myself on a snow-filled city, my sister and I decided to brave the weather and go out to shop for a few things while people were all at the comfort of their homes, thus, making the shops empty-free from sale-hungry citizens. We also took the moment to take photos of ourselves. :) Some Italians have mistaken us for Asian tourists while we're out and about. Here goes!
Which takes me back to my current dilemma: the melting point. Right now the temperature is really dropping down to 12 degrees Celsius below zero and the wind outside can freeze my face. The ice is turning to water and some pavements are really slippery. It makes me think about hibernating at home and not go out until they have all melted.
So there, so much for an update. Sorry for my chubby face! I promise to be sexy soon! :)) I miss my skinny days!!!
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