I’ve always known I’ll always be in love. I guess that’s the reason why I love seeing love. And collecting them. And making them appear mine. Even if I already have my own. :)
I have a date with my someone tomorrow evening. He’s a really good kisser. :)
Came across this line from a friend’s Facebook status, and it kind of summed up everything that we went through in the last 13 months. According to human resources, in 239 days, we went through 9 comprehensive examinations, 68 subjects, and 4,000 test items. The moment I heard that, I felt how tired I was… and that I am proud of what I have accomplished.
Thank you goes out to my family, who endured my snobby and snappy attitude. I was never good in dealing with pressure and I usually manifest the stress to the people who love me most. Because I’m sure they will always forgive me.
Thank you to my friends, from grade school to college, whom I have all neglected in those 13 months. Thank you for giving me the space to do what I had to. Like I said, I will make up for lost time.
Thank you to my late grandfather, because I just love you so much your spirit never left me.
Thank you to my grandmother, because you never stopped praying for me and for my partner.
Thank you, Dylan, for being my rock. You have always picked me up. Please don’t stop.
And to the fates that brought me to where I am, I promise to serve my purpose well.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am humbled by this day. I will forever be humbled by this day.
The SM Mall of Asia went on a crazy sale over the weekend, with items up to 70% off. That’s MALL WIDE SALE. That’s 42 hectares of land, 390,193 sq m of sale goodness, right smack in the end of the longest metropolitan freeway in the country, with an effin’ big globe shining in the middle flashing a bright red arrow yelling SALE!
We managed to drag my father to come with us. He kind of disapproved how ‘disheveled’ I looked. He said, I look like I’m lounging around the house. But do you really have to dress up so much just to go to the mall? I wore really pretty earrings.
No make up
I love my earrings!
I love my mom for always wanting to shop. And we even played around in the dressing room.
My mom exhaling
My mom inhaling. She insists she looks better here.
Cannot wait for more sales. I just love shopping with a budget. Hahahah! Toodles!
The crowd at MOA
The crowd at MOA
Everyone has been talking so much crap about yesterday’s hostage-drama at the Quirino Grandstand. I believe if I share my thoughts on this matter, it would have satiated the minds of the many of you who have read different versions of the story, rumors and fact, and my opinion will be merely just an opinion, not an affirmative action to improve whatever.
But because I have a big mouth, I do have one thought to share (and I have shared this with others already): I hope someday our government can make this country safe enough for my children to never have to live elsewhere. There. I said my piece.
In light of all the drama, we receive good news. After an 11-year drought, we finally placed again in the Miss Universe Pageant! Yes I know it’s such a “shallow” thing to celebrate, but the last time we won was Miriam Quiambao in 1999, first runner up and that’s because she fell flat on her face and became so effortlessly graceful. It’s a no-brainer.
Now that's Filipina beauty.
This year, Venus Raj swept the hearts of many. In online polls, she would always be part of the favorites. Hello? Why the hell not? This woman literally fought her way to represent the country for such a title. She showed the world that what the Filipina wants, the Filipina gets (one way or the other — and by the other, I mean something still within the realm of being morally acceptable and just).
Anyway, I thank my good friend Pau Forbes for sharing this link. These are a bunch of Venus Raj fans watching the pageant via live telecast.
And as someone great and important and had the right words said: “Mourn the losses, because they are many; but celebrate the victories, because they are few.”
So you see, one person can change your mind about a country. And it need not be the one with the gun.
the salt of your skin 