A dollhouse is all that you could see
But it’s so far from my reality
I got problems, I got issues
Sometimes it’s all too much for me
Wrap it up with a pretty little bow
But there are some things you can’t sugarcoat
So I give it to you anyway
Even though it won’t taste so sweet
- Love Me For Me, Cher Lloyd
Quoting this, well because I just heard this song and I find it really relatable. :’)
Well, yea… Perhaps.
— Michael Gill, How Starbucks Saved My Life
My dear friends are beginning to see how brusque and manly their little princess-y friend is. *buuurp* Oops, how rude of me!
Just me, me, me… Being normally silly…
First photo collage: You want? No, I’m not sharing my DQ sandwich! *nomnomnom*
Second photo collage: I just wanted to see if I still have my blondie streaks. *smile* No, don’t make me laugh sister! *must not laugh* No, seriously no. *pout* (Shobe: Why do you pout?)
Third photo collage: I have KitKat! (Ahma: Crazy granddaughter!) And I’m sharing it with my Ahma. :”)
Paradox ka kaya. You’re a very clingy friend, but you’re also a fiercely independent woman with a free spirit.
Because when I studied your life, you shouldn’t exist. Or, rather, you should be a totally different person. Taking into account all the events of your life, all the sad and painful experiences, you should have been thoroughly broken into itsy bitsy pieces. But you aren’t, and you continue to defy the odds stacked against you. That is why you intrigue me so much.
These were the words of my ahia/small group leader from a short conversation we had last October 2012. It’s been quite a time, but I can’t seem to forget these beautiful striking words. Sometimes, you just had to let some friends remind you who you are;
and thankfully, I’m not faking myself despite some (if not most) impressions of people that I’m living a happy princess-y life.
*What “sad and painful experiences” was he talking about? Mmh… Most of my heartaches were/are really about people leaving and people not caring -family… friends… lovers… strangers… at a very young age, to date.
For people to say such good things to you, most especially after all the things you’ve been through, it just…feels good.
It’s good to know and feel confident that people are gonna write good and legit eulogies for you when you die. HAHA! But really, it’s good to know how people look at you from time to time. It’s nice for them to put their thoughts of you into words. And, it’s a sweet thing (for me) to at least be able to see myself in the eyes of others. :’)
Thank You! ♥
Maybe the reason why people love the stars is because we see ourselves so much in them. We are wrapped up by this darkness that no one could ever push away from our skins, but somewhere deep inside us we are shining, burning secretly like a flame. And we want to shine. We desperately want to shine to lighten up this darkness. No matter how difficult it is to lighten up, we push ourselves just for us to never loosen our grip to our sanity. We want to be luminous somehow, to end all the emptiness — the space — that’s suffocating our lungs. And we cross our fingers for it to happen. So that when we do, we’d kill all the darkness hugging our skins and we would be jubilant, bright and shining. Just like the stars.
There’s quite no perfect time like birthdays, for giving substantial cupcakes-and-lollies-sweet dedications to the people closest to your heart . And so today, here’s for my best girl friend, Jenina Louise! :)
Thank you so much for all those days, and for the next days we’ll still walk together. I love you always!
*Play our song now. ↓
deb·o·nair [deb-uh-nair]adjective1. courteous, gracious, and having a sophisticated charm: a debonair gentleman.2. jaunty; carefree; sprightly.Also, deb·o·naire, deb·on·naire.Origin:1175–1225; Middle English debone ( i ) re < Anglo-French; Old French debonaire, orig. phrase de bon aire of good lineageRelated formsdeb·o·nair·ly, adverbdeb·o·nair·ness, nounSynonyms1. urbane, suave, elegant, polished.
The danger in sharing your favorite quotes, books, movies, song lyrics…is that you may give out too much hints to allow some people to tell you, or do to you the right things you want to hear or see.
To fancy on our own idea of happily ever after and endearing magical moments alone is an innocent mistake. It makes us look vulnerable and naive to the authenticity and sincerity of the people saying those kind and loving words.
Yet we live, we appreciate, we love, we get disappointed, we learn, broaden our perspective of this world, and do it all over again, until you get wiser, or lucky.