Five months ago, I went to
Executive Optical to purchase my lenses. After getting my eye grade and all,
the eye doctor informed me they did not have the transparent ones. So, the
circumstance pushed me to consider getting a colored pair since I already so
needed them. I relayed my problem to the eye doctor and advised her that if I
wanted colored lenses, Brown would do. She said, “Ma’am, meron kaming brown
pero Doll eyes lang po.”
Initially, I did not want the
Doll-eyes effect as I deemed it to be too much for me. Day by day, however, I
started liking them. Then, loving them. What I love the most about the Doll
Eyes Lenses is that they may make my eyes look bigger. I realized that they’re
not really “too much” if you purchased a pair in earth tones like Brown and
Hazelnut.
But one day, you will open your eyes & see that the wound has dried up.
The scar will remind you of so many things in between.
But the first and the last thing it should remind you of?
This: YOU ARE A SURVIVOR.
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My fresh wound says, “Hi!” I got this in the
course of saving the lamp from falling. But I have no idea what exactly
scraped my palm. And yes, it hurts as badly as it looks. But I know it
shall pass so I’m taking it in stride. So don’t you worry, my friend. I
know you are tired, wounded and bruised. You have survived so many
heartbreaking events in your life. And this one? This one you shall
surpass too. You are a survivor, remember? ☺
Here's Joss Stone's live performance of Bruised But Not Broken to go with this blog. The chorus says:
And I'll be alright
And I'll love again
And the wounds will mend
I'm bruised but not broken
And the pain will fade
I'll get back on my feet
It's not the end of me
My heart is still open
I'm bruised but not broken
Finals week is just around the corner. It shall start on the
16th of October. This week is what we call the “the calm before
the storm.” Most of my classes ended last week. However, I still have LIP on
Friday and Sales and Lease on Saturday. Finals week means do or die, at least
for me. Sometimes, I look at the circumstances which appear impossible. But… (I love
saying BUT especially if it precedes the best part!) Again. But… the Bible
says, “A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right. But it
shall not approach you.” Jesus Christ is the Rock on which I stand and all
other ground is sinking sand. And I am not ashamed of sharing this, although
it may sound “too religious” to others. Well, I have a God and I am proud of
WHO my God is.
Been spending a lot of time with my best
friends lately. A second spent with them is worth the while. And a life being
shared with people who are special and important is priceless. Good times or
bad times, I know we know could lean on this friendship.
I mentioned in one of my blogs that no event in
this life takes place without the Big Guy's permission. Well, yeah. He
permitted special people to walk out of my life. Still, I declare that He is
good and that His plans are perfect. Why? Because He's beyond wise to let those
people go so that I could accommodate Ron, Liezl and Maqui in my life.
We have seen each other cry, laugh, smile, get
sad, get mad, lose temper, lose sanity (HAHA!), crash, recover from the crash,
decide to surrender, push through, etc. But what I really am extra grateful for
is that we did not only witness each other do these things BUT we also did
these things together. No one gets left behind. No matter what. If one
plummets, the rest shall work together to carry her/him up. We have different
views and have different words to say but we all learn from our differences. We
accept that we are flawed and imperfect but we do not tolerate errors and
mistakes. If one thinks something is wrong, s/he talks it out. And from this,
again, we learn.
I know you do not know any of them but I just can't contain it. I must let the world know who they are and how much they matter to me. ♡
When I missed the Yakimix dinner. They're so nice 'no? No sign of cropping and editing and all. :P
Life is crazy enough but with them it is crazier. But I'm not complaining. ☺
We ❤ eating. No. We ❤ overeating. HAHAHA!
College was so fun, exciting and meaningful because of them.
Present: Just like collegeeeeeee!! ♡
There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.
Thank God for long weekends! After 3 long months, I finally had the chance to go home, spend time with family, devour home-cooked meals, and go out with my hometown friends. Technically, I have to count my going home last month because of my mom's hospitalization. But ideally... Well, I refuse to consider it as an official time-off since I was not really able to spend time with my family and friends properly.
Right now, I should be sitting on one of the seats in the classroom while Commissioner Sarmiento examines his folder to look for the one to recite. But I have decided to skip class today because, just yet, I have not agreed with reality on the fact that the long weekend officially ended yesterday.
But how could I ever easily bid good-bye to a place where I always want to be? I guess it will never be easy. Accept it, Pat.
"Suddenly I feel in need of a little reassurance. I turn round and quickly scan the rows of guests, looking for Luke's face. For a few moments I can't spot him, and although I keep wearing my confident smile, I feel a ridiculous panic rising inside me, like a child realizing she's been left behind; that everyone else has been collected but her.
Until suddenly I see him. Standing behind a pillar toward the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored. I've been collected too; it's OK."
Note: This is an excerpt from Shopaholic Ties the Know by Sophie Kinsella.
After gazillion years, I finally successfully caught a free day to spend blogging (and reading)! I did present a caveat before classes officially started. Law school has been manhandling us. Never gentle on giving out assignments and cases to read. But I have grown to love it and to get used to it. So this is the point where I stop throwing the tirades and complaints.
San Beda is being attacked on all sides. Kaliwa't kanan ang suntok at tadyak ng maraming entities sa paaralan ko na para bang ito naman ang umeexpereince ng hazing. Gayun pa man, hindi ko ito isinusulat at balak ilathala sa internet para ipagtanggol ang San Beda.
Yesterday marked the 8395th day of my existence. The day prior to my birthday, three of my friends surprised me by coming over. All the way from Pasig, Alabang and Marikina. Cheers to a great friendship! Momer brought in my most favorite food in the world, PIZZA. Say hello to a happy tummy. ☺
Because someone has been requesting for its comeback, please say Ola to my bangs. Thank God for giving me the courage to muster all my guts to cut it. It was not the first time, yeah. But I EXCEEDINGLY did not want to mess it up. Thinking of doing the same? Here's the video that helped me most.
Hey ladies! Well, I can almost hear school saying 'Ola!' In my case, classes are to start on the 13th of June. My brain will start to involve RAs, articles, cases and the never-ending issue on the QPI in my blogs in the coming weeks. But for now here is something you can personally do as it is easy, interesting and fun. You can do this in less than 1.5 hours if you are used to applying polish on your nails. If not, you might have to perform some redos here and there. Or you can do this as a group, say, with your friends. You can ask your girl friend to apply the polish for you and if she needs your help, return the favor. Let's make your nails look yummy!!!
I am currently, particularly in love with mustard-colored clothing. I got a mustard-colored top. A mustard-colored high-wait shorts. And now this.
What I wore yesterday, May 20, 2012. It was Ryke's 4th birthday.
And by the way, my long lost cousin was there yesterday. Welcome home Louie! We certainly missed you. Glad to know you're going to be here for a couple of years. The cousins shall do a lot of catching up. ☺
Here's the sole photo taken at the photoboot: I and my cousins Louie and Ate Adrienne.
He puts his cup down and reaches for the milk. And as he
does so, his hand brushes against mine – and stops still. At once I feel my
whole body stiffen. I can’t even blink, in case I break the spell.
OK, I’ll admit it – I kind of put my hand in his way. Just to
see what would happen. I mean, he could easily move his hand back if he wanted
to, couldn’t he? Pour his milk, make a joke, say good-night.
But he doesn’t. Very slowly, he closes his hand over mine.
SO I stumbled upon Lala Magic and boy did I fell in love with everything you'd find there! First of all, I am thrilled by the fact that it caters to ladies who are into vintage fashion. Second, LACE + COLLARS all over! Third, everything (emphasis supplied) is charming. I was enamored with the entire idea. Bad side is one, Lala Magic is US-based, and two, each item is worth hamilton$. Oh dear!
Check these out:
This very pretty dress.
If I had this, I'd wear this in Law School.
Pretty. Everything. Pretty.
♡
Falling in love now?
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Definitely BEAUTIFUL.
That's all I'm sharing. You're all blessed, loves! ♡
"Siya may kasalanan, siya maunang mag sorry!" (She's at fault, she should be the first one to say sorry)
The famous lines of the alleged victim. She tells her story to people as she hopes to collect their sympathy. "Ang sama naman pala. Oo nga. Dapat siya magsorry, siya ang dapat sisihin!"(That's bad. I agree. She should say sorry, she's the one to be blamed) is what she wants to hear. It is what WE want to hear. And sometimes? What we choose to hear.
I was sitting on a chair, my hand catching my chin, and gaping at my reflection at the hotel's big window. The rest of the family was busy prepping up because we were about to leave to grab some Greek dinner. By the way, we were celebrating our parents' 27th wedding anniversary.
I was watching my father comb his hair when I asked me a question. "If the parents are at fault, should the children be the ones to initiate to say sorry and eradicate the gap?"
Good morning ladies! It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Now let's make it extra B-E-A-YOU-tiful. I posted the videos of some of my favorite vloggers. Since it is summertime I'm thinking we got a lotta time to try new things. I, myself, shall attempt to replicate their looks. Haha! ♡
This month's series is all about God's Will. I attended the 2 PM service with my family on April 29, 2012. I believe that many people need to hear last Sunday's message. So here I'm sharing some high lights. I have also provided a link to locate the podcast so that you may hear the entire preaching. This is life-changing if taken seriously and appropriately.
We are haunted by two extremes: One, finding God's will is difficult. Two, 'every' thing depends upon God's will.
Extreme #1 says that God is out there hiding His will. The more we search for it with difficulty, the happier He is. We have this belief that to know God's will, we have to go through a 40-day fasting, go up the mountains, or punish ourselves. Extreme #2 says that every single step we make, we have to consult God's will. Do I go to work today? Should I buy this? Am I going to eat lunch? Each extreme belief is faulty. #1 is defective because God is not a cosmic kill joy and does not take delight in us having difficulty in finding His will. #2 is defective because when God created Man, He also intended to say "let there be common sense" too. But unfortunately, it is not common anymore. These two must be reconciled. It is wise that we meet in the middle and find a common ground.
Hello boys and girls! How's the summer heat baking you? My summer has been equally tormenting and A-W-E-S-O-M-E. If you noticed the contrasting words in one statement, then here's a quick explanation. Awesome because I have been having dates with beaches, seasonal foods, loved ones and friends. To add, I started attending my summer classes for Filipino II, Rizal and Technical English, and each is getting the better of me. Tormenting because our grades have not come out and this situation is driving the craziness out of me. But the tormenting part is nowhere near my point tonight so let's supply more emphasis on A-W-E-S-O-M-E!
Summer is not just about beaches, tropical foods, outings and air travels. There is always more beneath the surface. Summer is also about opening new doors and ceasing crying in front of closed ones. Summer means friendship and meeting new people. And so far, here are the the gorgeous creatures who have been invading my world:
Spent this year's Holy Week (April 5, 6, and 7) in Tagaytay with the family. Holy Week is just a great time to allow our minds to take a leave and our tired bodies to relax; to enjoy the fleeting moments with the most important people in our lives; to remember how we spend every second and how we are never going to get them back; and to realize again that life is not a curse but a blessing.
We spent 3 days and 2 nights in Kimberly Hotel. We ate lunch at Pancake House and dinner at Taalena on the first day. We took souvenir pictures at the Cliff house where we bought mochi ice creams and 5 cups of yogurt, each containing selected fruits and syrups. We finally tried the authentic Korean restaurant on a corner of a street (Delizioso!). We toured around the place and bought something for ourselves. We hunted for the goodies of Bag Of Beans which I highly recommend. We enjoyed those 3 days and 2 nights to bits, I can tell you that. And have you noticed how I started each sentence of this paragraph? WE. I like it because 'WE' tells a story and it tells that I am not alone and will never be alone.
Here are some the captured moments:
My siblings Ate Hannah and Elisha. On our way to Tagaytay.
"My friend, Lyndon, and I were pick pocketed just right after or, perhaps, before crossing a street. Fortunately, my stolen wallet was returned. Thanks to a good Samaritan," were the exact words of my Facebook status last March 1, 2012, twenty-six minutes after seven in the evening.
To exercise your imagination, let me delineate the scene. My brown sling bag, where my wallet and pens were, was sandwiched between us. Lyndon had a backpack bag inside of which his books, memory aids, and photocopied cases were kept. My right hand was burdened by my book, my left by my cellular phone. Thirty minutes before I posted my status, we were standing side by side, talking to each other about this school year's QPI (It is the total average we need to maintain in Law school per year). The street was busy, noisy, and crowded. From across the street you would see a crooked line composed of numerous students, to which we belong, and bystanders, both group waiting for the street to clear and cross it.
"I could practically smell the salty air, feel the ocean breeze and the sand shifting under my feet. I wondered why beach photos taken of lost loved ones always seemed so much more poignant than other photos."
"As I looked at that picture of us, I thought about everything that had happened between Dex and Rachel and me, deciding again that the cracks in our relationships had been a breeding ground for deceit. Dex and I had cheated on each other because we weren't right together in the first place. Rachel betrayed me because our friendship was a flawed one. I lied to her about Marcus because of the same negative undercurrent -- the unspoken competition that can corrupt even the best of friendship. That ruined ours." "As much as I wanted to hold them responsible, I knew that I was not blameless. We were all accountable. We had all lied and cheated. But despite everything, I knew we were still good people. I considered the expression "Once a cheater, always a cheater" and I dismissed it as a fallacy. People generally didn't cheat in good relationships and I couldn't imagine Dex and Rachel cheating on each other. I also knew that if I were ever with Ethan, I would never cheat on him, I would be true to him, no matter what, always."
"I knew my hair was messy from the wind and that both of our noses were red and running from cold, but I didn't care. I had learned to let those surface issues go, to value content over form. I knew that every time I'd look at the picture of us on the mountain in Scotland, I would see no imperfections, and would only think of Ethan's words. I want them to make it official. I want to make it forever."
My last visit was in December 2010. And from 2010 all the way to 2012, there have been lots of in-between changes. The sand is whiter and finer. They now have the infinity pool, which I think is heated. The Pavilion/function hall is now constructed (thumbs up for the interiors). And many more. Thanks to Momer and his family for inviting me again. It's such a lovely place I could live there for years sipping coffee or hot choco while reading a good book and listening to great music.
Here are the pictures:
To reach the island, you have to ride a boat. This us us while waiting for our means of transportation.
Baby Allison and I.
Pretty ocean, huh?
Momer sporting my shades.
Excited kids. Ashley and Allison who became friends in a fraction of a second. Innocence getting the better of children, as always.
To the boat!
Tita Lina and her friends while on the boat heading to Camaya.
We have arrived. Yey! Summer breeze. :}
I have availed this service in 2010. I tell you, you will feel extra good right after. Massage on the beach. How else could it get better?
My perfect spot. I shall read books here.
The hotel. More hotels and condos to be constructed.
Filipina girls, we're unforgettable.
Hello summer 2012! ♥
And to cap this blog off, here's a music video from one of the greatest artists I know. :}
