Made of Starlight

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“Prepare Yourselves”

6 pm natatapos ang management class namin. Ito ang aming uwian time. Sa mga oras na ito, grabe ang traffic kaya mabagal gat ang usad ng mga sasakyan. Nung friday, 6:30 na ako nakarating sa paradahan namin. Madami gat tao as in kaya unahan gat sa pagsakay. Ayoko na makipagunahan kung ang mga kalaban ko mga wild. Grabe ang mga tao parang wala nang bukas, pinapanood ko lang sila. Grabe ang unahan, tulakan gat. Tumatawa na gat ako pagover-over na ang takbuhan, di ko to kaya. Tapos meron ba yun isang bakla dun sumisigaw na ng “PREPARE YOURSELVES! PREPARE YOURSELVES GUYS!” Natawa na gat ako. Talo pa ang hunger games sa unahan. Sana ako nalng si Katniss Everdeen.

So ngayon,expected na pag uwian, may prepare yourselves moment nanaman.

My Personality

I remember my mom telling me I am very sentimental. I didn’t know what it meant so I became mad at her. Hindi ako sentimental I said.

Ngayon nagsearch ako kung anong meaning ng sentimental, it means the expression of delicate feeling of tenderness. Now I agree, ganyan nga talaga ako. May pagkasensitive din ako paminsan and I always consider my emotions in making decisions although hindi halata. Melancholic din ako. Totoo yun pero alam ko kung pano ihandle ito. I always want to give and I don’t expect something in return. Happiness ko ang tumulong sa ibang tao. Hindi ko alam kung romantic ba talaga ako, siguro hahaha. Basta ito raw ako…

Enneagram Type 4 - The Individualist

Identity seekers, who feel unique and different

People of this personality type tend to build their identities around their perception of themselves as being somehow different or unique; they are thus self-consciously individualistic. Fours tend to see their difference from others as being both a gift and a curse - a gift, because it sets them apart from those they perceive as being somehow “common,” and a curse, as it so often seems to separate them from the simpler forms of happiness that others so readily seem to enjoy. Thus, Fours can manage to feel superior to others while also secretly harboring some degree of longing and envy. A feeling of being a member of the “true aristocracy” alternates with deep feelings of shame, and fears of somehow being deeply flawed or defective.

Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated. They have a tendency to withdraw in the face of a world that seems harsh or crude, and are often somewhat moody or temperamental. They are emotionally centered and spend much of their lives immersed in their internal mental landscapes, where they feel free to cultivate and analyse their feelings. A desire to manifest this internal world often leads Fours to an interest in the arts, and some do become actual artists. Whether artistic or not, however, most Fours are aesthetically sensitive and concerned with self-expression and self-revelation, whether it be in the clothes they wear or in the overall nature of their often idiosyncratic lifestyles.

Fours are somewhat melancholic by disposition, and under stress tend to lapse into depression. They also tend to be self-absorbed, even under the best of circumstances, but when unbalanced, easily give way to a self-indulgence which they perceive as being fully justified as a way to compensate for the general lack of pleasure they experience in their lives. Rather than look for practical solutions to their difficulties, Fours are prone to fantasizing about a savior who will rescue them from their unhappiness.

Sa totoo lang…

Sana wala nalang ako crush sa school, mahirap ba. Haha. Di ko rin naiintindihan ang sarili ko. Hay ewan.

All I know is, masaya gat sana ako sa score ko sa LQ3 kaso nacompensate naman ng midterms.

Masarap talaga ang spaghetti na luto ni mar2x. Di ko makalimutan.

Nakita ko nanaman ang dream fries ko sa mindpro na rare ko lang mabili.

Nakarecite na rin sa wakas! hahaha. bien rare man gat to.

The Three Little Pigs

When I was young, I was obnoxious. I was so fond of stories and every night, I force my mom to tell me a story so I can sleep. I don’t ask her, I force her. haha. Like every night I go to her bed and wake her up for awhile to tell me a story. When she’s too sleepy to talk to me, she tells me the story of Inday:

Un diya, si Inday

Ya subi na malunggay

Ya morde el subay

Ya grita le aragay.

And I’m really not contented with this story because its too short. So I keep on waking her up to tell me another one. If she tells me she haven’t read a new story, I ask her to tell me the story of the three little pigs instead. She agrees. I grew up listening to this story over and over again and my mom didn’t get tired of telling me that story. I’m blogging this because I am so thankful for having a mom who is too patient to tell me stories when I was young and for listening to mine about how I love my teddy bears.

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms! :)

Alas Dyes

Kung alam mo lang ang aking nararamdaman

Ako ay wala pang action plan

Tapos na sa swot analysis

Maging sa problem at objectives

Hinahanap ko na ang solusyon

Ano ba ang pwedeng recomendation?

Ang French Fries

Nainlove ata ako… Nainlove ata ako sa french fries na shinare saamin ni Aila.

Last week, may shinare si aila na french saamin nung nasa caf kami. Parang sour cream ata yung flavor. Grabe, nung natikman ko yun, hindi ko na nakalimutan ang lasa. Masarap gat. Hahaha. Araw-araw ko nang iniisip na bibili gat ako ng french fries. As in araw-araw ko gat yun iniisip at every management time, iniimagine ko na ang sarili ko na bumibili ng fries sa mindpro. Naging motivation ko na yun para pumunta ng school. :( Sadly ayaw dumaan ng friends ko sa mindpro.

Kanina, hindi ko na talaga napigilan. Bago ako umuwi bumili nalang ako ng malaking fries sa jollibee at sinabayan ko ng ice cream. Masarap talaga. Skl. XD

My Favorite Poem

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, 

but true beauty in a woman is relected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, 

the passion that she knows.

Time Flies and I didn’t Mind

I remembered my childhood days. My elementary days were both miserable and magical. My childhood days were not fun as much as yours. I don’t play so much. I don’t even know how to play chinese garter and tumba lata. I don’t even know how sili-sili water is being played, I don’t understand the game. I envy how my classmates enjoyed playing after classes. And me? I was just the pathetic girl sitting at corridors every lunch time spending hours looking at paintings and sometimes talking to my teacher. I oftentimes walk around the school looking at trees and I do this with my friend.

When I was in grade 2, I was transferred to section I. I was very happy ‘cause it was my dream, haha. My first seatmate was a girl. I was drawing something and she was amazed and was delighted, I didn’t know if I was showing-off. I loved to draw. She was enthusiastically talking to me and wanted to become my friend. She actually became my bestfriend. Everyday was a happy day for her she told me. She asked me draw for her and she was very happy. We spent lunch times together, walking around trees, talking about stories and playing weird games.

When I was in grade 4 I went to her house. The trip was so fun. Their house was made of varnished bamboos and it was very clean and beautiful. There were lots of trees and she even told me a story about how her aunt saw a one-eyed monster hanging on the tree. There were lots of creatures living in their place daw. We played with garlic-like leaves and she told me that elves do also pay with those leaves. We were very happy. She showed me her room. She used to cry there when I was mad at her. She also told me how her mom was always angry and she didn’t have a father. I realized her life was full of misery but chose to be happy because she was with me.

I regret how I let those days passed. She always reminded me how she loved me. She treated me like a sister. I didn’t put so much importance to that because I was focused on how to do well in class. I never thought those moments really mattered to me now. How someone placed so much importance to me and told me how lucky she was for having me. How sweet those words are. (I feel like crying)

Now, those days are gone. Far gone. I received the news that she already had a baby. I suddenly realized we’re growing up. I missed her so much.

Time flies so fast is such a cliche. Yet we don’t mind. I remember my childhood days, how I walk around trees, how I played with garlic-like leaves and how I was with someone, someone who told me I was the most important person on earth.

Random Truth

“In order to accept one’s self, you must have the bravery to be honest with yourself and do a bold confession.” I want to accept myself for who I am and who I am not. ‘Cause if I don’t, no one ever will. I want to know myself fully and find reasons to be grateful. I’m tired of being very insecure, very stressed and envious about everyone having the qualities that I don’t have. Jotting down random confessions I think can help find me myself and atleast go back someday to what I wrote and find myself back.

• I want to bake cakes someday and not to count money. lels
• I had a crush when I was 11 and I was happy to see him again when I was in college. But right now, things were different.
• I really adore Miranda Kerr’s life.
• I want to be a mother someday just like how I treat softy.
• Mr. Bean’s Holiday is my favorite movie.
• I was humiliated by our first honor student in grade 3 and ended up taking her spot.
• I fall for personality.
• I am easily destroyed by people who matter to me.
• My first crush was a girl when I was in kinder.

Treat Yourself

After the two weeks of class, myghad two weeks plang, I’m here. Here drwoning myself with treats. We ate at jollibee kanina. I played farmville. And now I’m playing candy crush. I’ll watch a movie tomorrow and gorge on food. It’s nice to treat yourself sometimes. I’m gonna play play play with no regrets.