having a belated birthday party
*on the cake is kiko with her two cats
belated happy birthday kiko :*
- Name: Hanna
- Height: 5”
- Eye color: Black
- Birthday: October 2, 1994
- Favourite color(s): Red
- Best school subject(s): English
- Mac or PC: PC
- Current shirt color: Orange
- Day or Night: Night
- Celebrity crush: Ryan Gosling, Benjamin Walker
- Coffee or Tea: Coffee and Tea
- Favourite Food: BlueberryCheesecake and Lasagna
It’s overwhelming that even a stranger, specifically someone who lives far away from me can give me that kind of concern.
My aunt’s American friend who lives in California heard that I came home late, in the wee hours of the morning. Her friend scolded her because she lets me go home late. My aunt laughed because her friend was overreacting. Her friend sent me some sweet messages telling me that I should be careful because he can certainly see a great future ahead of me. I really appreciate his concern. I was on the verge of saying “Awww” but I didn’t because if I did I would have probably cried. Nyehehe. Maybe I’m overreacting because I seldom hear things like that from people, especially guys.
I thought, “So this is how it feels to have a man or a guy genuinely take care of you and show concern..”
People like him inspire me to do good and never give up.
Cha Polo my classmate.
Ralph! My classmate.
From L-R; Karren, Me and Cha. My worn out chucks never give me sore heels.
Some of the amazing illustrations of my classmate, Patricia.
My lefty. Small and weary.
There came a time when a life just ended.
An identity just faded.
Eyelids became heavy, and the skin under those eyes became puffy.
When something inside just died.
You know, even the sun rays that dance between the leaves blind me.
The gravity that pulls down my legs while walking didn’t seem to exist.
I’ll walk until I get home.
Sink in my bed…
and wake up tomorrow, hoping everything will be just..
I won’t try so hard to forget you. This time, I’ll shift my attention to things I have in my hands right now.. I guess I’ll do just fine.
Kyaaa! Sorry for the image. Divergent. Current read. I just borrowed this from my friend. It sounds like hunger games but truth is I really don’t know, I can’t compare it because I haven’t read HG yet, I just watched the movie. Lol
Okay.. Let’s pretend you asked me about my day. Teehee~ So earlier this morning I attended our Design class but there was no sight of our new professor, same to the other minor subjects. The ever faithful to his job English teacher showed up, and I admire him because he’s straightforward about his rules and other stuff.. and I was a happy little chirpy birdie because I saw my friends again. However some of them are not my classmates anymore.
The architecture and fine arts department has become crowded already, because of the first year students who have attended their classes since last Monday? Lol. I’m pretty sure the lazy higher year students will attend their classes next week.
So that’s it.. I’m trying to go back to sleep so I can be early tomorrow.
First impressions don’t last for me but they are still significant. Good night!
I calmed my doubts and heartaches inside. I really need to. Why should I let them win? Why the hell should I pay attention to what I have lost instead of what I still have? And no, I shouldn’t blurt out the words “At least..” because the things I have are the best. I know things don’t happen the way I want to, and most of the time I really get frustrated at the way how things turn out, but.. really?
Do I always have to get sad and sulk? I figured out I don’t have to. It’s not going to be easy but I know, by starting appreciating things that made me happy instead of the things that make me sad, this will soon progress into something bigger.. and better.
There will always be pain, challenges and bad days. *Shrugs* They will never go away, but I shouldn’t let them defeat me. I must not let them defeat me.
Positive outlooks all the way.
You may judge me but that doesn’t bother me, because I know me.
Thinking about evil thoughts, happy thoughts, curses, and gratitude. Hello! This is me last night, I am oozing with awkwardness.
Just finished reading this small book by H. Murakami.. and.. I was speechless. So much ‘darkness’ and mystery in the 201-page novel. I am still filled with suspense until now. Anyway, it’s beautiful. It’s a good read. I felt like I was walking with the characters in Japan’s streets during dawn.. I don’t really know how to review a book but lol whatever, I liked it. It was worth it.
I can also relate to the characters, sisters Eri and Mari Asai. They are so different, just like me and my sister. Also, like them, we are not really close, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her.
There were a lot of metaphorical scenes in the book that I still can’t comprehend.. I was confused about the tv stuff that brings Eri Asai to another dimension, in her sleep. Dafuq. She’s asleep for 2 months BUT she’s not in a coma. OK btw I’m already spoiling it. LOL
Really.. Murakami has a talent.. of bringing the readers to his own world, to the world he’s creating. I don’t know that’s how I felt. That’s how I still feel..
I like what the novel is trying to say.. I mean no matter how you think a person is perfect is, no matter how you envy him/her, we may not know what’s really inside their minds or souls. We don’t know how much they suffer or how dark their soul is. I guess humans, each of us, have a dark hidden side, just like the moon after dark.
I will always have that fear that I will be back to my old self again. Weak, vulnerable when in love. I don’t know anyway.. It was like.. ages ago. I was so young, reckless. I was so DUMB! Hahaha. It’s a laughing matter to me now, but I must admit that I really suffered. Sheesh..
I’m not saying that I know everything now, but I can truly say that I’m more careful.. and uptight.
The past’s feelings were the most bittersweet feelings I ever had. If my lovelife was sex, those were the climax. Haha! Now? Maybe I’m still in the foreplay? Lol. Nothing seriously happens in my lovelife nowadays. Forever alone? I don’t think so.. I have a few guys around but I don’t know, I’m still rooting for that one person I had a relationship last summer. Hooked up with him again but I really try so hard to forget him.
I’m scared! Can you blame me? Blech. I can’t define it right now. Love, lust, infatuation? I don’t really like to invest on just feelings.
I do know for a fact that I don’t really have a place in his life. *aww*
I’m being honest with myself. Truth hurts, but what can I do? I can’t force him to make me his queen. I can’t force him to *shiver* love me. Love is too much.
So, I’m just moving forward with my eyes closed. But I don’t know how long can I last.
I just want to be happy, even without a relationship..
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
Last night I was helping my 4th grade sister in her homework, which was to name the newly discovered planet, and the planet’s moons and their names.
Whoa, when I was in 4th grade I didn’t remember our teacher assigning us some specific topics like these. Anyway, piece of cake thanks to Google, but still..
In my English 102 class last 2nd semester, we read an article about standards between public schools and private schools. It was implied on that article that some of the public schools here in the Philippines have higher standards than some private schools — which means that the B’s in a public school are equal to A’s in some private schools.
I’m not saying that this applies to all public schools and private schools, but base on my observations, I have a few classmates, old and new that came from public schools and they are very remarkable especially in Math and Science fields.
Anyway, I’m having fun listening to my Mom and my sister practicing reading. My mom can be a little harsh sometimes, she was my toughest teacher when I was younger. I remember myself in my sister whenever I hear them. Bwahaha good thing I’m in College now. I’m on my own.. Sigh. :)
- modern day heroines
- incredible source of strength
Although it’s my greatest fear to be a single mother someday, I still salute women who stand on their own and raise their children without a father. Especially my mom. Yeah we’re not that close but I know she’s been through a lot of hell. Maybe one trait I inherited from her is being gullible. I hate it, but I guess it runs in the blood. However, it hasn’t been a problem for me — growing up without the “presence” of a man, but as I grow up, I do feel a little emptiness inside. I don’t know. I long for something and for someone. I just can’t figure it out.