MY 2012 YEAR-END BLOG

I’m not one of those people who were hyped up on writing a thing called “new year’s resolution” because I know I can’t mark them all at the end of the year and will just repeat those pledge next year.  I just feel like letting people know how God gave me tons of blessings this year. 

2012: Mayans believed that this year is the end of the world.  But because I’m here in front of the keyboard typing this blog, I can say I SURVIVED because of Him~ Honestly, I can’t finish writing up all the blessings He granted me for the past 365 days. However, I thank Him for the unforgettable memories, traveled places, unpredictable experiences, wonderful people I met, and most of all, lessons learned.  I thank Him for giving me the chance to wake-up and make decisions every day. I think I've been stronger and better person.

Just like Edith Lovejoy Pierce once said:

“We will open the book.  Its pages are blank. We are going to put words in them ourselves.  The book is called OPPORTUNITY and its first chapter is NEW YEAR’S DAY”

Thank You and Goodbye 2012.  I am now ready to welcome 2013 and make more exciting memories with my friends, family and loved ones.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! 

P.S. 
i don't know why i feel like i can't write everything i want to say right now. hehe:b

BECAUSE I CUT MY HAIR SHORT

Everybody asks questions on me like "do you have a problem?”,” who broke your heart last night?" and "WHY?" because they saw me with my ear-length haircut.  Yes! I cut my hair too short and nobody really knows the reason behind it.  

All through my college life I promise myself to keep my hair short not until I graduated.  Yesterday, I received my evaluation form from school that serves as my graduation pass which I’ve waited for five and a half years and I think because of that happiness I felt chopping  my hair too short for the last time. 

 

Who will believe me for just because of that lame reason, right?  Actually, that’s a little part of it but the real cause for cutting it all off is my way of relieving stress. You sound me correctly, stress from people around affecting me.  Just like the band Pavement once sang, “Darlin’ don’t you go and cut your hair, do you think it’s gonna make him change?”  But it’s the other way around, I convinced myself that maybe if I change a bit he will appreciate me. In fact, I informed him a day before I went to salon and I thought for  the very least, he will understand that I was going through something very emotional and more than likely, something much related to him.  But the bottom line… I didn't hear any complains nor questions from him.  The only person who felt upset that time for wasting upon my long straight black hair was the poor hair-cutter.  She said “Bad hair days were gone and move on” and I was touched and felt her sincerity.

[reblogged] Pacey Witter Is My Dream Man

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 STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS

A lot has changed for me since seventh grade. I realize now that no one cared about how much my sneakers cost, how much I resembled a beanpole, or how flat my ass was (is?). But one thing — perhaps the only thing that remains the same 15 years later is this: Pacey Witter is still my dream man.
And he had a lot of competition. I mean, my Leonardo DiCaprio obsession spanned several television and film roles. I’m notorious (around my parent’s house) for having penned a five-page letter to the man. And Johnny Depp? Loved him so hard that I even managed to grow a little lady boner for Edward Scissorhands who could like, cut me. These actors gave me more crush-fuel than Joshua Jackson ever could or would — but they both have one fatal flaw: they never played Pacey Witter.
As I rewatch Dawson’s Creek, I’m amazed by how ~in love~ I still am with Pacey. It kind of weirds me out because I’m way older than his character now, but I also haven’t been the first to throw age conventions out the window when it comes to him. I seriously have no trouble believing that he had an affair with his teacher, because Pacey Witter is timeless. He’s charming, he’s loyal, and he always stands up for what he believes in, no matter how unpopular it might make him. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that?
Me, apparently. Because every guy I’ve been serious with has been… not like Pacey. Not that they’re not charming or loyal or whatever, some of them definitely were, but they were ambitious. Some were ruthless about it. “Ambitious” and “ruthless” are not words that spring to mind when we’re talking Witter. Not that he couldn’t be — his relationship with Andie McPhee definitely showed he was capable of applying himself under the right circumstances — but that wasn’t the backbone of his character.
Where most teenagers, men, and people in general fail, Pacey triumphed. He was selfless. He was unafraid of meeting Andie’s crazy mom. He was unafraid of what consequences the school board would throw his way when he denied his affair with Tamara (the teacher, for those of you who aren’t hip to the lingo). He was unafraid to read the rest of Jack McPhee’s very gay poem in front of the class. He was unafraid of spitting in the face of the homophobic (?) monster Mr. Peterson, he was unafraid to join an all-women pageant, he was unafraid of giving Andie her fantasy night with no sexual expectations. Pacey always did what was right for the people he loved — an ambition of its own sort.
Not that he wasn’t without his flaws — his dad would make a total nightmare of an in-law, his self-esteem was pretty much non-existent, and he was way, wayyyy too judgmental when it came to Xanax. (Let’s be real, no boyfriend of mine better be trippin’ over Xanax like that.) But despite these minor infractions, Pacey was someone you could count on. You could count on him to be there for you, to call you on your shit, and to stand by your side when a scandal broke out. He was consistently present, whether you wanted him there or not.
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say — without having finished rewatching the entire series — that this is what makes Pacey such an attractive character. His willingness to be there. It was basically all he asked for in return, too, which makes him all the more appealing. It didn’t matter if you were way too old for him, kinda crazy, or if your dad was a convict. It didn’t matter if you were a megalomaniac who only called to either discuss his embarrassing love life or accuse him of being a bad friend (cue Third Eye Blind). All Pacey asked was that you reciprocate, that you give back what he dished out — which was everything he had, on most days. Sigh. That’s it. I vote we rename the show Pacey’s Creek. Who’s with me?

5 THINGS I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

Dear Santa,

Yes! I’m counting the days.  Actually, today is exactly 50 days before Christmas.  I think I’ve been a good girl this year so please do send me any of this. *presenting my wish list* I’m not a material girl or demanding for it, it’s just a simple hint if you’re keen to give me something.  I’ll be delightful for your kind heart. I Love You!

5 THINGS I WANT THIS YEAR:

  Arashi’s Popcorn Album             Strawberry Cake                                Colored Pens

            

             

  

                                  

            2013 Planner                                                    Toy camera

                                                                   (Diana F+ Lomo Cam to be exact :b)

too early to call it a love story

This is my heart breaking friend zoned story or what so ever and I don’t know when it will end.

I met this guy 3 years ago and I never imagine that I will fall for him since the day I first saw him.  He’s not the typical prince charming guy that every woman dreams of or a masculine superhero that will save his leading lady from villains.  He's just an Isaac Newton who is focus on his equations of his existence. Yes, he's too smart and career-oriented/ workaholic for a happy-go lucky me.

They said that every woman has their sixth sense: the feeling of being cheated by their man. Doing such investigation better than a CSI agent or asking questions like a 6 year old innocent child.  Jealousy is such a mental cancer to women. Sometimes, they find envious to something that is not an immense deal to a man.  Making simple problems into big and complicated dilemma which sometimes results to over boarding their limits and nastiest outcome is break-ups.  But in my case, that's too impossible to happen because of this so-called one-sided love I have for him.

"Don’t forget- I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy asking him to love her." [Nothing Hill]

A line I remember from Nothing Hill where Julia Roberts expressed her feelings to Hugh Grant with full of confidence. I wish someday I have the courage to say those words in front of him.  But at this very moment, my mind advises me not to do so as it says friendship lasts longer than love.  [True enough?! I don’t know.]  In contrary, this heart tells me that I am capable of doing both at the same time, being in love with your friend.  But, the big question is... will we have effective bond if we both decided to build up our friendship into lovers?

I know his hobbies, mannerism, his likes and dislikes, personality, and attitude. But I was stunned when I accidentally found out about his past relationship.  It did left big bang to me, since his girl is one of our common friends and I didn't know anything about them until they broke-up. And to tell you the truth, I feel fumed to both of them, especially to him.  Stupid me! I was too focused on his dazzling side and blinded by my love for him and what wounded me more is that I assumed that he felt the same way as I do towards him.

Do you know the feeling of being hurt unintentionally by his stories? but because you know the real story behind HIS story, you just want to cry in front of him but you can't so you just pretend that you’re interested hearing those words. YES! this is the in love ME. I will take everything for the one I know I love. 

There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish this what they called love story. So I am here  still making one for myself.