Nick and Jess

Picture taken from www.bloodyhells.tumblr.com

We are becoming more and more like Nick and Jess. I don't even know if you're aware that that is what's happening.

Different.

It saddens me how you've changed.
From someone so dear to me, you turned into a complete stranger.
What happened to that nice person that used to be my friend?
Since when did you become so lost?

Kilig.

Kilig is a tagalog word that is used to describe a feeling whenever you see your crush or someone you like. I don't know if giddiness is enough to describe it.

Kilig is an awesome feeling to have. It gives you a temporary high, an electric shock.

So why am I defining this to you right now?

Eh kinikilig ako ngayon. HAHA.

It's Okay

Sometimes you don't get what you want.
But it's okay.
Something better's on the way.
Sometimes things don't work your way.
But it's okay.
The failure makes way for something more amazing.
It's okay.

Give It Up

You need to know when to keep on trying and when you should give up. After all, how can the best person make their presence felt in your life when you've been too busy waiting for that one wrong person to take notice of you?

4,000

I opened my Blogger dashboard today and was astounded to find out that I had over 4000 pageviews since I started last 2010. Apparently, some people find this interesting... Or not.

So to those who've been reading my random thoughts, thank you. I started this blog just so that I could have an outlet for my feelings and now I'm glad that I get to share them with you, whoever you are.

So there. I haven't really been interesting lately, and I couldn't think of anything else to write about, so thanks for bearing with me even though I'm practically boring.

Girly girly girl girl

Sorry for the lack of an appropriate title. I've been to two weddings this year, and this entitles me a right to go dress up and be a girl.

I was never really a girly girl. I think that I got my father's sense of style: simple, no frills. He likes to go to work in a shirt and jeans. I practically dress up that way to work.

My mom, on the other hand, is a fashionista. She's updated with the latest trends, she knows what is stylish and what is gross to wear. So, yes, she's my stylist.

She took care of all these looks for me. Except the one in the middle frame. Who says I can't dress up? And I must admit, I'm starting to love dressing up, but I can't handle doing it all the time. The end. I thank you. Bow.

Obviously, my favorite pose.