I finished the last book of the Fallen series today, Rapture. I kept the receipt after I bought the book and used it as a bookmark instead. Funny I never once thought of throwing it out. I looked at the receipt right after reading the last page and saw that I bought this book August 21, 2012. Today, its 1:49 am, August 21, 2013. Coincidence?
Glad to catch a glimpse of the sun before it rained. :)
Clark is always a nice place to have a shoot.. I am so lucky to have a talented brother who is willing to take my pictures. lol. Well this is supposed to be a birthday shoot but it got delayed for a week!
Top - Forever21, Shorts- Vanilla Breeze Clothing, Shoes - bought them in Hongkong, particularly in a shoe store in Mongkok.
I am my own make up artist, by the way. One day I am going to pursue this career. ;) But as you can see, my hair is quite a mess, so… haha
Live for the sake of living, love till your heart is breaking. Give your all and don’t go back, tell the truth and don’t forget to laugh, till your body’s aching. Cry till your hands are shaking. Wherever you go, what ever you do, don’t live a whatever life. :)
Never take your dogs for granted. Dogs will love you more than they love themselves.. Dogs are like humans, they have feelings.. I never thought that I would feel so much pain in seeing how our dog, Max, suffered. He’s 11 years. He’s very old and sick. He never ate for a week, couldn’t even stand or drink in his doggy water basin.. What made it so hard for all of us is not having the time to bond with him when he was still strong, when he was still able to stand and walk.. When we saw him having a hard time urinating but failed to take him to the vet asap. His death made all of us feel guilty. That we lacked in giving him attention.. Writing this is so hard but I just got to let it out.. Never wait for a dog to get old and sick before giving him the attention that he needs.. Give TIME that is especially for him.. Show him how much you love him.. I could not express the pain that I felt earlier when we took him to the vet to have him euthanised. It was the most painful decision and the hardest goodbye I ever felt in my life. Although we lacked in giving attention, Max would look us in the eye during his final moments and we all know how much he loved us.. I love you Max, we all do.. I am so sorry for not being there to play with you.. I am sorry because of the lack of attention. Please know that everytime I come home I think of you.. I miss you when I get out of my car and see you looking at me.. I love you Max. I pray to God that you would be in heaven, along with all your other doggy friends that have left us.. I love you Max, I miss you.. We all miss and love you. You will always stay in our hearts forever. Thank you for the 11 years of friendship…..
Starting today, I would devote myself to loving my family. I’ll make my friends laugh, live life to the fullest and start being a better person. I’ll take care of myself. I won’t ruin anything or do something stupid. I will not be weak. I will choose who to trust. I’ll be smarter, wiser. I’ll begin doing things that I love the most. I would not hesitate. I’ll do this, all for myself.
“Yesterday belongs to the past. Yes I made mistakes. Several of them. Some so grave it gets too hard to get over. But each day is a new day, God wakes us up every morning, giving us a chance to change. We could always forget the past and begin living right. Its never too late to be who you want to be.”—Gette A.
Hey I verified my e-mail and now I can ask you a question :). I came across your profile and I really liked it. I wrote to you through facebook but not sure if that is even you. Did you receive my messages? I would like to know more about you. I like the way you look and the values you have in life :). Talk to you soon :)! Mark
Hi, first of all.. Geez, thanks mark! But i’m afraid i havent received any of ur messages.. Laters, Gette
Went to GMA 7 this morning. My friend, Jemi Nicdao invited me to model his DIY pieces for a new show called Fashbook with Solenn Heusaff as the main host. Jemi is a celebrity stylist and today he talked about how to make men’s wear wearable to ladies and vice versa. I presume he did a great job. This episode will be aired sometime in November. Haven’t got any idea for the exact date.
From this (these are originally girl clothes that are obviously large for me so that it could fit the guy who would wear it next)
And this top used to be Jemi’s sando that he bought in Thailand, which he never got the opportunity to wear (haha) and then this high waist maong shorts used to be a size 27 male jeans. the belt is originally a necktie. and the yellow collar is a cut out from a male’s polo.
Jemi & I with Tim Yap and Solenn H. :)
Had lunch at Gateway after. Super fun with my friend :)
It has been years since I last wrote an article. It has only dawned upon my utter consciousness that I missed every bit of the things I loved about writing. Words have always fascinated me. I solidly remember the days when I read a thesaurus a lot. God knows how much I miss adolescence and now that I can appreciate it more than anything, I couldn’t go back to it anymore. Now that I know that studying is far more blissful than what awaits you after college graduation, when you finally take everything in life seriously. I am experiencing things that I have never felt before, I’d like to relish the days when I let it all out on paper, but on this case, on Microsoft Word. I admit that I am used to gathering praises more than insults. I am always okay about criticisms. I take them positively. You can never please everybody, try and it will destroy you. I can’t seem to ponder why this time, all the insults are tearing me down. I know myself too well. I’ve always known that I am a strong person and I am very big on my values, and that I am fully aware of what I am capable of. I don’t know why somewhere, along the road that I am currently at, I feel so inferior. I don’t know why some people, the people whom you least expect to pull the trigger on you, the people whom you are expected to seek for guidance, are also the same ones who destroy every little piece of hope and motive in you, like putting out all the little sparks that could possibly turn out to be a beautiful firework.
I was promoted two months ago. I was remarkably exhilarated that at last, I would drive a car of my own. I wouldn’t have to borrow my dad’s. At last, I never have to worry about gasoline. I’d have the budget, career growth, development, new things to learn and something that I could be proud of, knowing that Nursing has been in the dust for quite some time now. I was so motivated, so overwhelmed. Well that was when I still haven’t tasted what awaits me. Several weeks have passed since the day I first started out. I’ve learned that what I’ve inherited was tremendously problematic. This is the first time that I feel so new to what I should be doing. I have only just been promoted, I do not know so much. What I really need is someone to guide me, teach me how to do things the way it ought to be done. The least I need is for people to tell me that I am slow every time I ask. Or rub things in when I make a mistake or say something which I am not supposed to say. To reprimand me in front of the whole team without even asking me if I was really involved. To tell me that I couldn’t pick things up so fast. I mull over the fact why you have chosen someone who is relatively clueless on a problematic and complex area when you can choose someone who has already spent a lot of years in the same job if you do not want to be asked. I never wanted this to be really personal. It’s just I have a lot of things going on in my mind.
In spite of these things I am still very much grateful. That I have still been given the chance to be promoted. That there are people who think otherwise. Thank you to the ones who believed that I deserved this. Thank you Dad for all that you’ve instilled in me. For believing that I could ease my way through this. For encouraging me, for lifting my spirits when they’ve already hit the ground. For teaching me how to drive a truck and a dirt bike, for teaching me how to hold a gun and for loving me unconditionally. Thank you Mom for caring for me immeasurably. For not taking sides when I make mistakes. For teaching me my lessons when I was a little girl and for the irrevocable love that you have made me feel. Thank you to my brother who backs me up every time. For being an adorable little brother. I know that you have always loved your ate and I know you know how much I love you and how proud I am for all of your achievements. And to my friends, who listen every time I rant about all my troubles, for relieving me from stress, for making me laugh, and for simply being my friends. Thank you to God, non of these would have been here without him. If there’s one thing that I am sure of, It is that even when life gets too hard, I would never give up. I worked and waited so hard for this position. Even if it crumples me, I wouldn’t quit. Not now, not ever.