Memories of school wouldn't be complete without the constant teasing of friends and classmates alike about one thing or another, so of course I had my fair share of it. And it's always been about my massive hair - which is as curly as Goldilocks' hair can be, except with the added humidity, became such a messy bush. I so can relate to Hermione Granger! But don't get me wrong, I didn't cry over the teasing (not that HG did) but it didn't help with me appreciating and loving my natural curls. But I'd laugh with my classmates over their comments of my hair being the result of my dad's grounding me of my pleasures every time my grades drop. It was pretty funny seeing how I was constantly grounded and my hair being the way it is. I'd like to think not being too insecure about it was what saved me from experiencing the lowest of self-esteem. Though that's the case, I still wouldn't let my hair down and as such, ponytail was the only hairstyle I knew back then.

It's The Little Things Really

 

    Tea w/ pastry
    Worship music
    Classical music
    Warm coffee in the morning
    Bonding w/ family
    Talking it out with God
    Jane Austen classics
    Reading books
    Reading books by the park
    Swimming in the lake
    Movies with friends
    Laughing w/ friends
    Giving a helping hand
    Smiling
    Productive day at work
    Gratitude
    Meaningful conversations w/ trustworthy friends
    Great workout
    Watching animes
    Watching movies
    Writing/blogging/journaling thoughts
    Preparing food
    Baking
    Lomography photos
    Eating out w/ friends
    Keeping house clean
    Prettifying my place
    Travelling
    Berry pickings
    Hugs
    Word of God
    Devotionals
    Being praised for good work
    Learning
    Fashion
    Babies
    Weddings
    Chocolates
    Healthy living
    Zumba
    Pilates
    Vacations
    Beach
    Korean food
    Japanese food
    Colored contact lenses
    Bubzbeauty's and Michelle Phan's videos
    Campus gels
    Reminiscing old times through photos
    Comfortable silence
    Inspiring quotes
    Walks in the park
    Watching children play
    Productivity
    Sleep
    * Hearing God's voice

This is what's in my "What Makes Me Happy" list that I wrote a few months back. They are in no particular order as I just listed off stuff that comes to mind. I'm sure there'll be lots more and this list will continue to grow as I go through life. For now, it's a great reminder that it really doesn't take much to turn a bad day around and that I don't have to look far for inspiration.  

Keep livin' happy! ☺

Hullo world!

Wow, it's been almost a year, eh? But here I am, I'm alive! Going back to basic, to what I love doing the most - pouring my thoughts out. I won't say that I'm back for good to the blogging world 'cause I know that's not gonna happen and always, I'll come and go. I blame the social network sites which have served as my micro-blog for updates and events in my life, but thank them just the same for making it easier to write thoughts and post them in a jiffy!

On Vacations and Getting Back On Track

Summers are always good, no, great, and this year has been my busiest summer in BC so far! It was awesome, no doubt, but I can't deny that by the end of it all, I was so looking forward to getting back to my regular daily life! I even cannot wait for all the busy-ness to die down! I was just spent! Okay, I think you get the picture.

It's funny because it was actually just August. Just a month - but it's all my summer with all the events that took place.

So... Photos time! 

 

Started summer off with blueberry picking! 

Changes, Moments and Time

Time is always that one thing that fascinates me.

Time, as in all things, can either be our friend or our enemy. I guess that's why movies tend to play around with the idea of time travelling. Movies have played with this concept and still, I get lost in trying to understand how they work it without changing anything in the past or affecting the future. I guess it only goes to show everyone's unceasing wish to be able to travel back in time and make it our friend, so that we may never need to utter the words "before it's too late."

Time creeps up on us slowly and makes happy memories pass by in a fleeting moment, and sad ones to seem to last a lifetime. It creeps up ever so slowly, gradually chaging everything around us. Dazed by its power, we go on thinking everything's the same, and when we occassionally take the red pill - nothing at all. The surrounding's different, may be good or bad, and we stop to think how we ever made it that far, or that little; what decisions brought us to where we are standing at the moment. Our realities, presents, sufferings, and happiness at one point have become just a season in our lives that we are glad or sad to have left behind. Countless hours with loved ones simply become a moment that's remembered by a memory or two, or three. And sadly, feelings that have been part of our happiest times are left behind, not even preserved in that memory we made an effort to take away. And yet, the sadness that came with our most painful times haunt us to the present day, very much a factor in the decisions we make, the people we let in our lives, and how we treat ourselves and others around us. It is a sad fact that out of all the happiest times we've had, it is that one most painful moment that we seem to get stuck in. Unmoving, we fear change. Frozen, that fear has the power to negate almost everything good in our life.

To-Do List

Study.

Read the Word.

Work.

Wall decor.

Write. Or blog.

Inspiration comes in the evening (late at night when I should really be sleeping) and I get giddy with excitement to start doing the things I want to do. Inspiration comes at night and I forget sleep (or rather I can't) as I want to do everything all at once. Inspiration comes when I drink coffee. High with caffeine (like right now), I start wanting to read the books I have at home, borrow more from the library (seriously), and think of topics (and their post title) that I can write about in my "active" blogs - about three now.

Flying Solo

It's been over half a year now since I've started living on my own and while it's very tiring most of the time, I never really regretted moving out. I've even caught myself saying in the true Austen-language, "It is such a pleasure to run your own home."

When I was deciding to move out, I knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake but I had this vision in my head of me cooking and baking and having a jolly-good time while at it. So with that, I continued my pursuit of finding the best place for me and I did. I moved in and so all the boxes still needed to be sorted out and organized and furniture moved to their rightful place but I was a girl on an adventure. So instead of sighing heavily with all the work that's ahead of me, I just did it. Saying that I was exhausted to death by the end of it is the understatement of my existence. Okay, I'm exaggerating but I was never THAT exhausted. And I slept like the dead that night. By the end of the week, I was asking my mom "How do mothers do it? Do ALL these house chores?" My mom's only reply  was, "Add kids to that."

My vision was shattered and replaced with the reality that I have so much responsibility now over my life. Who knew taking care of myself was a whole lot of hard work? Responsibilities that needed to be paid off came in every month without fail and nothing every stays clean in the house. If I wasn't raised by my parents to be strong, I would've ran back crying to them in the first month of my moving out. And instead of feeling sorry that I had a ton of things to look after, I was grateful and I still am. God has never abandoned me and I rarely felt lonely in my place. That's not a front I'm trying to put up, it is the truth. I don't deny that I do feel lonely but it's not enough to make me crumble. Sure, the responsibilities at times overwhelm me too much that I feel suffocated (the reality that I'm in this for life scares me) but these feelings are quick to pass with a a quick prayer and reminder that God is in control. As I always say, "I am where God wants me to be."