2012 was the year of...

2012 should have been my year to think outside the box, but it didn't happen. As in the previous years, what I lacked in 2012 was the actual execution of the plans I had for myself. Once again, I let myself wing things and completely disregard the system I had set out at the onset of the year.

Oh well, there's no use crying over spilled milk anyway; but that is not to say that I don't regret not being true to my promise, either.

Looking back, I have realized that I have been wasting a lot of my time with a lot of things that I'm just okay with; things that I can't really say I am happy doing. I have also realized that I am not getting any younger, and that the days I spend procrastinating, winging things, and doing things that don't make me happy equate to wasted opportunities to better myself, and to shape my future.

And that, dear friends, is what scares me. I am scared that I'll get stuck at where I'm at now, and end up not being able to do what actually makes me happy. So, I have realized that I shouldn't be scared anymore. And as Sam and Hal Montgomery (of A Cinderella Story) have put it:

Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.

There will always be that fear of failure, of striking out, but these should be made into motivations to happiness, not hindrances. With these things that have happened in 2012, I have realized that I should be brave enough to take risks, to take chances, to finally, finally finaaaaally think outside the box, because if I don't, I might not get my shot at happiness.

2013 should be the year for real and actual change.

2013 should be about planning, but most importantly, 2013 should be about DOING!

Thank you for the memories, 2012. Bring it on, 2013! Happiness, here I come.


---Acknowledgement/s---
Picture credit: fromjenslens

Noël 2012

Okay. If I am being honest, I must say I am freaking out that Christmas is already here. I mean, come on! Wasn't it just yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands* that we started counting the days down to Christmas? Seriously, for the lack of better term for it, ANYAREH?! Why is time flying by so so sooooooo fast?

/hyperventilates
/fans self
/inhale
/exhale

But really, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. The warm and fuzzy feeling that this season gives off is something that I look forward to all year round and now that it's here, I just feel the need to revel in it. I may be freaking out that it's here already, but I'm just as excited and happy!

And so, dear friends, I wish you a very merry Christmas. And as you lay down to sleep tonight, count your blessings and thank the Lord for all of it!

I'll end this post with one of my favorite tracks from one of my favorite Christmas albums of all time.



Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

* Thumbs up if you got the reference for this! XP

It has taken me years to realize it.

Sometimes, life pushes us at a certain crossroad where a decision has to be made. As whimsical human beings, most (if not all) of us ask life (or the universe) back for signs before we finally decide which road to take. But most of the time, we complain that life doesn't give us the sign/s, only to realize that all the signs are there, but we're just too stubborn to see it all.

Or maybe, that's just me?

Eventually, life's pushes will come to a shove, and a decision will eventually be made for us, and we will have no choice but to accept it. It might not be the decision we want for ourselves, but consolation rests in the fact that this decision is probably for the better. Then, we will move on. And then, we will forget.

Or maybe we can never forget at all. But we will definitely move on.

We just have to.

Celebrating Duizhang's Birthday

I've always wanted to throw a party for that special someone. The thing is, even after all these years, I still have no special someone to throw a party for.

But then again, there's Kris. And it's his birthday. And I wanted to do this for him. Because I am crazy -- crazy in love with him. *bricked*

Happy birthday again, dear duizhang! ♥

To that special man in my life now.

Here is the edited version of the message I have for Kris, which I have sent via Kris' International Fan Site, The Sky's the Limit

You had me at your Like a G6 performance. I have seen countless of handsome guys out there, but none really appeals to me the way you do.

And so, Kris, THE crush to end all crushes, happy birthday!

Whatever you are reaping now, you deserve them all. More than the awards and the popularity, you deserve the love you are getting because you are you, and who you are is already perfect. Yes, man is flawed*, and no one is perfect. But remember, you are perfect in your imperfections**.

Again, happy birthday! And I love you.

Hugs and kisses,
Rafa, Philippines

May all your wishes come true, duizhang! ♥



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SOURCES: Quotes - *My friend, Celine Cabunilas, **Marcus Flutie from Second Helpings // Image - SoCooL杂志

For the lulz!

ANYAREH?! LMAO!

I had my haircut yesterday. As always, I would show the hairstylist my peg, and then I'd let her do her work. I was fairly satisfied with what she had done, to be honest. She also styled my hair with a hairdrier, and I loved the outcome. She was even kind enough to give me tips, telling me that my haircut would look better if it had some waves/curls. Eventually, she asked me if I wanted to see how I'd look like with curls. Given the fact that I was born with a natural straight hair, I was curious to see how I would look like with curls. Besides, it was free so I thought to myself, "Why not?" Gorabels!

And then, she called someone -- a guy -- to curl my hair.

Now I don't know if the guy was a fan of the K-Drama, To the Beautiful You, or if he had seen Ki Tae Young (the one in the picture above), but I'd like to think that he pegged my curls after Ki Tae Young. I was holding back my laughter as he curled my hair; I knew the outcome would look funny on me. But, I let him carry on. He even reassured me that I'd look better once he's done with me.

Minutes after, he told me that he was already finished. I was like, "OMG WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!" (cue ROFL and LMAO here). I wasn't self-deprecating, but I really found my curly hair funny. The lady who cut my hair, I was sure, was even holding back her laughter at the aftermath of the guy's curling activity.

But, I let the curls on, and I didn't demand that they wash my hair. I paid for their services, went to a couple of stores afterwards, before finally deciding that I needed to buy a hat. What happened in Robinson's Otis should stay in Robinson's Otis (pero I still blogged about it, ano kaya yun). Lol!

At least, now I know I wouldn't look good as a curly top. It was a fun experience, nonetheless!

You. Yes, you.

It amazes me how there still is love left, even after horrible things have happened. Case in point: Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big.

This is probably the reason why the first Sex and the City movie is my favorite chic flick movie forever because in a way, I can relate. Mr. Big ditches Carrie on their wedding day, but through it all, forgiveness happens, and love, as they say, has become better the second time around.

No matter how hurt Carrie was when Big left her, I believe that she was just waiting for him to woo her back. She was ready to forgive him because she loves him. Stupid, I know, but as one of the lines from the movie says,

" She (Blair Elkin) was a smart girl, until she fell in love.

I guess that line applies to me (or to all of us, probably), too, because as stupid and pathetic as this may sound, I still am hoping and wishing for him to come back.

Or perhaps, it neither is stupid or pathetic because love defies logic?