Lunar halo, Manila 01-13-14.
Apparently they’re “fairly common” so I guess that’s that. Maybe there’s the slap that I’ve been too busy to have missed a lot of these, which is also fairly sad.
Photo (c) Jed Soriano (because my phone cam sucks)
Anonymous asked: 10 utterly random things about you? :) <3
As random as it gets.
- I don’t like my second name.
- I am Dave! Yognaught and I have the balls.
- I really love playing volleyball.
- I am in constant conflict with my mind.
- I have small nails.
- I’m not sure but I think I might have a crush on Seth Rogen.
- I think I would be a big fan of walking and honestly do it every chance I get, if it weren’t for the overly crowded, overly polluted, and probably unfriendly environment I live in.
- The only definite thing about my future (house) so far would be my generously big library.
- Just a few weeks ago, I felt like being a spy. Like seriously, a spy.
- I like making playlists.
I have been receiving lovely emails from Tumblr asking me where I have been/am recently and I found them really cute.
I missed you too, Tumblr.
Oh and I also missed my 4th Tumblr anniversary. Not that I really celebrate them, it’s just nice to know how long I’ve spent with/in this place.
I never really left this place. I mean, who would? I probably never will, as long as it’s up and running. I have just been busy. But I always come back.
Nothing official or grand, but I am back. I miss blogging and the endless
spam blogs I follow. I probably will still be a bit MIA but that’s only because inconsistency flows through my veins.
Whatever I have been up to I will try to blog about later on. The pictures are there but the amount of words they will need! …like that’s ever a problem.
In commemoration of my welping productivity moment, I find myself in the study room which I desperately want to start cleaning because of my brother’s explosion of things. Instead, I am sitting in the very middle of the room and blogging.
The clock is as loud as my thoughts.
I should sleep.
Welp Moment #37
When I literally want to do 100 things at this moment therefore not being able to do anything at all because who the hell does 100 bloody things at once. Oh and it’s two in the morning.
That small moment when we both get really pissed off and blame each other after losing a game.
So cute and funny.
Me: Why couldn't it be longer
Me: What am I supposed to read now
*glances at pile of unread books*
Me: Don't look at me like that
I should probably start my blog on AC/DC
Still ovewhelmed and probably in-denial.
That moment when you realize that the gun that you saved and worked hard for is actually worse than the one you’ve been using.
Seven waves of killing monsters and my heart started breaking the moment I realized that I just spent $25,000 on a bad gun.
All that XP and money and time.
Not checking gun stats, FTL. Or maybe just pure ugly deception.
I dreamed of you for 10 years and now that I finally have you, it turns out that you’re just another worthless guy. You can go back home now.
All the hate ever,
I made a huge mistake. Please forgive me and take me back. I realize your worth now and I’ll never leave you again.
… until I find an actual better rifle, that is.
Your best partner,
mamua asked: That's a beautiful picture of you:) you're beautiful
That’s really nice to hear from someone as beautiful as you are, Olivia. Thank you.
My dad is a rockstar.
I have been forgetting to blog about this and I’ve been wanting to since my summer this year. This was supposed to be about how he decided to run for elections, what happened during the campaign and the election, and after it. Since I do not really fancy the thought of it- more for later, I think I want to write about something else. Something more general, more significant, more special.
Like how he is my hero.
You know how most of us usually view someone as just one specific part of our life? A friend a friend, a seatmate a seatmate, that random driver a random driver, a parent a parent. Well, one day I realized that I see my father as so much more. I know that a lover can be your bestfriend/husband/partner-in-crime. I guess that’s how special they get. But anyway, I just felt really happy that I can see my father not only as my parent, but also as a person. Strings unattached, I realized I have been seeing how he has been as a friend, colleague, husband, enemy, boss, etc to others. Well, I feel pretty proud of it. It’s not every day that you can see your father not from a daughter’s view.
It’ll take too much time and so many words to describe how I love my dad. I know I am emotional and my empathy is just beyond wild, so I have these things with even just a simple friend. But my dad, and I shouldn’t be even saying this out loud, but he is probably one of my weaknesses. I know that my love for my family is definitely a weakness in general but … he breaks my heart so easily. The way he laughs and smiles, so genuine. The way he jokes around brightens up my day. Whenever I see him stressed out and worrying about so many things, and I notice it every freaking time. The way he delivers a speech, or answers a question or his crosswords, reads a book, craves for food. Just about every little thing.
Maybe it’s because I see a lot of myself in him. Duh. But really, I’m only pointing it out because I feel quite proud of it. My empathy, my thirst for knowledge, my food cravings, my way with people, my thinking too much, the way I see some things, my over-considerations, and so much more. He has them. The way he has chosen his life, somewhat, and made decisions and risks that people have judged and thought wrong. I am a lot more stubborn and adventurous and risky and that is probably why I look up to him a lot. He doesn’t have a perfect life in terms of what is perfect for most people but he does what he thinks makes him happy and works really hard for what he believes in. He has much more composure than I am and I’ll probably never really gain that with the rate I am going.
He is the reason I started reading and he never really forced me to do so. Just seeing him with his piles of books and just reading every day while I was a kid. I started out with his bookshelf and didn’t really understand most of them because of course they were too advanced for me back then, which probably challenged me more because I wanted to be able to read what he reads. I just pretty much owe him my love for literature and curiosity.
I’m not gonna delve in the other things as there are so much more stories. Probably one of the best things that I must have gotten from him is his how he takes care of his relationships with people. I remember asking him how come he has so many friends and he answered with a laugh and a "You learn a lot from people." or something like that. That reminds me, the little curious Julia also asked him one time why he knows so much (I think he was answering crosswords that time) and he just said "I read a lot."
The point is, well, I love my dad. And the reason why I finally managed to start writing this down is because he is taking his oath this Sunday and none of us can go. I mean, I’m sure he won’t get mad about it really but I know that he’d very much like his family to be there. He won’t say though. He’d just understand and move on. Because that’s probably what I would have done. And I know everyone is feeling sad about not being able to go and I know it’s just a silly oath-taking, but while he was packing and talking to me, my heart just broke again like it always does with him and I started crying a little.
I guess, I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. Not that I don’t want to but it’s never really been a such a huge deal to me. A lot of things have happened and now I’m a young matured woman and he’s been mostly away and all that, but the moment you remember how you’re his little girl and how he always manages to make you cry so easily and feel sad over little things is just something. I’m not mad at him for being away most of the time because I see him happy and it makes me feel contented. He has done so much for my family and I, and god knows just about every one of his family and friends, and I think it’s pretty unfair for any of us to just not support him really.
I didn’t like his decision to join politics, as I do not like politics at all, and I haven’t changed my mind. But I support him either way. I do not like campaigns but I helped him. I know my dad’s abilities and how much he can go and how good he can do, he is such an amazing guy really. He knows as well as I do that he can keep helping people, as he has always done before, without having to run for a government position. I know that very well. I’m sure it will be a very hard road for him and I’ve already witnessed some of it during the elections (which I will not talk about because it makes me rage so much), but I trust that he’s aware of it and knows the risks. If he thinks joining an ugly side of the world would help make people’s lives better, then so be it. I will always be here to support him, with such limited necessary resources but a freaking load of love anyway. I’m sure I will worry every day that this road might hurt him in many ways but he’s strong. I am proud of him, I have always been and I always will. One day, I will make him so proud of me and take care of him as much as he did with me and the others. Because he fucking deserves it.
He is my hero, my inspiration (as I have few), my personal Santa, and both my strength and weakness.
My dad is my rockstar.
The amount of money I spend on headsets/earphones is just unbelievable. I’m not really complaining though. Just, if I was someone else, this would’ve been completely ridiculous. But I guess, this would somehow be equivalent to date money. lol