Those Pez Candies!

I used to collect those PEZ candy containers as a child! If you had a lot, you have all the bragging rights at the playground come lunch time, plus after-school play.

I wish I could get back my collection again and display them on a wall like that one.

(image courtesy of mentalfloss)

Hourglass

Time is gold indeed. It's such a repeated line that it loses its meaning quite easily. But if you look at the deeper idea of it, you'll realize that time spent can never be returned. Whatever time we have is as limited as an hourglass full of sand. It gets filled up easily as we tilt it down, and we can only contain our way of living within these 24 hours of day. But what matters the most is our quality of living, not how long we spent living. A life can be short but full or long but meaningless.

Our time should be used to love, learn, experience, make mistakes, forgive ourselves, forgive others, travel, and soak in all the goodness of life. Well, life is not always good, but there can be something good that can be drawn out of nasty experiences. When we mix together all the good and bad, there can be a wonderful symphony that can echo from it. 

Time requires much thought in being spent. But don't be so conscious that you suck out all the enjoyment from it.

This is why I like Snoopy...

Yep, I do believe a perfect friend is like him.

And don't mind the typo on the picture. Snoopy is adorbs!

Love and Hate In The Rain

The rain is something to love and hate at the same time.


Rain cleanses and refreshes the earth. It clears up the atmosphere, and paves the way for all things to grow.

But rain can also destroy. It can lead to floods that can damage everything.

I have loved and hated the rain. I loved it for the serenity it brings. Me being stuck on a rainy day can help me relax as I drink something warm and listen to soothing music.

The rain delayed some of my plans. I once got stuck in a building during a strong rain in our state, and I had to wait until next morning so I can finally go home. But in the midst of being stuck, I found a new friend, and we talked about our lives, food, and Star Wars all night as the rain poured endlessly. In the end, being stuck was a blessing. Until now, we're still friends.

I see the blessing the rain brings, knowing that it also ends, with the promise of sunshine and warmth afterwards.

Botched

Last weekend, I met a guy and went out on a date. Everything went well, until the conversation over dinner shifted to badmouthing his exes. I started to feel uncomfortable right then and there, and made an excuse to go to the ladies' room. The truth is, I left him out there and never made an attempt to contact him after that botched date. For me, a guy who badmouths his exes means that he's bound to badmouth you in the near future.


Saying No is not a difficult feat for me, since I've been taught to stand up for myself since I was a child. It helped me later on, especially in situations like this one. No way will I allow myself to go out with a jerk like that guy. Girls, better keep in mind the lessons I learned.


It's not easy to find a guy who will treat you like you're precious. Find a guy who will both be a lover and friend to you. Don't just rely on attraction or lust.


So there goes my date. I'm open to nice guys, hear me out!

This is Me When...

I'm running late and catching up to meet the bus at the bus stop.

Doing the 007 run!

I Used To Think...

I used to think that I have to adapt to people so they would like me better. Like I have to shape-shift in order to find friends. My life growing up was summarized through that thought. In junior high and high school, I tried so hard to fit in, so that I won't be labeled as an outcast. Yeah, that worked, but I would usually beat myself up for feeling such a wimp and forcing myself to be with people I really don't want to be with. I found myself being someone I'm not. Having "cool" friends won't make you happy.


On my last year of high school, I decided to just stop hanging out with them, period. That caused a little stir between me and my so-called "friends" when I started hanging out with the resident bookworm. But they let me be and started leaving me alone. At first, it hurt to endure their whispers and subtle teasing. But I never felt that free in my life as a teenager.


I learned to make friends without having to sacrifice myself. I learned that there are people who will accept me just the way I am. The best thing about having real friends is that even if they're few, you're truly happy with them, and you can be crazy with each other.


Good friends mean that you don't have to change yourself for them.