Closet Overhaul?

Every year, especially this early on, I become conflicted about my wardrobe situation. All those clothes tucked in there never seeing the light of day. The waste of space makes me cringe. Let me show you just what it looks like.

And on the other side

Thank God it isn't jam packed. I think I would have gone crazy otherwise. Actually, I have another set of clothes that aren't in this closet so I think it would have been jam packed if I hung the others here too. It's a real shame since I don't use a lot of these clothes. Well, some belong to my younger sister but I doubt she'd still wear them once she gets back from the US. After all, she was thirteen when she left. She's turning seventeen tomorrow. (Advanced happy birthday Aya!!!)

Going back to my wardrobe dilemma. Still thinking about what to do with all these extra clothes. There are a lot here I don't wear. Like this one.

It's just too hot in this country for a turtleneck. I feel twitchy every time I try this out and end up choosing a different top instead. Then there's this.

(Kinda blurry. Sorry about that.)

It's so fancy looking. I'm actually not sure if it's Japanese, Chinese, or Korean, but it's definitely beautiful. I've never worn it before. Got this from my Aunt. 

Just look at how pretty it is. I just can't bear to part with this. Might use this for future cosplaying instead. Oh, and look what I found.

(Used to belong to my older sister. Planning to make this into a bag or something.)

Looks nice right? But check this out.

How on earth am I going to fix that? This is another one from my older sister. A sort of hand me down of sorts. She suggested I make it look kinda punk rock-ish and sow it with thick white thread in an ex pattern like in cross stitch only bigger. Still thinking whether that would work or not.

That's only a few select pieces from my wardrobe that I'm worrying over. As you can see there are a lot more. Right now I'm not really planning on touching my closet but if ever I get around to it, I am going to document the whole thing. Pictures galore and whatnot.

Oh and before I forget. 

Talk about blast from the past. My volleyball jersey(s) back in my old school. I wore this during my early teens. I was surprised when I saw it in my closet. This one right here is proof enough that I need to have a serious closet overhaul. The thought alone leaves me a bit intimidated. Will think on it on another day.

To end this entry, I want to show you my companion as I took pictures of my poor collection of clothing.

Our dear Empress, Mochachino :-D She did not appreciate me barging into my room for documenting purposes. Disturbing her precious sleep has left me walking on tip toes around the house.

January The First

It's officially 2012. As expected, we (my brother and I) woke up late, ate leftovers, and bummed around the house until we found out that our friends were at ATC (Alabang Town Center) to hangout. It was a bit of a slow day but I'm glad I was able to spend time with my friends on the first day of the year. Plus, it's January. I've always been attached to this month what with my birthday looming so close.

Moving on...

I've come across a certain thought running through my head that people actually think I'm a serious person. When asked what they meant, they always replied back to me with words such as, 'studious,' 'pensive,' 'severe,' and even worse, 'kinda boring.'

Way off base.


Though I'm not quite sure if I could defend myself about the last one, I'd like to think i'm nothing like those other descriptions that were given to me. Not to say that being studious is bad. It's just that I really am far from being anything like a studious person. Really. As for pensive and severe, those words just make me sad.

I suppose there's nothing really wrong about being labeled a 'serious' person. Why did I even mention it in this entry? It was a passing thought. I just felt like catching it. Let me take a moment to explain that.

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I picture my mind as a cramped conference room where there's this small oval table in the middle laden with papers upon papers that are haphazardly scattered on its surface. Then there are five file cabinets on the far wall (which isn't that far really) that are brimming with overflowing papers where the other 'words' or 'ideas' are properly tucked away. Not to mention the other papers flying around the room as if there was a constant gust of wind despite there being no windows.

There are four chairs on each side of the oval table and sitting on them are the most haggard looking men you'd find (I have no idea why they're men. They look like dwarfs actually.) anywhere. They fight and grumble at each other every time I'm awake and I imagine they're relaxing and probably partying when I'm out for the night. And of course, when I think of certain words to say or type (like now), my eight dwarfs scramble and catch sensible looking papers flying around the room and read the written words out loud in a certain order.

Don't want to get more into the specifics but long story short, whatever the dwarfs catch in the air and read, I say aloud.

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So there. I'm rambling. Not my fault if you understand the whole setup of my brain.

Pardon me. I am now, obviously, off tangent. My first plan was to write about what we did in the mall today but since we were mostly bored, my eight dwarfs must have deemed it too dull to relate. That being said, here's a picture c/o our dear resident goddess.

The peace sign is so passé but I couldn't help myself. Oh and look! The sparkling boy himself.

(For the sake of the confused: That's me on the left, my friend Hannah in white, and Chino with the luminescent skin.)

What Are You Doing New Years Eve?

Happy New Year! From my dear friends Zooey and Joe (Kapal! Hahaha)

The Year That Was 2011

Originally I wanted this blog to reflect my geeky side and nothing else. I've taken this moment to change that. I've been debating with myself whether or not I'd be making a new and more accessible blog but ended up getting annoyed at my 'ka-artehan.' I started asking myself, why not this blog? What's wrong with it? Nothing. Just being stupid. With that conclusion, voila! No more separate blogs. Hassle din kasi.


Anyway...


It has been a looong year hasn't it? Looking back, it was a great year. Met some amazing people, strengthened friendships, had my faith tested (in incredibly numerous amounts), loosened up more, relearned old lessons, and got a first-hand experience of just what God's perfect timing actually looks like.


That's just a brief summary of how my 2011 was like. To be honest, I don't actually remember the things that happened earlier in the year but I can say this much at least, there was nothing dull during these past twelve months. 


If ever I asked myself in January what my life would be like by the end of the year, I would never have guessed this. I'm actually a little sad that this year will be ending in a few hours and that another stage in my life is going to start. 2012 is beginning to look like a great challenge and I'm not so eager to face it head on. Thank God for great friends right?

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Top 10 Lessons Learned in 2011

(not in any particular order)

1. When God's timing presents itself, you'll know it. Step up and present your doubts to God. It helps a lot.
   
2. It takes a lot of courage to be humble when asking for forgiveness. Something I'm still struggling over.
   
3. To unnecessarily worry about things you can't control is a waste of time. It just ends up getting me all irritated.
   
4. That God speaks to us in our prayers. We just have to learn to be still and listen.
   
5. In every season you go through in your life, God provides the means for you to face them if you just allow Him to do it.
   
6. I should learn to be more careful with my words. I find that I'm overly conscious about what I say to other people when the occasion calls for it. Still, there are times when hurtful words just slip out and I go back to point #2.
   
7. Friendship should not be taken lightly.
   
8. Sometimes I get frustrated at my inability to help a friend in need. It takes me a while to understand that the help that friend actually needs is something I can't provide.
   
9. Technology can never replace the intimacy of talking to a person face-to-face.
   
10. Tagish. The word of the decade.

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I said in my previous post that I would make a summary of the things that happened this year but I ended up with this. Oh well. It's something at least. 

New Year...

...is close! In fact, there's roughly twenty-three hours and fifty minutes left 'til 2012. Can you believe it! 2011 was so eventful for all of us geeks and I hear it's going to get better next year. But alas, I was so NEGLECTFUL. Why the heck did I not blog about all the greatness of 2011? Egads again! I am going to make a summary of it in my next post. MARK MY WORDS!

It. Is. Going. To. Be. DONE.

egads!

I have neglected the blog! What has become of me? Laziness more like. Rather, not much inspiration in me to want to write anything at all. No, scratch that. I'm just lazy. There's actually A LOT to write about. Like me being part of a group making a VN for example. Don't want to write about that here since I want that to be a lengthy post.

That aside, it's November 18 now. So close to Christmas and yet we don't have Christmas decos. My grandmother would be aghast. I wonder...would we ever take the time to decorate?

Steven Paul Jobs, R.I.P.

A lot of people knew Steve Jobs as an amazing computer entrepreneur as well as an inventor. When you hear the word Apple, Steve Jobs isn't that far behind. That's how it is for me. Apple will always be Steve Jobs and vice-versa. It's practically his identifier.

That aside, what I want to thank him for above all others is his involvement with Pixar. It was thanks to him that the animation studio was able to continue from its humble and exhausting beginning to how grand and epic they are today.

Steven Paul Jobs, without you, Pixar would never have had that big break. Thank you. You made my childhood worthwhile. You will be greatly missed.

Steven Paul Jobs

(February 24 1955 - October 5, 2011)