I appreciate the beauty of life. Ambassador of happiness.
The past haunts… and it haunted me real bad!
But I think it happened for a purpose, for everything that’s happening has a reason for why they exist anyway.
So, not to get you confused I will tell you briefly what happened. Last 2 years ago, me and my leader had a misunderstanding. I can’t recall what exactly happened because looking back, the situation was too fast, or atleast it was too fast for me. And a lot have happened. I was hurt. Not knowing what she felt that moment, I think she felt the same. So we were both hurt. I didn’t want to talk to her because I thought it wouldn’t do any better. And as we went our seperate ways she tried to talk me through it, I said maybe it’s best to just leave it alone and let fate takes it toll. But then later I apologized, I said I was sorry if I appeared rude to her, I was sorry if I’ve offended her in any way possible. I said my apologies because I was ready to let go of the pain and move on. She accepted my apologies, but what I did wrong, or I think we, was that we didn’t really settled it correctly. I don’t know.
My boyfriend invited me to go with his family in an overnight outing. I didn’t know that she was coming too, she was invited too by my bf’s brother. So, normally with an unsettled past with her, I felt awkward. And I think she does too. And oh my bf’s dad really doesn’t tolerate this kind of attitude; not talking to each other in a wonderful vaccation or even ever, considering that my bf’s brother and her, have something going on, or something official(Im not sure, sorry) So he tried to talk us up, seperately. Right then, I realized that I really haven’t moved on yet. As my bf’s dad talked me up about it, I felt like my throat was being choked trying to swallow my emotion and stuff them underneath smiles preventing latter emabarassment, the past just flashed right through me, you know? I don’t know what to do.
But I know for certain that I have forgiven whatever that has happened before. I just haven’t forgotten the feeling, the emotion.
You can never leave it to the past and move on with your life, because God knows somehow, somewhere, somewhat, it will cross your path in the present and maybe in the mere future. And believe me or not, it is easier said than done to get everything settled before leaving it to your past.
I guess the reason I’m blogging this is maybe God allowed it, for others who are in the situation I was before to settle it with whoever it is to settle with NOW, no matter how hard it gets…
I wasn’t born rich. Wasn’t born with a driver or car, nor was I born with the parties, vacations, shopping ‘til I drop.
I was jealous and frustrated whenever I see or read about people my age that get to experience almost anything what they wished.
But acceptance and maturity get rid of that. When you start to accept where you come from or what you are born with, you start to appreciate it and you stop looking at your neighbor’s bowl and demand to have it for yourself too. Maturity on the other hand helps you to be happy that others can experience things you cannot, well atleast not yet. You see them as an inspiration to do more and to do your best.
And not to mention jealousy makes you grumpy and bitter.
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This is what is on my mind right now. Im not much of a blogger and definitely cannot put to words what I think of. Words are too hard for me… So here it goes.
In my point of view, I see life as a choice. You are what you are right now because you choose to be that way. You may put blame on others but in the end it’s not their life to live. Now here’s the tricky side of life… some things are meant to happen as if it was all planned. And then I think, is it possible that the choice we decide to make is also planned by Someone much bigger? Then came to conclusion that life is a custom of circumstances leaving you to your own will on how to handle these. So plainly explaining that everything is under your own will whether you choose love over pride, happiness over sadness, being strong over being weak, trusting over doubting, etc.
So… I’ll make a blog about my super friend Hazel. Coz she is just awesome (and Im loving our new pictures together.)
I first met her at our classroom being the new classmate because she and her friends(whom we became friends with too) were shifters from engineering to masscom.I never really thought of being super close with her… I dont know why. So yeah. It stared all awkward in the classroom because we have this big circle of friends called “girlfriends” (which includes not only girls but gays and a “guy” too. Im referring to Ben, Kaija. Hahaha!!!) and basically we’re the “maingay” ones in the class. So others in our group kept teasing them “shifters”. And I think that’s a bit harsh you know… going to another department, try’na find who you really are, what you’re really good at, being super alien with unfamiliar persons who in the first week (or so I think it was) kept teasing you.
So that went on… Theeen, came some lunch times that we ate togther at one place. Really didnt thought I’d become friends with them because really, they have their own ways, you know. Then I remember in our classroom I sat beside her (or is it at your back? Cant remember) And I was like teasing her, tickling her armpit, being “feeling close” with her that time. That night I rememeber we had an sms conversation and I started calling her Kelly Kelly (kili kili/armpit).
And that marked on our friendship. Our first bonding was on February 2013 at UP fair together with Czerinah and my cousin Mikka. (Picture: from left to right: Me, Czerinah, and Hazel. Mikka’s not here in the picture ) I remember, she couldn’t actually see the bands performing because she was small and all the other people infront of us was just huge! All she can see is the back of those people. And I think that was the start of being super close with her.
Cutting the stories off (coz it’s just too plentiful) I’m just thankful to have Hazel, my kelly kelly, as my super friend. She is just the person whom I can ask what just went wrong with me without being offended on what she has to say and withouth her judging me or hating me even. She’s the kindest, most gullible, super clingly, and cutest friend I have so far. I love you, kelly jelly belly cutie patootie! ❤ Our friendship may be to infinity and beyond!
Please try to read this and you’ll know who I really am! chos but seriously, thank you for this, Kelly cutie patootie. so sweet of you namaaaan. I’m so kilig! heehee Love you, Kelly Kelly ♥
Heeeeh!!! Love you too my super friend ❤☺
(Source: dolled-up-erika-blog)
So… I’ll make a blog about my super friend Hazel. Coz she is just awesome (and Im loving our new pictures together.)
I first met her at our classroom being the new classmate because she and her friends(whom we became friends with too) were shifters from engineering to masscom.
I never really thought of being super close with her… I dont know why. So yeah. It stared all awkward in the classroom because we have this big circle of friends called “girlfriends” (which includes not only girls but gays and a “guy” too. Im referring to Ben, Kaija. Hahaha!!!) and basically we’re the “maingay” ones in the class. So others in our group kept teasing them “shifters”. And I think that’s a bit harsh you know… going to another department, try'na find who you really are, what you’re really good at, being super alien with unfamiliar persons who in the first week (or so I think it was) kept teasing you.
So that went on… Theeen, came some lunch times that we ate togther at one place. Really didnt thought I’d become friends with them because really, they have their own ways, you know. Then I remember in our classroom I sat beside her (or is it at your back? Cant remember) And I was like teasing her, tickling her armpit, being “feeling close” with her that time. That night I rememeber we had an sms conversation and I started calling her Kelly Kelly (kili kili/armpit).
And that marked on our friendship. Our first bonding was on February 2013 at UP fair together with Czerinah and my cousin Mikka. (Picture: from left to right: Me, Czerinah, and Hazel. Mikka’s not here in the picture ) I remember, she couldn’t actually see the bands performing because she was small and all the other people infront of us was just huge! All she can see is the back of those people. And I think that was the start of being super close with her.
Cutting the stories off (coz it’s just too plentiful) I’m just thankful to have Hazel, my kelly kelly, as my super friend. She is just the person whom I can ask what just went wrong with me without being offended on what she has to say and withouth her judging me or hating me even. She’s the kindest, most gullible, super clingly, and cutest friend I have so far. I love you, kelly jelly belly cutie patootie! ❤ Our friendship may be to infinity and beyond!
“Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis,” The Independent. (via madelinecoleman)
“strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands”
“too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements”
“don’t give me that French shit.”
(via snarlfurillo)
(Source: madelinecoleman-blog-blog, via yelyahwilliams)
wow, ive been following this blog forever and this is theost badass post ive ever seen #hero
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”
