☀ from dearlittlegirl:

Dear Little Girl,

You will want to erase things. 

You will want to tear pages out of notebooks.

I want to tell you, most times, there is no need.

Just turn the page.

One day it will read like a beautiful story.

And you will read it out loud, with a half smile on your face.

-s.

Hi guys. I’m officially closing this tumblog by introducing this other one i just started.

And sorry if you notice that my new blog won’t follow you back. I created it under the same account. Just so you know, im still reading+liking your posts thru this one ☺

Pau, I found the most interesting dress today.

✄ I’m thinking of renovating my bathroom this Christmas break.

These are the tiles I’m considering:

I rarely do a project like this so why not go all out, diba?

Turkey’s calling you, Issa.

1. Last Friday, over dinner with Polemates, (I dunno how the conversation went there but) Panch and Anj talked about their respective trips to Turkey. That happened right before Panch asked me what my declaration for 2011 was.

2. When I got home that night (or the next morning, I don’t remember) I turned my TV on and it instantly had CNN featuring the Pera Palace - a hotel in Turkey.

3. Last Sunday, I brought along 2 magazines from my house to be read during my mani+pedi. Call this fate but when I was seated already, I noticed that I left them in the car. So I asked for a magazine, if they had one (the spa that didn’t look like they had magazines) and the girl found an old+tattered issue of W which seemed to be the only fashion magazine from their tiny rack. This spread was in there. But wait, this isn’t just any spread. I saw a behind the scenes video of this shoot years ago and it never left my head for some reason.

Know what? I’ve always wanted to experience an authentic Turkish bath. I think I’m almost officially declaring this as one of my goals for 2011.

I don’t know how Paulo Coelho does it but his writings are always in sync with whatever is bothering me at the moment. Take today for example. I visited Erys at the hospital cause she had an ovarian cyst surgically removed this morning. Nice and I spent the afternoon there with her mom, Cherie and Ryan. Erys’ mom is also a doctor so she was giving med-related advice the entire time. And do you know what I realized? I don’t think I like the hospital environment. I sorta knew this for a while now but never really thought about it. People always tell me that med is a struggle and that you must learn to love it ….yaddayaddayadda but, seriously. Why should I? If I’m not loving each moment I’m in there, why stay? Aside from the fact that my blockmates are amazing, these are 2 other reasons: 1) a trusted psychic told me medicine was right for me even before I entered my pre-med course and 2) my tarot reader said the same thing. When I asked if I was in the right field, the highest ranking card came out which meant that it was more than right. It was perfect.

So now, I’m torn. I don’t like wasting time and I think that each moment should be celebrated. Why keep yourself stressed every single day, diba? Then again, there are those that say that sacrifices must be made in order to get somewhere better ….which I guess has some truth in it. But why can’t we all just try to be authentically happy all the time?

Anyway. I left the hospital with Cherie and Nice, hearing about how Cherie is taking her masters (and PhD after to be a clinical psychologist) and couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if I were living a much less science-based+more artsy+relaxed life. Just the way I spend summer vacations, ya know? I’d definitely be less stressed. And there’s gonna be less ‘suffering.’ But would that be right?

This story might agree.

Our biggest challenge today

Getting it would’ve meant that the rush hour commute from Aurora Blvd. to Ortigas and cutting 3 entire classes to attend the lunch pole class was worth it!

Meet the first painting my mom ever bought. I’m loving how it’s the first thing i see whenever i leave my bedroom.

Hopefully (in the very near future: *fingers crossed*) that wall gets more of that artist’s paintings. I think he paints different scenes of Filipinas dancing. And if i’m hearing chismis right, he’s trying to sell my mom a painting of the Tinikling.

I wonder if he’d be open to painting a poledancer.