Change is inevitable. Growing up is inevitable. As
much as I try to cement myself into place, I can no longer do it because my
mind rebels against it. Perhaps I'm in the stage which Anaïs Nin succinctly put
into: "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more
painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Top: Mango | Culottes: Zara | Faux pearl
bracelets: from Bangkok, Thailand | Necklace: Forever 21 | Shoes: Topshop |
Bag: Coach
21 August had been declared a holiday
which coincided with my uncle's second death anniversary. Just like what we did
in his first year, we had the lunch catered in one of the function rooms of the
columbarium. Instead of expecting 100 guests, we only prepared for
40 this time.
Changes happen in either two ways - instantaneously or gradually. Between the two, I'm more wary of the latter. A
series of events mean a series of doubting. I hate second-guessing myself
because of all the emotions, it's self-pity that I detest the most. I'd rather
face a catalyst that will blow a punch so hard it'll knock me off my balance
than receive multiple jabs which would fracture not just a part but almost the
entirety. I'm all for the one-time big-time kind.
There are certain things that I used to
give so much importance to only to feel suffocated by them towards the end. Maybe
everyone is right after all. There's no such thing as permanence. Trivial things that used to excite me no longer triggers even the slightest amused smile from me. Friends who I used to talk, plot silly plans, and hang out with no longer hold the same ideals as I do. Small talks which, as my homeroom teacher in High School and Income Taxation professor in college say, I'm good at keeping up with suddenly become energy-draining. Perhaps what's changed in me is the tolerance I have for everyone and everything. If before I have a wide reserve of it, now I categorize based on who's/what's taxing or not. I lack the energy to continue dealing with the former. Call me selfish or a selective picker, or someone who's stopped accepting others' BS, but I'm firmly standing on my recently found ground. Note that I'm particularly talking about circumstances or people whom I've already met. I haven't completely stopped wearing my rose-colored glasses in hopes of meeting others who'll inspire me and setting sights on adventures that will thrill me.
I'm so thrilled; my page statistics indicates that there are people in France who chance upon my blog! I implore your good souls to correct me should you see errors in my attempt at using your language every once in a while. (Oh see, may additional 2 readers na ako hahahaha) Je suis content de savior que il y a trop gens qui parle francais lu mon blog.
Obviously, I enjoyed myself too much in this set that there's been an excess of photos. Haha!
I'm so thrilled; my page statistics indicates that there are people in France who chance upon my blog! I implore your good souls to correct me should you see errors in my attempt at using your language every once in a while. (Oh see, may additional 2 readers na ako hahahaha) Je suis content de savior que il y a trop gens qui parle francais lu mon blog.
Obviously, I enjoyed myself too much in this set that there's been an excess of photos. Haha!