Wearing every color ^_^

Be proud. Say it out loud. PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIND! ^_^

Re: Waking Up and Realizing

I don’t really like talking about that exact moment when I wake up in the morning and that inevitable realization one gets a few minutes after. Today, though, is different. I woke up… and realized… that I had a great time yesterday because I was alone. I know I would have enjoyed it even more if I would have gone with someone, but the thing is… I enjoy malling when I am alone. It’s much more exciting and thrilling, and when I want to buy things, I can with ease! I guess people just have different styles in enjoying some alone-time

#Wanderlust-ing in Rainbow Colors

Once upon a time, there was a tray of infinite colors before my eyes…

And a store called #Royandbiv

With such wonderful items to smother one’s self…

An OCD will truly love this place as I love it! ^_&

#Wanderlust-ing in Papemelroti

I’ve always loved visiting stores that sell paper. As much as I’d love to be a conservationist and devote my time and effort in preserving trees that actually becomes paper, I simply would just want to appreciate in my own way how crafty paper is.

One best store in the Philippines that shows how useful trees and paper are is #Papemelroti

I love their wood works so much!!!

  

These are just lovely! I’ve always dreamed of buying the Holy Family glass vial there in the middle!

Once an Archer, always an archer! 😛

People are so fond of QUOTES nowadays because of the birth of Instagram or Tumblr. You can now purchase your own Quotation poster at Papemelroti!!! 😀 This one, I loved so much too 😛

There are just so many things one can buy here that would tickle your fancy and make you want to love paper and wood so much more than before! 😛 Visit Papemelroti at stores nearest your location! ^_^

On Heavy-Heartedness…

His picture bore such a lighthearted, easy-going face that immediately gave me the idea that he’s very happy. Below that smile that showed his teeth, though, is the caption that revealed to me his sadness, his nonacceptance to the reality that life is a changing entity and that no matter how hard he tries to stay happy, there will come a time that he won’t be…

It’s brutally inconceivable for me to write something related to, or about sadness. I say this because I have never in my life written something that would encompass the very meaning of the word. Why am I writing about sadness right now? The answer is very simple: because I feel sad. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because, to be honest, I don’t feel sad because of myself. I feel sad because of my friend! And he doesn’t even know he made me sad. He didn’t do it intentionally. I wish he did it intentionally instead so that I can easily forgive and forget about it. But it’s not intentional, and I would have lived my life as normally as before had it not been for our common friends who showed me some of the happiest photos he took, but with sad captions attached to it. At first, I find looking at his photos a bit awkward, and funny, and while the kids and I laughed, I scanned through the captions and realized just how much pain he was going through. I can’t even see how he was able to endure that sort of pain; ones that even the strongest of people cannot fathom. I guess he’s beyond strong and that he has already learned a lot.

If that’s the case, why does it still feel so sad to even just remember what the caption of his so happy photograph was about?