1. iPhone 4s. Because I refuse to drop a buttload of money on the iPhone 5.
2. Mac Book Air. Because i love apple. :)
3. Naomi Shoes. Because my shoe size is 4 and a half i need this thing to be customized. I ordered already from Fabshoes Manila. Hopefully will be delivered this week. I hate my feet for being so small that sometime i had to get kid size.
4. Corset. Because i know i would look sexy on it.
5. Nikkor 50mm 1.4g. My long time wish and because i want it so badly.
6. BB Cream. For the fake beauty
7. Collar Necklace. I have one already but i want more. :)

I am confronted by a very complicated and subtle idea in which I always get defeated called love. Whoever created the word is not very sure enough of its exact meaning. See? I bet you are also surrounded by the mysteries of this word. My goodness! This is defined according to experience, and oftentimes, re-defined by age. And generally, most especially for teenagers, they'd say love is a great feeling always associated with hugs and kisses. Shallow minded, inexperienced people are doomed to cry when they see the other side of being in love. So beware.

Having been in love since then is a great walk of experience for me. I have seen the joy and pains within its circle, but more importantly, it has contributed much in making me grow maturely apart from what I learned from school. My partner, whom I am greatly in love with, is what I call love. Undoubtedly, my life has been so dependent for what we share together. Though, I know it isn't perfect, yet it is the best. We learn from each other so much, view love in a constructive way rather than seeing it as just there for us to hug and kiss, cuddle and roll, and in the end..World or word war!!! Well kissing and cuddling, hugging, and rolling we do..can't deny that. It is expected and obvious...word war? hmmmm..sometimes.. but we manage to avoid it.
Oh, what's more besides intimacy? aaaahhhh... don't.... wanna...go....further:) Be responsible and make your love grow!!!

"Oh damn! Where's my wallet? I think I placed it in my closet....ta...ta..ta...la...la...la...la... Well, it's not there! I should find it elsewhere then."  When I was just getting pissed, since I couldn't think of where my wallet is, I jumped into my bed, leaned my back against the wall  and fell asleep hoping I could recall where it is. And when I wake up, it must be somewhere in the room, though.

What is there in my wallet to look for? Well, a lot stuffs are there just like perhaps the same stuffs you keep in your own. My identification cards, ATM cards, and mostly the face that makes my day :)) Never mind the money in there, for I have plenty and countless hahaha! But why should I look for it when I know they are replaceable? Simple, the value or worth of having it is beyond material.. it is sentimental. Got it? So, I woke up after an hour, slid my feet to reach some pair of slippers underneath my bed, then kicked something below. Curiously, I bended to see what was that, It was my wallet! Great job! Happy, happy I was!!! Thereafter, I told myself to be mindful next time.

My story doesn't end there yet. I realized that what is there to look for in this life is very broad statement, and there are few things I can respond about this question making it more specific for everyone to easily understand what I mean. But don't be too overwhelmed..just relax and enjoy this one, ayt?

"Achievement".. Something that one has accomplished with all efforts and skill, and if he/she gets lucky, gets recognized for the hard work. Most people get contented after accomplishing one challenge while some are not. Some are greedy of success, while others are well complacent being the average. So either any of which, we aren't excused from the question. We may ignore the answer for now, yet hell no way you can escape from the question because one or the other is who we are.
The better question is "what do you expect yourself to do after this achievement?"

"Contentment".. This is the state of being satisfied for what you have. It is very unnatural and unbelievable for someone to say that he is contented of who he/she is and what he/she has. Reality check:  We are always one step head of ourselves. We think of tomorrow while we are living today. We are scared, or if not, worried that is why we work hard to create visions of our future. You are not human if you deny this truth in any form :)

"Happiness".. The emotional state of being happy associated with pleasure, joy and contentment. What is there to look for when you are happy? I say, "eternal happiness." I know I am happy and smiling, but I also know that I can't be happy at all times. We don't have one emotion alone, but it is always our choice to be happy. Question is, can we all endure pain and mange to smile while getting severely hurt?


What is there really to look forward to when you are already successful, rich and famous, and happy?
Remember, we always want "MORE."

I've read an article about high school life aka the adolescence stage. Most people would agree if i say it's one of the best stage. There were crushes, love letters, 24/7 call and text, and of course the puppy love. But mine? I didn’t like my high school. And i am thinking that writing about my horrible high school experiences would be fun (I remember a handful; selective amnesia FTW). I never got around to doing it because those years pretty much sucked BIG TIME for me and why blog about that kind of stuff when I could write about my current awesomeness, amirite? My life would make a pretty okay coming-of-age film, really (B-movie kind of thing). Anyway, I’m thinking a series of entries about my years at SMALL TOWN HIGH would be interesting. Or would at least make you feel sorry for me? Or hate me more.


A few things y’all need to know first:

    I was ugly.
    I wasn’t popular.
    I wasn’t friendly.
    I wasn’t well-liked.
    I didn’t like going to class.
    I liked them boyz.
    Them boyz didn’t like me back.
    I changed best friends like I changed my school shoes.
    I yelled a lot.
    I was always looking for approval. From mah peerz.

Lord, I wanna give Kim High School a huge hug. Thank goodness for college (and having the best time of my life) and growth and moving to the city and blogs and love and trees and vodka. And good genes. Now before any of you start sniggering at me and thinking “LOL KIM WATTA LEWZER”, let me remind you of my kewtness:



So.

I didn’t like my high school and my high school didn’t like me. No love lost, I’m still awesome. Stay tuned for stories! Maybe they aren’t as horrible as I remember them and maybe they turn out to be pretty lame but please, I ask of you: do not throw tomatoes at me.