Pink-a-Dot [♥]

A lot of people say that wishes are nothing but mere illusions. Fatal as it may sound but what was stated is a fact. However, a genuine wish that is accompanied by faith is not anymore fictitious- it becomes a dream, then a goal and it is nonetheless a part of reality.

Huge infrastructures. Gleaming lights. Rich culture. Tasty delicacies. The Exotic beauty of Malaysia. These were all a product of my wishful imagination but I never thought that I would experience its enchanting splendor and grandeur – all at the same time. But Malaysia was not the very reason why I wanted to go there… it was this man who resides in that beautiful place. I longed to see him for my mother shared me tales about him – and all were of affinity and friendship.

Three years was not that long. Honestly, it was more than enough..

Tito jimmy fetched us from the airport and drove us to Genting Highlands. We conversed a little in the car since everyone was exhausted- but my mom was an exception ’cause she seemed like she was energized after seeing him. Tito Jimmy is such a charismatic gentleman (no wonder why my mom is truly, madly, deeply in love with him). I was totally delighted to see him for he was the core of my wish that originated three years ago In the midst of the trip, he decided to take us to eat our late super and early breakfast since it was already two in the morning. He ordered ho-ckkie-mee (my favorite~♥), kangkong bleacen (i wasn’t able to try this one thinking that I’ve eaten lots of kankong back in the Philippines), grilled fish and dehterik (ice cold tea). After eating we set off to our destination. Tito Jimmy told us that Genting was a little more like Baguio- ’cause it’s very cold out there. He already made a reservation at First World Plaza Hotel and that hotel was very near to the theme park. I can’t help myself from admiring the place and man, it was drastically freezing out there but still, it was overwhelmingly fantastic.And guess what, I met Uncle Windy in person. Cheers to that. He’s humorous, caring and ,as quoted from Ate Lainy “very, very naughty.”

(I’ll leave you guys hanging for the mean time.hahaha.. I’ll be sharing my memoirs in malaysia on my future articles..stay tuned :]  )

Affection is like a lyrical ballad that overwhelms the soul of a stranger. A composition that fills the heart with rapture and remorse.

“Love?”

It’s a pretty juvenile subject, at least for me it is. Some define it as the most jubilant phenomenon in their lives, but for me, it’s an alibi to escape these dull days we all have. they say it’s magical and enchanting. It’s like existing in the world of fairytales waiting for their happy-ever-after’s to be completed..But that world is far from the claws of reality.

I am no cinderella and I truly admit that fact…But then he came and changed my everything.

Hey guys! I’m back in the blogosphere (after weeks of hanging out with reality).. I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to go online these past few days.. …. because I went to a far flung place for vacation. I’ll just post the pictures after my cousin uploads it on facebook. Anyways, here’s a quick update on my tinierme art collection.

The pictures below were drawn by various tinierme artists [for GC items]. I really love the one made by Fumi-chan and Rubyyy..~♥

The first image on the left was drawn by Claves-kun (he was the first to draw my avvie..). Next, was from Fumi-chan. The other one was from an unkown artist (in short, I forgot her name..) ..The first image on the second row was from shiki-chan. Next was from Rubyyy and LynchCall.

I’ll be posting my chibi arts soon. Be sure to check my blog often.~♥

A couple of weeks ago, someone informed me that my blog was disabling everyone from posting comments and I was not an exception. I was trying to resolve the problem but since I knew nothing about the wordpress language (codes or other database programs), I failed. Good thing Uncle Windy helped me. At first I thought I was the one who fixed it but that idea was proven false. I love you Uncle WIndy. Thanks for the help.

“I’ve been waiting for you, dear lollii,” an amicable tone brought me back to my senses- but today was a little bit quirky. I was no longer walking on the busy streets of my beloved city nor standing on the edge of a cliff, but one thing is certain-i am yet to be buried within the sands of time..mourned for and forgotten.

“You’re dead,” he uttered those words insensibly. He did not even think twice. My tears aimed to escape from my now blurry eyes but it seemed like someone created a barrier- preventing these watery pearls to fall. “Before you enter the Sacred Gates for judgment, I’ll allow you to see the life you had sixteen years ago.. ” those were his last words before vanishing from my sight.

it started to play and I saw my once vibrant self- youthful and innocent. I tplayed fast- faster than I’ve ever imagined. Then goes high school. Yes, the period in my life where I crossed-over – the time I found the real me.

These two mundane words taught me how life can be a little bit sarcastic and a little more candied..High school truly is something…

I’ve experienced racial discrimination because of my dark skin tone but it hindered me not when it comes to socializing.. I’ve experienced betraying a close friend for my insecurities engulfed my sinister mind and honestly, i am guilty of that..That incident was the reason why I attempted to commit suicide but somehow ..someone helped me- and it was my God. Surely, cutting the string of your existence would do you no good. Then, I was betrayed, not by my frantic rivals, but my own acquaintances. I did think that death was coming my way..I moved on too slowly-it took me four whole months.Silly, right? But that’s me.

One thing I will never,ever,ever erase in my mind is the memory of my admiration for this funny guy. He was lucky for he was the first guy I’ve confessed my feelings to. But those were the times..That feeling of falling for someone? I’ve lost it.

Anyway, High school would never be complete without our teachers telling us to shut up before the classes start, us playing our favorite tunes within the highest amplitude and erm, cheating. Two years ago, I posted a rant on my blog about why high school students cheat during exams and this guy told me such an aggravating statement. He said,”You cannot call yourself a high school student if you would not cheat..”  ..He did have a point though..

Then, everything was covered in black. I blinked and saw the face of a woman so dear to me. She was not that mirthful lady like before- her face was filled with gloom.

“Mother..” I whispered silently in which only the gushing wind can hear..

My heart broke for I left her without saying how thankful I am because she stood by my side through thick and thin.. But now,…Now, I’ve already passed away and the only thing I can do is watch from above and pray.