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Archive for January, 2014




If there were a cosplayer I’d choose

To be forever Miku

Even though you look great with everything

I’d know that I’d choose you


Your costumes are so accurate

I loved you Hawkgirl one the most

And yes, this IBRS one

The one I couldn’t help but repost


But my praise is not only for your cosplays

It’s for the friendship that we share, too

We became unlikely friends

Yet I consider our friendship true


So I just hope you stay awesome! 

I hope we’ll see each other soon

OF VII, maybe?

I just can’t wait to see you! 😀


Part of a challenge that I make a poem for people who commented ‘Llamas’ on my post. Here’s my work of art. 





Hair as long as –

Wait, not anymore

The fandom fourth of my daughters;

Yes, one of four


May it be Uryuu or Tom

Or David or Benny

The fandom crushes?

Oh my, they’re too many. 


When we have our mad fandom moments

When we’re really incomprehensible

I’m glad someone understands me

When I go ‘asdfghjkl’. 


So basically, thank you

For just being you

For being the best

For loving me, too ❤ 


I’ll always be here, yes I will – 

Don’t think otherwise

When you need someone to fangirl with

Call me up; I won’t think twice 😉 


Part of a challenge that I make a poem for people who commented ‘Llamas’ on my post. Here’s my work of art. 

Thing 1 and Thing 2. Well, actually boy 1 and boy 2.

Two boys, so alike, yet so different.

Two boys, same effect on her heart

Beautiful eyes, beautiful smile, beautiful creature

Arrogant attitude, self-centered attitude, she loves that attitude

Two names, still the same, not quite the same. 

Thing 1: Conceal, don’t feel, get it out of your heart

Thing 1: Crush the feeling, before it starts

Thing 2: Hide it even though he knows

Thing 2: Smile even your pain still shows

The innocent girl is so confused

The little girl doesn’t know what to do

Give up, don’t look back, run away

Move on, be strong, that’s what they say

For both she feels that certain tug in her heart

For both she knows with them, she never could part

One to choose

One to stay

One to never go away

One to love

One to need

One to want, one to bleed

One to fly

One to leave

One to never ever need

One to forget

One to say

I’m sorry, please, just go away

Thing 1 Thing 2

I just don’t know

What in the world to do with you

Thing 1 Thing 2

My heart you will smother

You’ve just made me wonder why I even bother

Thing 1 Thing 2

I’m sorry for calling you things

But what else can I do when

You’re the cause of these feelings

Leave me

Need me

Go away

Stay here

Hold me

Let go




Author’s note: Clang Association is a disorder where a patient likes the flows of certain words (e.g rhyming). I just realized how much it seems that I suffer from Clang Association. Do I? Hm. You be the judge. I just loved the words flowing out of my fingers, all messy like and such. The mess is beautiful, and I think I like it quite a lot. 

No regrets, dears. 

Of Happiness and Royals

No, this isn’t about the song that was made popular by Lorde… Although it’s a bit based off of it. Hello blog readers, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Anyways…

For the past three years, my Christmas and New Year’s were spent in Manila. For those unfamiliar with Philippine geopgraphy, Manila is the capital of the Philippines. My sister and I love going back there; most of our cousins are there, and there are tons of bonding moments. Not to mention the shopping and all the Christmas, birthday (our birthdays are in December) and New Year’s money. *wink wink* 

But what I want to focus on today is the lavish lifestyle we live for about 3 weeks maximum. We stay at a certain household, consisting of my uncle, a vice president of a big company, my auntie, the branch manager of… a bank, my three working older cousins; one works in a bank, the other works as a manager for a certain company, the other a sales rep for another certain brand of perfume, and another cousin who is going to college in one of the prominent schools in Manila.

Now my uncle alone has a sufficient salary. Add everyone else in his family’s salary, and well, you get two houses (inside the same gate), six maids, and eight cars. 

Eight cars. Designer models, too. 

My mom was shocked when she asked one of the maids for coffee and the maid went, “Okay ma’am, what kind of coffee would you like? The instant one or the brewed one?” Out of curiosity, my mom asked what kind of beans were used for the brewed coffee. “Oh, the beans are from Australia.” 

Oh. Okay.

Not to mention that they’re there at a moments notice. You could literally snap (but we don’t do that, none of us do) and they’d be there. I admit to taking advantage of this, but not in a major way. “Do we have milk?” I’d ask. “Would you like it in a mug, or in a bowl?” “Both, please. And I’d like another glass for my water.”

Let’s face it, if we had maids for the rest of our lives, we’d basically be having them do food and cleaning related jobs. Probably massages. 

It’s funny, because compared to them, we’re practically peasants. I mean, I don’t have a maid. We only have one car, and well, one house. But it’s enough and I’m happy. 

Isn’t that all we need in life? To be happy? 

I’ve realized that happiness is a very subjective thing. Happy can be iPhones and jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash, or it can be counting your dollars on the train to the party. (Yep, I did that on purpose). Happy is what you make it. Happy is whatever you want to be. And in the end, happiness drives you to do what you want to do for the rest of your life.

I will end this blog post with a saying that one of my internet idols said in one of his videos.

Do whatever you have to do to be happy. -Dan


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