Like Clark Kent

"Tan-tara-tan!" he said as he unveiled the shirt he was wearing - the one that I gave to him a week before.

Even though I didn't give any reaction the way he expected me to give (because I was a bit mad at him), deep inside I smiled to myself and thought he's kind of cute and I'd just forgiven him already.

Always,

Aia

Who I Am...

I've been feeling depressed lately when I come across with this song by Jessie J. It brought the sparks back to my day. It's saying that it's okay to be myself and it's not wrong to feel not okay sometimes. Her song inspired me.

Here it is:

Who You Are by Jessie J.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror

Why am I doing this to myself?

Losing my mind on a tiny error,

I nearly left the real me on the shelf.

No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!

Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,

It's okay not to be okay.

Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.

Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,

Just be true to who you are! (who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?

I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!

The more I try the less is working, yeah yeah yeah

'Cause everything aside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like BOOM,

Just go and leave me alone!

Real talk, real life, good luck, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose it all in the blur of the start!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,

It's okay not to be okay...

Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!


yeah yeah yeah

Just got inspired,
Aia

Who do you think you are?

Suddenly, he's communicating again. He's like wanting my attention once again. After all the hell I've been through because of him, now he feels like he wants to return to me. This is all I want to say: Who do you think you are?!

 

Lyrics to Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri:

No I can’t take one more step towards you, cuz all that’s waiting is regret

And don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore, you lost the love I loved the most

I’ve learned to live half alive, and now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart

You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

So don’t come back for me, who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around if I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms

I’ve learned to live half alive, and now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart

You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

So don’t come back for me, who do you think you are?

It took so long just to feel all right, remember how to put back the light in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed, cuz you broke all your promises

And now you’re back, you’re looking to get me back

And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart

You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

So don’t come back for me, don’t come back at all

And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart

You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul

Don’t come back for me, don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Always,

Aia

Of weddings...

I just realize, two of my closest friends are getting married this year. That leaves me the only one who won't have any band on my ring finger by the end of the year. Unconsciously, I keep on looking at the mirror today. Am I really that undesirable? I wonder...



Always,
Aia

If I Had a Passport...

If I had a passport, the first place I'd like to visit would be JAPAN! And when I go there, i would go there during spring time. I'd love to see the sakuras (cherry blossoms) lined up in full bloom.

Winter season would be nice as well. I'd soak myself in their hot spring baths as I play with the falling snow. (That would be so cool!) But then I had to make myself be able to adapt to a very, very cold --freezing-- temperature, because right now, I'd shiver at the medium speed of my junior fan. No kidding!  >////< I guess I had to practice being in the freezer to be able to do this. 

And then, I'd try their okinomiyaki, takoyaki, taiyaki and so much more! Oh, of course, I'd also try donning myself into one of their beautiful kimonos. I wonder how I'd look...

There's just so many things I'd like to try once I get there. But, in order to get there I'd have to undergo a very long process.

To start with, I have to get a passport first. Hai, wakarimashita!

Itsumo,

Aia desu~

Something I Miss...

If there's one thing I miss that I did earlier this year, it's the Prana experience.

I'd love to go back and take a relaxing trip to their sauna, steam bath and jacuzzi bath!

Always,

Aia

Aia's an Aunty!

Enough with so much negativity, let me share with you this little blessing our family had last June: Carl Lawrence Reyson - my nephew.

Yes, you heard that right, Aia is now an aunt to her brother's newborn baby. Well, since I'm also one of his godmothers, I'm his Aunty-Ninang. But when he grows up, I'd prefer him call me "Ate".

Here are some shots I had of him during his baptism last August 14, 2011:

He always clamps his fingers. When I tried openning them up, boy, was he strong! He does this pose once in a while. One finger out for a "Close-Open" trick, I guess.;)



Posing with him for the first time with my brother at the background.



Posing with him are his two beautiful Ninangs: Aia and Bang!

As soon as I had him in my arms, he fell asleep almost immediately. ;)

Don't ask me how my brother made a pass on me although I'm a year older than him, but I'm just glad this angel came into our lives and gave us one more reason to be happy.

However, my brother will still have to pay me big time for making that pass. Hmph...

The happy aunt,

Aia

People Think...

People think I'm very childish, I won't deny

What's the delineation of maturity and childishness? Can someone tell?

Does it mean I must not be bothered by the false accusations they throw at me?

Does it mean I have to clothe myself the way they do?

Does it mean I have to speak, act and think like they do?

When people say I'm childish, does that make them mature?

Because I dress up, act, speak and think like I do, does that make them proper men/women?

Tell me then, what does it take to be mature?

People think I'm not a "prim and proper" woman.

I have just stepped into the early tweens of my life, do I really have to look like I'm +8 of my age?

I am a homebuddy.

I am not fond of night-outs or clubbing or parties or whatever you call it.

I do like sing-alongs with close friends.

And I do like dressing up prettily.

I have insecurities about my look so when I dress up, I make sure I look good on it.
Does it make me improper?

Oh, and can a man and a woman not be friends?

When talking and laughing and joking with the opposite sex, does it mean you're flirting with them too?

When seen riding with them in their wheels, I always thought it's called hitching a ride; I didn't know it's dating now.

Is that improper too?

So, how does one act to be a "prim and proper" woman?

People think.. oh I don't care anymore.

I know myself better than any of them.

If being mature means having the liberty to judge a person (as if they were God) according to their standards and spreading malicious information against another person, I'd rather be called childish.

In the end, they won't be the judge of me and I to them.

World peace,

Aia

Gomenasai (Part II) - Just So You'll Know

Here's another poem from a not so distant past: Click on the image to read the poem.

I hope you'll enjoy it.


Always,
Aia

Proud Coward

This poem was written last year. Kindly click on the image to read the poem.

I hope you'll like it. ;)


Always,
Aia