tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19659135531937205892024-03-06T07:09:09.363+08:00Precious KnowsA personal blog dedicated to books, music, movies, lifestyle and all about life.Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-20600031652451780662019-07-21T21:20:00.002+08:002019-07-21T21:24:29.721+08:00The Aftermath<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I felt my blood rush out of my body. I felt cold, numb and shocked. Didn't even know how I managed not to pass out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breath in. Breath out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It didn't sunk in yet for the next few hours. Convincing myself that it was all a dream. That I will wake up from this. That it was all a prank or something in between. Sleep didn't bothered to visit me for quite some time - and to be honest I didn't bother trying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was grasping for air - forgot to breath nor think. Trying to understand - what, how, why... And then the buts... - but we were fine, but we were okay. Failed to understand. Failed to answer questions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breath in. Breath out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Days after. I told myself I will be fine. That it's normal. That it happens once in a while in one out of five - most probably. Maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Still confused on what to answer to all the whys wrapping all around my head. I felt like I want to crawl inside of my brain and find answers and solution to all the things that left me all hanging.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breath in. Breath out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Weeks after, tears come once in a while. Loneliness struck me like a lightning striking and old tree. It left me burning and dying. Acceptance is lurking somewhere but then there are still questions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Questions that will never be answered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Questions that I will forever learn to live with.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Will I ever get over?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Will I ever accept the fact that this is my fate?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Will hurt be something I will get used to?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fvck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breath in. Breath out.</span>Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-3113605497378588212018-03-06T15:19:00.000+08:002019-06-18T20:45:08.343+08:00"It's My Resting Face, Deal With It"<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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I've had enough of you saying:</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>“Are you tired with your life?”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>“Are you angry?”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>“Are you upset?”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>“Can you at least give me a smile?”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’ve heard it so many times I have lost count of it. It’s so tiring explaining to each and one of you that </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">(1) <i>“I am not tired with my life.” </i></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">(2) <i>“No, I am definitely not angry.” </i></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">(3) <i>“No, not upset even the slightest”. </i></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">(4) <i>“Why? Do you even deserve a smile?”</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Usually, I get these kinds of comments from the opposite sex. I mean, does it even harm them that I am not smiling? Dude, this is my resting face. This is my face. This is not me angry or tired. This is not me upset or sad. This is not me bored or grumpy. This is just how my face looks. Not because you don’t see me smiling or what nots, you’d automatically assume that I am this and that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Look at you when you’re wearing your resting face. You look like an absolute idiot. But damn dude, did I ever tell you to smile – did I ever force you to smile? NO! Because, I understand that people have their resting faces and they wear it every single time of their entire life. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>*A once upon a time rant for a once upon a time boss from a once upon a time job</i></span></div>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-74551021263805655292018-02-28T19:46:00.000+08:002018-02-28T19:46:07.404+08:00The Things I Must Say And The Things You Need To Know<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finally, I have admitted it to myself that maybe when there are times that I don’t understand why I am feeling the way that I am feeling is not because I am so stressed or I am in those ‘one’ of the moods as what my friends call it. Maybe because it’s my anxiety is what it is. Maybe it is not because I am an introvert because I know, for sure, that introversion is not equal to anxiety.<br />
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While I am writing this piece, I am in the middle of those days when my anxiety plagues the insides of me. Maybe the digestion problem I have been having in the past few days isn’t because I ate too much or I didn’t eat on time. Maybe it’s because I try too hard to hold it in - the extreme irritability that I try not to get the best of me because I don’t want to ruin anything.<br />
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In these kinds of days, my boyfriend and I always end up in a misunderstanding. He still doesn’t get and understand me and he isn’t used to having someone who suffers anxiety like me. Maybe, he is slightly overwhelmed by my sudden irritability, my sudden change of moods, my sudden urge to drive him away. His response is usually letting me be and before it gets into him and before he gets mad at me, he keeps quiet and doesn’t talk. And that is the start of how hard it is to get back to him.</span><br />
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These are the things I must say to you and I hope we’ll be in this together – to help me, to make me better on my worst days, to make you stronger when I am in my weakest…</span></div>
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1. I know that this is not what you signed up for. I hope you won’t leave me if I am having a tough time fighting it.<br />
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2. I am opening myself to you. Please don’t be afraid of me – of my rough days and the rougher ones, too.<br />
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3. I am only sharing this to you because I know that you will understand me and you won’t think that my mental health issues will defeat me.<br />
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4. Know that there are times I feel like I shouldn't be alive. But believe me when I say it never lead me to harming myself.<br />
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5. It’s hard to explain why I feel the way I feel in certain days but know that on these days, I need hugs. The tight ones – the ones that will make me feel I am loved and the ones that will ease the hardship away.<br />
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6. Staying away from me is the hardest thing but if it makes you feel better, I would give it to you.<br />
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7. If I stay silent one of these days, please don’t get irritated. Please be my comfort amid the silence.<br />
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8. Please don’t tell me to snap out of it. It’s hard already. Please don’t make it harder.<br />
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9. Know that I always think that I am not worth loving. A kiss and a hug or maybe a smile from you in my rough days will make it slightly better.<br />
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10. And please know and believe that I am trying my very very best to fight those days when I am at my weakest.</i><br />
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Loving you is easy. Loving me is hard. If everything is terrifying for you, please know that after all the rough days, I am going to love you harder, kiss you deeper, hug you tighter and dream with you higher.</span></div>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-12584713317600747712018-02-24T14:30:00.000+08:002018-02-24T14:30:00.197+08:00REVIEW: Always to Remember by Lorraine Heath<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>After refusing to fight for the Confederacy, Clayton was spurned by everyone in his hometown of Cedar Grove. To Meg, who lost her husbands and brothers in the war, Clay's presence was a constant offense. As punishment, Meg commissioned Clay to create a memorial for the town's war heroes. But as she spent months watching him, Meg's feelings began to change.</i></span></div>
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This is probably the one book that I have read that I've had tears from start to finish. My heart goes to Clay. I love his belief in war and his love for his fellowmen. He's too good to be true, right? But honestly, we could be someone like him if we just try it.<br />
Historical romances always leave me in awe. It has been a long time since I have read one. This genre is ought to be praised. It's beautiful.</span></blockquote>
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-71185342912023938722018-02-22T14:29:00.000+08:002018-02-22T14:29:13.227+08:00To The Person Who Receives My Morning Anger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear,<br />
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I am best known for my mood swings. There are times that I am so happy and then there are times that I am so down nothing can even stop me. In one minute, I can go from happy to angry to sad to an 'I-don't-f*cking-care' attitude. It kills me to not even understand myself. I feel like I belong in a mental institution because of the way I think and the way I feel about certain things. Sometimes, I talk to myself. I scold me. I get angry at me for feeling and thinking this way. There are times that I want to destroy something good and perfect that is happening to me. And when realization struck, I want to rewind everything back. It's such a shame why I feel the way I feel sometimes. There's this one good thing that I know it's meant for me and yet here I am making a mess out of it.<br />
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I am so restless right now. I did something real unnecessary today. It was so nonsense. But then, I feel contentment after what happened. I am just waiting for the cloud in my mind to fade so that I can fix what I did wrong. Hopefully, the fixing is going to be easy. Hopefully, me always fixing what I broke would always be easy. Hopefully, what I am fixing will always be worth fixing.<br />
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These are the types of morning that I want to eliminate forever. The mornings when I just wake up grumpy and down. The mornings when I just want to fight with everyone. The mornings when I just want more attention than anything, making up things to justify my grumpiness when I just want MORE than the usual. The mornings when I put the best thing I have right now in the brink of breaking.<br />
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Yes. I am probably f*cked up. Maybe, it's a girl thing. Maybe it's not. Maybe because I am that sort of a person. Or maybe I am just so messed up.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Anonymous<br />
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-9155004149588390002018-02-20T14:44:00.000+08:002018-02-20T14:44:09.246+08:00REVIEW: The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay<div class="separator tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> Everyone except Nastya, the mysterious new girl at school who starts showing up and won’t go away until she’s insinuated herself into every aspect of his life. But the more he gets to know her, the more of an enigma she becomes. As their relationship intensifies and the unanswered questions begin to pile up, he starts to wonder if he will ever learn the secrets she’s been hiding—or if he even wants to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">DEFINITELY BEAUTIFUL!!</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
Most beautiful young adult book ever read... (I think I said this a million times to some million books, too..but whatevs..)</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
Mixed emotions all throughout.. and I love that it was an ending that I would definitely want and it wasn't forced just for the sake of having a happy ending..</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
Josh and Sunshine suits well - definitely suits well.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
I am going to have a hard time getting over this book.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-85316108912282728872018-02-08T13:44:00.000+08:002018-02-08T13:44:04.542+08:00Life Goals<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I've stumbled in one article out there somewhere in the vast wideness of the internet about thinking about your life goals. I thought, hey, maybe I should make one since I haven't really laid out what my life goals are. I mean, I am not getting any younger and I haven't had one concrete goal yet. Maybe, it's time to have some. It was stated in that article some steps on how to list down, prioritize and accomplish these life goals.<br />
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Well, maybe I should think about doing a list of it or maybe reflecting on it, first... I should start reflecting, doesn't it? Because if I write it down, I might get stressed out. Knowing me, I'll just worry and think and stress about it and end up not accomplishing even one of it. Yep, I know myself too much to say that. Reflecting, like, maybe this goal isn't what I need in life or what I want, maybe this goal is for the satisfaction of other people or for the satisfaction of the people in the social media. We are all somewhat like that, aren't we?<br />
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As per the article, it was stated that I should be thinking what I like the people who will be attending my funeral to say. Pretty futuristic, no? It's not that I am not quite ready for this but if it's my time, then it's my time. It also said that I should imagine that I am at the end of my life. So I should be thinking on what I have accomplished and I should be thinking that if that's the life I am going to be proud of. Like, is this the kind of person and life I want? Something like that, maybe...</div>
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Well, it would be nice if people at my funeral will say that I am a good person, a loyal friend and a responsible and compassionate human being. It's nothing much but I feel better knowing that they will be telling that much about me. I am not quite comfortable about people talking about how much money I have left, how many houses I have some where... something like that...<br />
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After that, it was written there to jot down ideas on what I would like to achieve before I die. Well, there are some short ranged goals and long ranged goals...is that what they call it? I have more, actually. Build a house for my mom, help at least one kid to finish studies, have my own business, have a home for stray dogs and cats, live in the country side...blah, blah.. so on and so forth... (insert the biggest of dreams) After that, trim it, plan on actually doing it and make a life you'd think you want people to talk about you on your funeral.<br />
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Two things. It was easy and hard at the same time. It was easy to jot down the many goals you want to achieve in life and it was hard to trim it down and make some action about it. As of now, I am pretty sure I've achieved some in my life. I haven't jotted down before so I am not quite sure how much of it I have achieved already. But one thing for sure, I am contented with what I have right now. Guess that would count as a life goal, isn't it? Contentment.</div>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-9991509899136670352018-02-06T14:17:00.000+08:002018-02-06T14:17:10.329+08:00REVIEW: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher<div class="separator tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Clay Jensen returns home from school to find a strange package with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers several cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker–his classmate and crush–who committed suicide two weeks earlier. Hannah’s voice tells him that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he’ll find out why. </span></div>
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Clay spends the night crisscrossing his town with Hannah as his guide. He becomes a firsthand witness to Hannah’s pain, and as he follows Hannah’s recorded words throughout his town, what he discovers changes his life forever.</span></div>
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"This is the book that I probably would never forget. My emotions are all over the place and I wanted to hate it but I totally loved it.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-59782679217193074012018-02-04T14:00:00.000+08:002018-02-04T14:01:00.890+08:00REVIEW: 47 Meters Down (2017)<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-52405480082318786452018-02-02T13:05:00.000+08:002018-02-02T13:05:16.352+08:00Because I Am An Introvert<script async defer data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-tall="true" data-pin-round="true" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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I stumbled upon some articles about introversion in the last couple of days and I can't help but really read and dive into it since I consider myself to be one. So to fully understand myself and other introverts like me, I managed to dissect it and understand it as much as I needed to understand myself. I started to go hard on myself before or maybe until now because I felt like I am different from the others, I am not like the others and people start to question me on why I am being like this and why I am being like that. I don't know how to explain it to them since I have never really fully accepted and never really fully understand myself.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">1. They say that introverts enjoy having time to themselves. Yep. That's me. Sometimes, I just long for alone time not because I am lonely or sad or anything in between. I just liked to be alone because it's like a break for me from the outside world. I also cherish it because outside world and everyone sometimes just drains the hell out of me. Like for example in my work, I get to interact to many kinds of people the whole day and it drains me making small talk and asking them one by one about how they are and how their day is. It's consuming but you really gotta do what you gotta do. What I do when I am having times like this? Lately, I just browse the internet and social media but not really interacting. Nothing much because I am having a reader's block nowadays and just bored 5 minutes into a movie even if it's the movie I have been wanting to watch for so long....<br />
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2. They say that introverts think at their best when they are alone or by themselves. As usual, introverts is almost equal to being alone and being themselves. Yep, maybe I am quite like that. Got to process things alone is much better for me.<br />
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3. They say that introverts leads best when other people are the self-starters. Ugh... I don't know about this but yeah, before, back in the days, I lead quite often but I always have someone initiate something before me then things get rolling...<br />
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4. They say introverts are the last to raise their hand when someone asks for something from a group. Yep. That's me. Totally. Back in the days at school, I just don't feel like to be in the limelight. If the teacher asks one question and I know the answer, you'd expect me to raise my hand right away. But I do the opposite, I just sit back and well, let them answer the question. That's why recitation scores are pretty low back then. They also thought that I didn't do any reading back home that's why I don't raise my hand because I don't know the answer. Hehe. I am pretty chill about what they think about me. No harm.<br />
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There's more for sure but I'd spare you about me starting to be self-centered. I know that lots of people are like me - an introvert. But people often mistaken them/us as rude, arrogant, shy human beings. But really, we are just being ourselves.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><i>When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.</i></span><br />
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-68242206912081707082018-01-28T14:25:00.000+08:002018-01-28T14:25:05.738+08:00Stronger Than Before<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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Someone asked me before on what’s the one thing that’s happened to me that made me a stronger person. I thought about it for only a bit. I guess it doesn't need too much time to think about an accurate answer regarding this. The one thing that happened in my life that I think made me a strong person am I today is definitely the death of my father.<br />
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It has been six years since my father died. It wasn't sudden. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later since he was diagnosed of liver cirrhosis months before it. It's just that how I wish he lived longer. He could have seen me grew outside of my shell. I wonder how life is if he's still with us right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">I was a daddy's girl. Was isn't really appropriate because I am still his girl. Always will be. I could still remember little me running to him whenever my mother got mad at me for something. I always go to him. He was my <i>'kakampi'</i> back then in so many ways. I could still remember how tight he makes my ponytails, how he used his <i>'makuha-ka-sa-tingin-stare'</i> at me for being naughty, how he taught me/us to make a <i>parol</i> for Christmas, how he killed that snake in the terrace, how he walked up to the stage and pin me that medal, how delicious his <i>sinigang</i> is, how he taught me to cook that <i>'manamis-namis na maasim-asim' na adobo</i> (which I never really perfected. Sorry Daddy.), how he drove our <i>'sakbayan'</i> back in the days, how he'd fix anything at home, how he'd tell me <i>'igagawa kita nito...'</i> even if I don't ask it, how he'd bring home something from work (esp. that chocolate cake in Victoria's), how he'd prepare almost everything for us, how he came to the rescue if we shout <i>'Daaady, may ipis!',</i> how he got mad at me for being the hormonal teenager that I am, how he handled me back in the days when I started to <i>'ehem'</i> drink, how he put up a birthday banner every birthday morning even if we had no <i>handa</i>, how he just grunted whenever we call him. I could still remember details whenever he would pick me up from elementary school and I hide because my schoolmates always asked me, <i>'Tigulang na lagi imong Papa.'</i> and <i>'Lolo na nimo?'</i> Innocent questions but it tugged my heart. I don't want to think that I was once ashamed to be seen with him but well, I did. I guess we all had that stage in our lives that we were quite ashamed of our parents.</span><br />
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I still could remember the days when I first went to job hunting. He was there with me all the way and making sure I wouldn't get lost in the midst of the concrete jungle. I still could remember the days he would come accompany me home when I was in college until my first job. He always had his bicycle with him. I've shared a lot of stories about almost everything whenever we walked home - about my first job, my first boss, the nature of my job, etc... I missed it a lot, really.</span><br />
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How come he made me stronger? Because I've seen him in his worst but I could see in him that his spirit never shattered. I've seen in him that he knew what was going to happen and probably I also knew that it scares him and yet he still believed. If he is that strong at that point in his life, I surely would be, too, in worst days and for sure, the ordinary ones.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Before I always tell myself that it's much better to know when you are going to die but after what happened to him, it changed. I, now, answer people 'YES' when they ask me if I am prepared to die. It's yes because if it's your time, then you really can't do anything about it. Maybe, it's hard to treat today as if it's your last but the least you can do is stop being hard on yourself in so many ways and just live life and love life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> <i>Innovera Yakov – The Journey of A Thousand Eyes is the first installment in an action-packed fantasy drama where characters with powers of healing and destruction live, love, compete and disappear without a trace while they are being prepared for the Journey.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I had a slow start reading this book. I was grasping for something that would spark my full interest. There were times that I wanted to stop reading but the synopsis was so promising I had to continue... and it turned out to be a very intense, exciting and interesting story.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> I admit there are parts that totally confused me and it became inconsistent in some parts. I also felt that there's something missing in there or the pace and switching of POVs but I can't actually point out where and when that is. Also, you need to have a really wild and wide and weird imagination to picture out everything in Innovera Yakov.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> Innovera Yakov is a place where Beings live and learn and wait for their change and face the Journey. A journey that will cost lives and powers, trust and friendship, and love and betrayal. A journey that was led by Ayana - the one Being that was different because of her scars and what she can't and can do - together with the powerful Beings with her - Krave, Skylar, Gamma and Blu Tara, Ryder and the rest of the Beings in Innovera Yakov.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> After reading this, I thought I need to finish the series to find out the results of the journey and what happened to the characters that I came to like. The only words that came out from my mouth after reading the last few lines were... "No, no... not yet. Don't end!" </span></blockquote>
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Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-49148787277291782662018-01-24T15:04:00.000+08:002018-01-24T16:28:19.998+08:00My Super Mom<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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My heart broke into pieces when the time came that I would be leaving my mom alone. I was torn. Did I really wanted to leave? Did I really wanted her to be alone? Did I really wanted to do something for myself? I didn't know the answer then. When I hugged her to say my goodbyes, I cried.</span></div>
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It was a surprise for me that she's fairing well living alone. I mean, she's used to have someone with her always. I've always known that she is stronger than most people think about her. The fact that she clearly fought sadness and loneliness since my father left us and continued life as it is is a clear evidence of how strong she is. But now, she is 'literally' alone and that is a different thing. It takes more than being strong to live a life like that, that's for sure. I know that she spends most of her days making her lifestyle an active one. She joins activities promoting a healthy lifestyle with her friends. And I can see that she is happy with it. I can see that it makes her hours and days faster.<br />
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<i> "I gotta say that the movie and everything else was timely. In this generation and in this era, mental illness is something you should be bothered about. Not a lot of people understand it and not a lot of people knows how to deal with it.<br />
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Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence brought the characters of Pat and Tiffany into life in such a comedic yet painful way. Both characters are mentally unstable but despite their trouble of communicating with each other and their agendas of using each other, it's clear to see that there is a future for the both of them.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You might not of had experienced the shit that I did, but you loved hearing about it, didn't you? You're afraid to be alive, you're afraid to live. You're a conformist. You're a hypocrite. You're a liar. I opened up to you and you judged me!"</span></blockquote>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-37031397942506243062018-01-20T18:45:00.000+08:002018-01-20T18:45:33.974+08:00Font Series 1: 10 Awesome and Absolutely Free Fonts <div style="text-align: justify;">
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I am a frustrated calligraphist and where do I release all those frustrations? Discovering fonts that are not only cool in the eyes but are also free. So, since I haven't got the time to really focus on calligraphy, let's settle for these fonts. Okay?</span></div>
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I use these fonts in blogging and also other projects that I will be sharing with you soon! Hope these FREE FONTS can also help you in your projects and help you in bringing out your creativity! </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> <a href="https://www.dafont.com/adreena-script.font" style="font-weight: 400;"></a><a href="https://www.dafont.com/adreena-script.font">Adreena Script</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/atlantic-bentley.font">Atlantic Bentley</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/blue-fires.font">Blue Fires</a> | <a href="https://fontbundles.net/free-fonts/cavorting">Cavorting</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/declara.font">Declara</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/hardest-style.font">Hardest Style</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/magnolia-sky.font">Magnolia Sky</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/reality-sunday.font">Reality Sunday</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/mf-sippin-on-sunshine.font">Sipping on Sunshine</a> | <a href="https://www.dafont.com/vacations-in-phuket.font">Vacations in Phuket</a></span></div>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-20164420721852327912018-01-18T16:30:00.000+08:002018-01-21T09:24:53.301+08:0010 Living Room Ideas to Inspire You This Year<div style="text-align: justify;">
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There will always be a time of the day or the week or month that I constantly browse in <a href="https://www.houzz.com/">Houzz</a>. I just love the way people put so much effort in their humble abode. It inspires me to do the same when the time comes I can finally say that I have one of my own. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">FYI. I grew up never having my own room and my own bed. I always felt like everything is temporary so why put so much in making every space mine when it's not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Anyway, I am starting to get all self-centered again - talking about myself way too much. Let's stop with the drama. Now, let me share to you ten living room ideas that I find really inspiring. I've saved 'em all for inspiration and I want to share them with you all! Enjoy!</span></div>
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Twice this day you’ve asked me “When are you going to hang yourself?” Because you are sure that one day I am going to do it.<br />
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I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to deal with this any longer. This isn’t the first time you’ve told me about this. This isn’t the first time you’ve told me that I am going to kill myself one day. I have lost count but today was probably the worth remembering.<br />
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This abuse I am receiving from you is something that I don’t get. What have I done to deserve this? What have I done for you to constantly tell this to me? I don’t f*cking need this. Instead of asking me what’s happening to me and instead of just letting me be, you f*cking pushes me to my limit.<br />
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I guess, one day, if I do it (because you are so sure I will), I will make sure you will carry the conscience. I will make sure of that. I hope it will f*cking eat your insides. I hope you will bear the blame to it. I hope it won’t let you sleep at night. And don’t worry I will let everybody know that you are the one who pushed me, that you are the one who gave me the go signal.<br />
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F*ck you for letting me feel this way.<br />
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I don’t deserve this.<br />
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If I decide to reveal who this is? I don’t care if you deny it. Because in this world we are living in, I will make sure at least one knows.</span></div>Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-997739371696471682018-01-12T14:00:00.000+08:002018-01-12T14:59:48.800+08:00REVIEW: Jungle Book (2016)<script async="" data-pin-hover="true" data-pin-round="true" data-pin-tall="true" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br />
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Seeing Jungle Book was so entertaining and I am a bit surprised, too. Kids nowadays got to enjoy Jungle Book in a very modern way. Effects are so on point that you also begin to wonder that maybe a part of it is true. Jungle Book never failed to show every single time its meaning - the relationship of human and animals and nature in general that was shown in the movie was a thumbs up. I am so glad that the young people of today get to witness the magic of Mowgli and Jungle Book. </span></div>
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Mowgli, his wolf family, Baloo the Bear, Bagheera (the black panther), Kaa (the anaconda), King Louie (this really big orangutan hidden in the shadows), Shere Khan (bengal tiger) - these beautiful characters made me get into the movie way too much. A lot of people made a big issue regarding the lack of music considering it's a Disney film but for me it was still a hit. Mowgli's adventures together with the rest of the characters made the movie a colorful one despite the lackness of it.</span></div>
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For the youngsters, they might consider the movie as a very adventurous one but as I delve into it, I think it is so much more. The issues being tackled and being laid out is quite a big deal in our society nowadays. There are political issues like how the water truce is being laid out for every one to survive but clearly, some can do so much to intimidate others because of their power. Also, you get to realize quite a few things in how we treat other people and animals. Mowgli tried his best to help someone get his food - that would be Baloo if you really want to know. We, humans and animals, can actually help each other for the better. Mowgli knows that he is so much capable than them and but instead of taking advantage of the knowledge that he has, he used it to help others. His kindness to others is one thing that we all should learn. Kindness not only for our fellow human beings but also to all living things.<br />
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That is the one question we always hear adults ask us back in the days. Teachers, guidance counselors, our parents, aunts and uncles, older sisters and brothers and the list goes on and on... and we've answered them a lot of times - doctor, teacher, police, fireman, dentist, engineer, scientist, biologist and all that kind of profession we think are the best out there.<br />
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But come to think of it, do you ever wonder what percentage of it comes true and what remains just a dream? What percentage of kids consistently answer the same profession and what remains forgotten? I don't know the answer but what I am sure of is I am one of those kids whose answers remains kiddie answers.<br />
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Back in kindergarten until fourth grade, I consistently answer that I want to be a pediatrician when I grow up. I know that it's going to be a long way to become one - that it will take more years than the usual. I always answer 'It's okay. Not even a problem.' Those were the times that studying was so easy for me and those were the times that being a top of the class was a piece of cake. (Yup, I was that kid.)<br />
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It wasn't that I love kids that's why I wanted to be one. I was just a kid myself back then so the reason was just not acceptable. I probably didn't know the reason - no sure answer. Maybe it's because I like the idea of being a doctor someday and we all know the general knowledge we know about doctors - they earn good money. (I will be inserting 'NOT ALL' here. So don't hate me.) Maybe it's also because when I answered 'pediatrician' back then, they were like so surprised that I had such a dream. I lot of them anwered back that I am going to nail it and I am going to be successful and rich. I am so proud of myself about it back in the day. Funny isn't it. That the reason is not because the usual answer which is 'I like to help people....' or 'I like to give to take care of them...'.<br />
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When I transferred schools and become exposed to so many things, everything changed and I suddenly wanted to become a journalist or writer or any profession that 'writes'. It was because I get to be exposed to writing stuff and putting thoughts and opinions in words. I find it enjoyable to do back in the days and it's quite an accomplishment to write something with more than a hundred words in one sitting. So yeah, I wanted to become one and then it all turned out that I was a bit curious and a tad interested in stage plays and the people behind it. It also went to becoming a movie director, to a cinematographer, to a video editor, to a scriptwriter.... until it became clear to me that maybe something in the list of professions in the media I was meant to be.<br />
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I didn't get the chance to do something about it when I was choosing my college course (financial problems, it is). I thought I was going to be contented being a person-making-a-living-in-the-internet until years later it still was that 'media' thing was going on my mind. I wasn't sure if I still want to pursue such a profession or I want to give up. I guess I'm already contented with this blog. I treat this one as the closest thing that I have to the career that I wanted to have and I am happy with it - genuinely happy.</span></div>Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-89075382406571131692018-01-08T02:30:00.000+08:002018-01-11T10:55:08.731+08:00REVIEW: Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The story revolves around a post-apocalyptic world and Max who is portrayed by Tom Hardy. Max is a wanderer whose blood is universal and is quite precious to an army called the War Boys. War Boys is lead by Immortan Joe who is probably one of the creepiest and most lunatic character in the movie. So, this leads to a chase that includes also Furiosa who is under the army of Joe but is secretly plotting an escape together with some of his wives.</span><br />
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So... actually, it's quite confusing. The movie is entitled Mad Max but I feel like the movie revolves around Furiosa and his positive attitude towards the escape that she is planning. I also felt like Furiosa has more spunk with her bald head. (Made me like Charlize Theron more!!!) Max? Well, Max is quite on the sidelines. I can't even rely on him most probably on most occasions.</span></div>
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If I have these kinds of comments, what made me like Mad Max? The effects, the locations, the lunatics, the rest of the characters, the action scenes and the sand. If the story could have been thought more and if Max showed that he is truly Mad Max, then probably this one's going to be on the top of my list.</span></div>
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Okay. I got to admit. I have all the time in the world right now. (I am currently unemployed. :D) And since I have this frustrations of being a graphic artist/designer and anything in between that deals with arts and stuff, I suddenly thought that, hey, I think it would be great if I start doing what other graphic artists/bloggers do. Make a printable in their blog and make it free for everyone!</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> Below is something I made out of the one of the shortest Bible verse that I know. You can go print it out and put it in a frame and hang it in your house! What a great reminder every time you look at it as you face the every day struggles in life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"> I will be automatically sending the file in pdf form (for accurate size) to my email subscribers!!! And don't worry! I won't be using your emails to all other stuff other than this and yes, my posts! Thanks in advance!<br />
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I hope you all support my first free printable!</span></div>
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<br />Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-4307977440549905682018-01-04T12:00:00.000+08:002018-01-11T10:54:52.636+08:00REVIEW: Finding Dory (2016)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Thirteen years later, finally Pixar and Disney gave us something to look forward to when a statement was released that a prequel of the very successful "Finding Nemo" is on the works (we grew old waiting...). With all the prequels and sequels that was released early this year (and even before that), we now often wonder, would this be worth it?</span><br />
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It's a general knowledge how Pixar and Disney would always satisfy their fans in their creations. So, I was not really surprised that "Finding Dory" became a hit. Although it has almost the same story line as what Nemo experienced (lost in the midst of the deep blue sea), it was brought into something new and refreshing because of Dory's condition. As we all know, Dory is suffering from a short-term memory loss which as a kid (she was really cute with those big blue innocent eyes) she always say to whoever she meets. While, Marlin and Nemo always think of what to do and what not to do, Dory just acts in the moment. That probably made it different and unique. Well, if you tend to forget anything anyways, you most probably just act compulsively. "What would Dory do?" became the infamous line in the movie. Because if you can't think of anything, might as well as do something in the moment, right?<br />
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I like the fact that the characters from Nemo's movie were still in Dory's. Some of them are Mr. Ray and his fish-school where Dory became a teaching assistant - for a while of course, Crush the turtle dude and his son Squirt. New characters were also equally adorable with the likes of Dory's pipe friend Destiny the whale shark and Bailey the beluga. Also, there's one octopus er... septopus named Hank that stole the limelight.<br />
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Like every other Pixar and Disney movie, you should always prepare a hanky. Finding Dory gave a worthy happy ending for Dory. And it was something really touching. But if you want a happier ending, maybe a little patience after the credits is something to watch out for.</span></div>
Precious Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414184990609237739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965913553193720589.post-74804189863241560402018-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:002018-01-01T00:00:07.945+08:00Goodbye 2017! Welcome 2018!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's the time of the year again when we get to be really thankful for the year that was!</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Thank you 2017! You've been so good to me and I am happy that you made me the person that I am now.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Welcome 2018! Guide us and help us to become the better person that we should be!</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">But most of all, thank you Lord God for the guidance and blessings!!</span></div>
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Happy New Year to all!</span></div>
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