I saw Breaking Dawn with my friends last Friday. It was awesome, but I could really use some more Jasper/Alice action. Still, it was better than I expected.
Two scenes I can't forget are when the wolves chased Esme. She looked scared. And when they attacked the Cullens, when Alice looked fragile and helpless under one big angry wolf. I was shaking at the cinema, squealing "Don't hurt Alice, don't hurt Alice!" Haha.
Like I said, it was greater than I ever expected because really, I haven't watched any trailers. I wanted it to surprise me, and it did, except for when Bella was being changed and they showed the venom running through her veins. They could've found a better way of explaining that without having to be visual like that. I guess I'm just not used to seeing that in a Twilight movie, since up until Eclipse they kept the scenes as realistic (with people and vampires and werewolves) as possible. There were no anatomy shots and no talking werewolves. But I guess it was necessary for Breaking Dawn. I liked the wolves, though. They were angrier, wolfier. And Rosalie was so beautiful in this movie. I've been thinking that finally, for the first time, I was convinced that she was the movie version of Rosalie.
My favorite scene would be the Alice/Jasper dance of course. (Did you really expect me to choose a scene without Alice/Jasper in it? No? Thought so.) And although almost everyone says they disapprove of the Alice hair, I personally believe it looked good. Ashley Greene rocked that wig, just saying. Jackson Rathbone looked a lot more like himself, playing Jasper, and that was a good thing. I hope they keep that look for part 2.
All in all, good movie. It kept me on the edge of my seat. The book is now boring compared to this movie, but which stupid person would make that comparison? Oh, I just did? Haha. It was short, in my opinion, the movie. I'm looking forward for more next year, since it seems like the real story is there.
The verdict? I liked it. It's my second favorite Twilight movie. Second to Eclipse, of course. I love me some Jasper.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
A bunch of silly things I would like to say to you.
Hi, remember me?
I'm taking a trip down memory lane, and I came across some fond moments we've shared.
I think you've moved on now. I think you've moved on long ago, and I know I brought this on myself. But sometimes, I wish you were still here.
It has been four years, more or less, but I remember everything like it was yesterday. We've had the highest highs and miserable lows, but even until now, I've never found someone to make me feel the way you did.
What would you do if I told you that sometimes, I hold my own hand just to see if I still remember how it felt with you? I still see bits of our faces, of that day. It was drizzling lightly and you were swimming, and i was sitting by the pool, my feet dipped in the water, and it was cold. You kept trying to convince me to jump in, but I wouldn't, because the wind was blowing, and I was short, and the pool was deep. I was scared of drowning. I didn't know how to swim. You held out your hand, and I hesitated. No one has ever held my hand before, not even my first boyfriend. You didn't force me, though. So I took your hand and jumped in the water with you. I was right, it was cold. But back then, right at that very moment, nothing else really mattered except that I was with you, and I was happy.
You took me out on my very first real date. We watched Shrek 3, and you said your palm ached, so I volunteered to give you a massage. As soon as I held your hand, you slipped your palm up against mine and slid your fingers in the spaces between mine. We held hands the whole time, and you never let me go, not even after the movie. You said it felt good to hold hands with me because my palm was smooth and soft. I said the same to you.
One day, one of your friends from high school saw us together and told this girl who had the biggest crush on you (and who was also my friend) that we were officially together. That night, she got mad at us for not telling her. We spent the evening trying to explain to her that it wasn't like that, that I wasn't your girlfriend. Secretly, I was wishing you'd say I was.
You took me to one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. Even until today, after all these years, I haven't completely forgotten about it. For the first time, in that place, where it was all green, and there were grassy hills and a beautiful lake glistening under the sun, you put your arms around me. As if by doing so, you'd somehow be able to hold me together and prevent me from falling apart all over again. That day, on our way home, your motorcycle ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and we had to walk and push it to the nearest gas retail store, but I didn't mind. I went home, my friend came over and asked me about my day, and the only answer I was able to give her was a smile. And then I cried, because you were so perfect and I was wondering what I did to have gotten so lucky.
I didn't know exactly what was going on between us. We never put a label to what we had, but you told me you loved me...hundreds of times. And not once did it get old,because I felt the same for you. We've known each other better than anyone did. I casually mentioned that I liked guys who wore pink, and from then on, although you didn't say anything, I've noticed that every time we were together, you made it a point to wear pink. You even went as far as buying new shirts just to be able to do that for me.
We attended different colleges. You went to Manila, and we only saw each other twice a month. I'd stay up until the wee hours of the morning, texting you while you toughed out the long way home. I'd wake up and go to school really early on Mondays just to get the chance to be able to ride with you there. Once, we took a jeepney with my grandfather, but I pretended not to have seen him because no one in my family knew about you.
I went to Manila to see you. We spent three days together, and those hotels wouldn't let us check in because I was only 16. I was very sleepy, but we finally found one that let us in. That room had a window that overlooked the city. I stood by it to watch the passing cars and listen to the noise outside. You just silently walked up to me and you wrapped your arms around my waist from behind. That night, if you asked me to do it with you, I wouldn't have been able to say no, but because you were so different from all the other guys out there, you respected me, and instead made it memorable by giving me my first real kiss. All we had for dinner was a pack of blueberry flavored gum, but my stomach was full of butterflies.
On the second night, we weren't lucky enough to have an air conditioned room, but it was late, so we settled for one that was hot as hell. A fan hung from the ceiling, but it wasn't working. All night, you couldn't sleep because you were sweating nonstop. I pulled out one of the three handkerchiefs I gave you ("Handkerchiefs?" you said. "People give handkerchiefs to people when they plan to make them cry."). And I swore there would be no reason for you to cry for me. I soaked that handkerchief in tap water, then stayed up all night wiping it all over your body. I remember hoping you'd remember that everytime the weather got too hot.
The next day, you took me to the bus home. You sat on one of the steel benches of the bus station, while I sat by one of the window seats across you. I kept pretending to read Chinese Cinderella while the bus groaned idly so I wouldn't have to look at you. When we started to go, I finally had the courage to lift my gaze. You raised your hand in the air, and a silent tear fell from my eye. You could have been sending me a promise, but I knew you were saying goodbye.
Weeks after that, you had to come home because of a fever. I was so worried that I skipped my afternoon classes immediately after you asked me to come over. I was shy, I've never met any of your family, but you said it was okay. So, because I was clueless about these things, I just put on my old Physical Education jogging pants and my pink, large high school shirt that said FOOD TECHNOLOGY on the back and a pair of my trusty nude tone jelly shoes and rushed to your home, where your aunts and brothers and cousins were. You introduced me to them by name, but we both didn't know who I really was in your life, so we left it at that.
You held my hand, we made out in your bedroom, and then you drove me home in your car. You gave me a copy of High School Musical: The Novel, and I still have it until now. You were such a romantic, it was cute. You liked love songs that would have made other guys sick. I was so young, I thought it was never going to end. I was deeply in love with you, and there was no way out.
But things weren't meant to stay that way forever. We grew more apart by each day. We were so alike in so many ways, and I never thought that would be a bad thing, but it was. One day, you just stopped caring, and I was left with the pieces of my first real broken heart.
All these happened in a span of three months, and I still can't let go completely. I've seen movies showing people looking for the feeling I once felt with you. Carefree. Complete. Happy. I've been in and out of various relationships with various people, but it still feels like something is missing. When I think about it, it always comes back to you.
I miss you.
I keep wondering what might have been if I'd been more patient, more understanding, more confident. It saddens me that I'll never know.
Letting you go is one of the biggest regrets of my life.
I'm taking a trip down memory lane, and I came across some fond moments we've shared.
I think you've moved on now. I think you've moved on long ago, and I know I brought this on myself. But sometimes, I wish you were still here.
It has been four years, more or less, but I remember everything like it was yesterday. We've had the highest highs and miserable lows, but even until now, I've never found someone to make me feel the way you did.
What would you do if I told you that sometimes, I hold my own hand just to see if I still remember how it felt with you? I still see bits of our faces, of that day. It was drizzling lightly and you were swimming, and i was sitting by the pool, my feet dipped in the water, and it was cold. You kept trying to convince me to jump in, but I wouldn't, because the wind was blowing, and I was short, and the pool was deep. I was scared of drowning. I didn't know how to swim. You held out your hand, and I hesitated. No one has ever held my hand before, not even my first boyfriend. You didn't force me, though. So I took your hand and jumped in the water with you. I was right, it was cold. But back then, right at that very moment, nothing else really mattered except that I was with you, and I was happy.
You took me out on my very first real date. We watched Shrek 3, and you said your palm ached, so I volunteered to give you a massage. As soon as I held your hand, you slipped your palm up against mine and slid your fingers in the spaces between mine. We held hands the whole time, and you never let me go, not even after the movie. You said it felt good to hold hands with me because my palm was smooth and soft. I said the same to you.
One day, one of your friends from high school saw us together and told this girl who had the biggest crush on you (and who was also my friend) that we were officially together. That night, she got mad at us for not telling her. We spent the evening trying to explain to her that it wasn't like that, that I wasn't your girlfriend. Secretly, I was wishing you'd say I was.
You took me to one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. Even until today, after all these years, I haven't completely forgotten about it. For the first time, in that place, where it was all green, and there were grassy hills and a beautiful lake glistening under the sun, you put your arms around me. As if by doing so, you'd somehow be able to hold me together and prevent me from falling apart all over again. That day, on our way home, your motorcycle ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and we had to walk and push it to the nearest gas retail store, but I didn't mind. I went home, my friend came over and asked me about my day, and the only answer I was able to give her was a smile. And then I cried, because you were so perfect and I was wondering what I did to have gotten so lucky.
I didn't know exactly what was going on between us. We never put a label to what we had, but you told me you loved me...hundreds of times. And not once did it get old,because I felt the same for you. We've known each other better than anyone did. I casually mentioned that I liked guys who wore pink, and from then on, although you didn't say anything, I've noticed that every time we were together, you made it a point to wear pink. You even went as far as buying new shirts just to be able to do that for me.
We attended different colleges. You went to Manila, and we only saw each other twice a month. I'd stay up until the wee hours of the morning, texting you while you toughed out the long way home. I'd wake up and go to school really early on Mondays just to get the chance to be able to ride with you there. Once, we took a jeepney with my grandfather, but I pretended not to have seen him because no one in my family knew about you.
I went to Manila to see you. We spent three days together, and those hotels wouldn't let us check in because I was only 16. I was very sleepy, but we finally found one that let us in. That room had a window that overlooked the city. I stood by it to watch the passing cars and listen to the noise outside. You just silently walked up to me and you wrapped your arms around my waist from behind. That night, if you asked me to do it with you, I wouldn't have been able to say no, but because you were so different from all the other guys out there, you respected me, and instead made it memorable by giving me my first real kiss. All we had for dinner was a pack of blueberry flavored gum, but my stomach was full of butterflies.
On the second night, we weren't lucky enough to have an air conditioned room, but it was late, so we settled for one that was hot as hell. A fan hung from the ceiling, but it wasn't working. All night, you couldn't sleep because you were sweating nonstop. I pulled out one of the three handkerchiefs I gave you ("Handkerchiefs?" you said. "People give handkerchiefs to people when they plan to make them cry."). And I swore there would be no reason for you to cry for me. I soaked that handkerchief in tap water, then stayed up all night wiping it all over your body. I remember hoping you'd remember that everytime the weather got too hot.
The next day, you took me to the bus home. You sat on one of the steel benches of the bus station, while I sat by one of the window seats across you. I kept pretending to read Chinese Cinderella while the bus groaned idly so I wouldn't have to look at you. When we started to go, I finally had the courage to lift my gaze. You raised your hand in the air, and a silent tear fell from my eye. You could have been sending me a promise, but I knew you were saying goodbye.
Weeks after that, you had to come home because of a fever. I was so worried that I skipped my afternoon classes immediately after you asked me to come over. I was shy, I've never met any of your family, but you said it was okay. So, because I was clueless about these things, I just put on my old Physical Education jogging pants and my pink, large high school shirt that said FOOD TECHNOLOGY on the back and a pair of my trusty nude tone jelly shoes and rushed to your home, where your aunts and brothers and cousins were. You introduced me to them by name, but we both didn't know who I really was in your life, so we left it at that.
You held my hand, we made out in your bedroom, and then you drove me home in your car. You gave me a copy of High School Musical: The Novel, and I still have it until now. You were such a romantic, it was cute. You liked love songs that would have made other guys sick. I was so young, I thought it was never going to end. I was deeply in love with you, and there was no way out.
But things weren't meant to stay that way forever. We grew more apart by each day. We were so alike in so many ways, and I never thought that would be a bad thing, but it was. One day, you just stopped caring, and I was left with the pieces of my first real broken heart.
All these happened in a span of three months, and I still can't let go completely. I've seen movies showing people looking for the feeling I once felt with you. Carefree. Complete. Happy. I've been in and out of various relationships with various people, but it still feels like something is missing. When I think about it, it always comes back to you.
I miss you.
I keep wondering what might have been if I'd been more patient, more understanding, more confident. It saddens me that I'll never know.
Letting you go is one of the biggest regrets of my life.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My mind is not the safest place for me.
Have you ever felt like nothing in life is going right?
I wake up every single day knowing it's just going to be like the last. Most of it will be spent in my room or in front of the TV, and then some listening to my family complain about the littlest things.
We never have decent food. If we do, that's like once in a blue moon. It's almost always fried tofu, fried fish, fried chicken, fried pork. Stir fried vegetables. I miss sipping hot soup from my spoon, and I miss eating something that took some effort to be cooked. I just miss being normal, I guess.
Every morning, I wake up to the annoying sound of my aunt's voice echoing through the house. It seems like they can't speak to each other without yelling even though they're not mad. I wish I was exaggerating this. I told her that yesterday, and in all fairness to her, she tried turning her voice down this morning, but it was still not low enough. Still woke me up.
I can't go anywhere I like without having to bring someone with me. I told them a few months ago that I'm going to Manila on the 18th, and nobody cared because I have no money and they don't plan to give me some. So, thinking that I wouldn't be able to go anyway, they shrug it off and make it look as if I'm allowed to go. Now that it's near and I have found a way to have money, they insist that my sister should go with me. My sister is going to Manila, too, on the 25th and they'll give her money for that, and they'll give her money to be able to join me, too.
I know she's my sister, and I should be happy, if at all, to be hanging out with her, but the people I'm meeting are my friends. People in the same age group as I am, whom my sister hasn't met and will not be able to relate to. What are they thinking, that I'm going to run away with some dude or what? Because I'm not that kind of girl. I don't even have a boyfriend, but of course they don't believe me when I tell them that.
I just feel like I'm being held a prisoner in my own home. I'm so unhappy with the flow of things here, and honestly, I can't find anything I want to live for right now. All I want is one day to be free, to be with my friends, to be me, because I can't be that here, and they can't give me that. They always keep my hopes up and crush them, and me, in the end.
I'm so tired of this. I'm so depressed in this house. I keep staying in my room and crying silently for reasons I can't explain and it's so hard to get through the day without thinking of ending all of this.
I feel like dying is the only way I can be free.
I wake up every single day knowing it's just going to be like the last. Most of it will be spent in my room or in front of the TV, and then some listening to my family complain about the littlest things.
We never have decent food. If we do, that's like once in a blue moon. It's almost always fried tofu, fried fish, fried chicken, fried pork. Stir fried vegetables. I miss sipping hot soup from my spoon, and I miss eating something that took some effort to be cooked. I just miss being normal, I guess.
Every morning, I wake up to the annoying sound of my aunt's voice echoing through the house. It seems like they can't speak to each other without yelling even though they're not mad. I wish I was exaggerating this. I told her that yesterday, and in all fairness to her, she tried turning her voice down this morning, but it was still not low enough. Still woke me up.
I can't go anywhere I like without having to bring someone with me. I told them a few months ago that I'm going to Manila on the 18th, and nobody cared because I have no money and they don't plan to give me some. So, thinking that I wouldn't be able to go anyway, they shrug it off and make it look as if I'm allowed to go. Now that it's near and I have found a way to have money, they insist that my sister should go with me. My sister is going to Manila, too, on the 25th and they'll give her money for that, and they'll give her money to be able to join me, too.
I know she's my sister, and I should be happy, if at all, to be hanging out with her, but the people I'm meeting are my friends. People in the same age group as I am, whom my sister hasn't met and will not be able to relate to. What are they thinking, that I'm going to run away with some dude or what? Because I'm not that kind of girl. I don't even have a boyfriend, but of course they don't believe me when I tell them that.
I just feel like I'm being held a prisoner in my own home. I'm so unhappy with the flow of things here, and honestly, I can't find anything I want to live for right now. All I want is one day to be free, to be with my friends, to be me, because I can't be that here, and they can't give me that. They always keep my hopes up and crush them, and me, in the end.
I'm so tired of this. I'm so depressed in this house. I keep staying in my room and crying silently for reasons I can't explain and it's so hard to get through the day without thinking of ending all of this.
I feel like dying is the only way I can be free.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Just sitting here pretending to be a baby carrot.
Happy November,fellow bloggers!
I've been waiting for this month for so long. Today has been a good day but I'm just sitting here pretending to be a baby carrot. Just kidding. It's November, which means about two weeks from now, it's Breaking Dawn Part 1 day! I can't wait for it, although I'm not so sure who I'm seeing it with and where.
I told my grandma that I want to go to Manila on the 18th but she doesn't seem to be so fond of the idea. I'm kind of desperate, since I saw Eclipse last year with my girlfriends and I want to see this film with them, but we'll see. In a span of a year, so much has changed in my life and it's so hard to get used to this new routine now. Last year I was traveling wherever I want, whenever I want to, and now I'm stuck at home, I'm twenty, and I have to ask either my mom or my grandma for money and for permission to go somewhere. And it doesn't help at all that my grandma is so overprotective that usually, it's a no, and if it's a yes, it's a conditional yes.
Anyways, I can't wait for my mom to come home this December. We have so many plans but I'm not sure if they're all going to happen. There are already some fat dark clouds showing themselves between us and those plans, but I hope it all comes out smoothly in the end. I'm just not going to get my hopes up so I don't end up being crushed.
Yesterday,we were at the mall. When we got home, my aunt told me that this neighbor of ours commented that our lives are so easy, "Ang sasarap ng mga buhay." It was a snide remark, a jealous one, because of some personal conflicts I'd rather not mention. I'm partly irritated that she's so shallow minded and jealous, and I find it funny that she thinks so much of my family. Whatever we do, she has a comment. One of these days, I'm just going to go up there and show her why she's so jealous, really. She's sure to get a handful of it from me if she doesn't stop.
So, on our way home, I was listening to my iPod. It was dark and lights were flashing by the road and there was a cold breeze, and suddenly, Taylor Swift's Enchanted just came on and I was like, how nice would it be to have someone to feel that way for right now? I miss being in love and being loved. Being adored, not so much. Not to boast, but I get a lot of adoration from strangers and it's just not nice. I don't like it when I pass by and a guy says, "There goes my girlfriend," or "I will court that girl," and never even have the balls to decently say hello. I therefore conclude that I don't like being indirectly hit on. I'm not going to settle for someone who thinks he can get me by whispering idiocy in the wind.
I don't think I can ask for more from life right now, but I just feel like something's not adding up to the equation. It feels wrong, and I can't put my finger on it. I don't know what's wrong, but something is.
I've been waiting for this month for so long. Today has been a good day but I'm just sitting here pretending to be a baby carrot. Just kidding. It's November, which means about two weeks from now, it's Breaking Dawn Part 1 day! I can't wait for it, although I'm not so sure who I'm seeing it with and where.
I told my grandma that I want to go to Manila on the 18th but she doesn't seem to be so fond of the idea. I'm kind of desperate, since I saw Eclipse last year with my girlfriends and I want to see this film with them, but we'll see. In a span of a year, so much has changed in my life and it's so hard to get used to this new routine now. Last year I was traveling wherever I want, whenever I want to, and now I'm stuck at home, I'm twenty, and I have to ask either my mom or my grandma for money and for permission to go somewhere. And it doesn't help at all that my grandma is so overprotective that usually, it's a no, and if it's a yes, it's a conditional yes.
Anyways, I can't wait for my mom to come home this December. We have so many plans but I'm not sure if they're all going to happen. There are already some fat dark clouds showing themselves between us and those plans, but I hope it all comes out smoothly in the end. I'm just not going to get my hopes up so I don't end up being crushed.
Yesterday,we were at the mall. When we got home, my aunt told me that this neighbor of ours commented that our lives are so easy, "Ang sasarap ng mga buhay." It was a snide remark, a jealous one, because of some personal conflicts I'd rather not mention. I'm partly irritated that she's so shallow minded and jealous, and I find it funny that she thinks so much of my family. Whatever we do, she has a comment. One of these days, I'm just going to go up there and show her why she's so jealous, really. She's sure to get a handful of it from me if she doesn't stop.
So, on our way home, I was listening to my iPod. It was dark and lights were flashing by the road and there was a cold breeze, and suddenly, Taylor Swift's Enchanted just came on and I was like, how nice would it be to have someone to feel that way for right now? I miss being in love and being loved. Being adored, not so much. Not to boast, but I get a lot of adoration from strangers and it's just not nice. I don't like it when I pass by and a guy says, "There goes my girlfriend," or "I will court that girl," and never even have the balls to decently say hello. I therefore conclude that I don't like being indirectly hit on. I'm not going to settle for someone who thinks he can get me by whispering idiocy in the wind.
I don't think I can ask for more from life right now, but I just feel like something's not adding up to the equation. It feels wrong, and I can't put my finger on it. I don't know what's wrong, but something is.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
You'll find some peace tonight.
On Youtube are videos taken after the shooting incident at SM Pampanga. I just finished watching one, and frankly, I don't even know what to feel.
Last September 21, 2011, a 17 year old boy left his house, telling his parents that he was going to SM City Baliuag. Later that day, in the evening, news spread fast about a 13 year old boy shooting the 17 year old in SM Pampanga before shooting himself. A few days later, they were both pronounced dead.
Facebook evidences show that the two were involved in a relationship, and that the 17 year old was planning to go to Japan to be a hairdresser. From what I heard, there was jealousy and a third party involved, but that's not why I'm writing this.
You see, the incident has been all over the news. Tonight was the first time, though, that I've actually seen a civilian's video coverage of what happened after the shooting. There on the tiled floors of the mall were the two boys. One was laying still on his stomach, the other was twisting and turning in pain, using his foot to get someone's attention, possibly asking for help.
Around them were a bunch of policemen, security guards, and mall strollers, taking pictures and videos, walking around them, but no one dared to pay attention to the moving boy and get him to the hospital or perform a first aid rescue or get him to keep from moving so as not to aggravate his bleeding more. No one. Not one of them thought that there should be no broken bones, so there must be no harm in moving his body to a stretcher or what not to get him to a hospital as soon as possible. Instead, they stood there and chatted idly about what happened, while our dearly beloved security officers, who are supposed to give us just that - security - walked around the two boys very calmly.
Seeing the video made me want to vomit and cry. What if it happened to someone I know? Is that the kind of protection I should expect from everyone in this country? I know, if they moved him right at that moment, he could still have died. But you can't tell me that these people were doing their jobs, because they weren't. It wasn't a car accident. Someone shot someone else, and then himself. Removing either of them from the scene could have tampered the evidence, but it could have saved someone in return. HOW IS IT THAT SOP IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN AN ACTUAL HUMAN BEING'S LIFE, for God's sake?
I know that blaming people for this doesn't make the boys any less dead, but you know, something could have been done. It broke, and still breaks my heart seeing him suffer like he did. If someone's dying but struggling to live, you don't just stand there and not do anything just because it's what is written on some paper. You shouldn't care if the person is related to you or not, cause things like this could happen to anyone, to someone you know. When someone's life is on the line, you don't just wait for the higher ranked people to tell you what to do. You do whatever it takes to save that life, like you'd want others to do when what's at stake is the life of someone you love.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Customizing / Creating Themes for iPhone / iPod Touch.
Okay, so I just spent the last two days tinkering with my phone and doing some research on how I can customize and create my own themes, and tonight, I'm gonna share with you guys all I've learned so far.
First of all, I have an iPhone 3G, running on version 4.0.1, jailbroken. If you want to be able to do what I'll list below, you need to have your device jailbroken, or else it won't work. I'm not really sure if this will work on iPhone 3GS or iPhone 4, but you can try!
You can take your device to a technician to have it jailbroken (recommended!) or jailbreak it yourself. You can search the internet for the software you need to do it.
So, once your device is jailbroken, you'll have this app called Cydia. It's like the app store, but most of the stuff there is free, I think. So you'll need wifi or internet connection on your phone. Once you're done, follow these steps.
1. Click on Cydia.
2. On the search bar, type WinterBoard.
3. Install WinterBoard. It will automatically reboot your device after the installation.
Once you have WinterBoard, you're now free to download free themes, or better yet, create your own!
Downloading free pre-made themes: (WiFi is still needed here)
1. Open Cydia.
2. Click Sections.
3. Select Themes (Springboard).
4. Browse and select the theme you want, then click Install on the upper right corner, and then confirm.
5. Wait for the theme to finish downloading, then you can leave Cydia. Or you can download more themes!
Setting your theme. Or, as I like to call it, the fun part!
1. Open WinterBoard. It should be found on your screen with all the other apps, or you can go to Settings. It's right below the list of settings you can change on your phone.
2. Turn Summerboard mode on.
3.Click Select Themes.
4. On the list, select the theme you want to use. If you check two themes at once, the one on the higher tab gets used. or example, on the picture below, the theme Ashley Greene gets used because it is placed higher than Hello Kitty. To rearrange your themes, drag them up and down by holding the gray lines on their right.
5. After selecting your theme of choice, click Winterboard on the upper left corner.
6. Click Respring. It's also on the upper left corner.
7. Your phone will go back to the locked screen or a black screen with the "loading" icon on it. That's normal. Wait for it to end, then voila! You now have your theme installed.
Creating your own iPhone theme:
For this, you'll need an iPhone browser. I downloaded mine for free here.
Once you have it installed on your computer, follow these steps:
1. Connect your device to your computer.
2. Open the iPhone browser.
3. Once opened, the iPhone browser should indicate that your device is connected and jailbroken.
4. Click Go to location and WinterBoard themes. It should load the location of the themes on your device.
5. Minimize the browser and go to desktop. Create a new folder, then name it whatever you want to name your theme.
6. Inside that folder, create two new folders. Name them Bundles and Icons. Then, pick 3 images of your choice. They should be 320 x 480 in size. Put them inside the theme folder, with Bundles and Icons.
IMPORTANT: All images should be in PNG format and everything should be named accordingly, or the theme won't work.
If the steps above were followed correctly, your folder should now look like this.
LockBackground is the image in the lock screen when your device is locked. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
SMSBackground is the image you see in the background when you read text messages. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
Wallpaper is the image you see on your home screen. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
7.The Bundles folder is optional. If you decide not to change the items included here, you can just skip off this step and not create a Bundles folder.
Inside the bundles folder, create two folders. 8Name them com.apple.MobileSMS and com.apple.TelephonyUI
8. Open com.apple.MobileSMS and paste two images of text balloons of your choice, any size. Again, this is optional, so you can skip it off. They must be in PNG format. Name them Balloon_1 and Balloon_2.
9. Leave com.apple.MobileSMS and open com.apple.TelephonyUI. Here, you can customize the image on your slide bar when unlocking your phone. This, too, is optional. So you can just skip it off if you want to leave the slide bar image as it is. Put in this folder the image you want to replace the arrow on your slide bar. It must be on PNG format, 60x60 in size, and name it bottombarknobgray.
10. Now that you're done with the items i the Bundles folder, you can leave it and open the Icons folder.
11. For the Icons, you'll need 22pieces of 60x60 images or icons in PNG format. You can also just choose the icons you want to change if you don't feel like setting up that many. Icons are available here for free or you can use your own images. Anything you want, really, as long as they're PNG and 60x60.
Here is the list of all the icons you can change, and what the images should be named.
12. We're done with all the stuff that need customizing, so now you ca minimize all folders and go to desktop, open the iphone browser, and drag your theme folder to the "Themes" section of your iPhone.
Note that the "Theme" on the left is clicked blue, so I could be sure that I'm dragging the theme into the correct folder. After your theme's name appears under the "Themes" in the browser, click on it. This is what it should look like.
All the files should have a ".png" extension. When you've got this all right, you can disconnect your device from the computer and go to WinterBoard to change your theme. You can reboot first if you want, to make sure that all changes have been made.
Yay! You just made your own theme, isn't that incredible?! i know it's a lot of work, but once you get the hang, it gets easier! Patience is the key. After all, the reward that's waiting for you is something not everyone can do or have! So good luck, and feel free to ask me questions if there are any. Or comments and suggestions, right there on the comments section! Happy theme making!
First of all, I have an iPhone 3G, running on version 4.0.1, jailbroken. If you want to be able to do what I'll list below, you need to have your device jailbroken, or else it won't work. I'm not really sure if this will work on iPhone 3GS or iPhone 4, but you can try!
You can take your device to a technician to have it jailbroken (recommended!) or jailbreak it yourself. You can search the internet for the software you need to do it.
So, once your device is jailbroken, you'll have this app called Cydia. It's like the app store, but most of the stuff there is free, I think. So you'll need wifi or internet connection on your phone. Once you're done, follow these steps.
1. Click on Cydia.
2. On the search bar, type WinterBoard.
3. Install WinterBoard. It will automatically reboot your device after the installation.
Once you have WinterBoard, you're now free to download free themes, or better yet, create your own!
Downloading free pre-made themes: (WiFi is still needed here)
1. Open Cydia.
2. Click Sections.
3. Select Themes (Springboard).
4. Browse and select the theme you want, then click Install on the upper right corner, and then confirm.
5. Wait for the theme to finish downloading, then you can leave Cydia. Or you can download more themes!
Setting your theme. Or, as I like to call it, the fun part!
1. Open WinterBoard. It should be found on your screen with all the other apps, or you can go to Settings. It's right below the list of settings you can change on your phone.
2. Turn Summerboard mode on.
3.Click Select Themes.
4. On the list, select the theme you want to use. If you check two themes at once, the one on the higher tab gets used. or example, on the picture below, the theme Ashley Greene gets used because it is placed higher than Hello Kitty. To rearrange your themes, drag them up and down by holding the gray lines on their right.
5. After selecting your theme of choice, click Winterboard on the upper left corner.
6. Click Respring. It's also on the upper left corner.
7. Your phone will go back to the locked screen or a black screen with the "loading" icon on it. That's normal. Wait for it to end, then voila! You now have your theme installed.
Creating your own iPhone theme:
For this, you'll need an iPhone browser. I downloaded mine for free here.
Once you have it installed on your computer, follow these steps:
1. Connect your device to your computer.
2. Open the iPhone browser.
3. Once opened, the iPhone browser should indicate that your device is connected and jailbroken.
4. Click Go to location and WinterBoard themes. It should load the location of the themes on your device.
5. Minimize the browser and go to desktop. Create a new folder, then name it whatever you want to name your theme.
6. Inside that folder, create two new folders. Name them Bundles and Icons. Then, pick 3 images of your choice. They should be 320 x 480 in size. Put them inside the theme folder, with Bundles and Icons.
IMPORTANT: All images should be in PNG format and everything should be named accordingly, or the theme won't work.
If the steps above were followed correctly, your folder should now look like this.
LockBackground is the image in the lock screen when your device is locked. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
SMSBackground is the image you see in the background when you read text messages. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
Wallpaper is the image you see on your home screen. You can decide not to have one, it's your choice.
7.The Bundles folder is optional. If you decide not to change the items included here, you can just skip off this step and not create a Bundles folder.
Inside the bundles folder, create two folders. 8Name them com.apple.MobileSMS and com.apple.TelephonyUI
8. Open com.apple.MobileSMS and paste two images of text balloons of your choice, any size. Again, this is optional, so you can skip it off. They must be in PNG format. Name them Balloon_1 and Balloon_2.
9. Leave com.apple.MobileSMS and open com.apple.TelephonyUI. Here, you can customize the image on your slide bar when unlocking your phone. This, too, is optional. So you can just skip it off if you want to leave the slide bar image as it is. Put in this folder the image you want to replace the arrow on your slide bar. It must be on PNG format, 60x60 in size, and name it bottombarknobgray.
10. Now that you're done with the items i the Bundles folder, you can leave it and open the Icons folder.
11. For the Icons, you'll need 22pieces of 60x60 images or icons in PNG format. You can also just choose the icons you want to change if you don't feel like setting up that many. Icons are available here for free or you can use your own images. Anything you want, really, as long as they're PNG and 60x60.
Here is the list of all the icons you can change, and what the images should be named.
Apple App Store - App Store
Calculator - Calculator
Calendar - Calendar
Camera - Camera
Clock - Clock
Contacts - Contacts
Cydia - Cydia
Installous - Installous
Mail - Mail
Maps - Maps
Messages - Messages
Notes - Notes
Phone - Phone
Photos - Photos
Safari - Safari
Settings - Settings
Stocks - Stocks
Weather - Weather
WinterBoard - WinterBoard
YouTube - YouTube
iPod - iPod
iTunes - iTunes
So basically, you don't have to change the names except for the App Store. Take not of the capitalization, I'm not sure if it will work with incorrect caps. Anyway, here's what the Icons folder should look like once you're done pasting your images.
As you can see, I didn't put in all the icons I've mentioned above cause I'm just giving an example, haha. But you can just choose what you want to change too, that's the good thing about it. You can have your theme any way you want to.
12. We're done with all the stuff that need customizing, so now you ca minimize all folders and go to desktop, open the iphone browser, and drag your theme folder to the "Themes" section of your iPhone.
Note that the "Theme" on the left is clicked blue, so I could be sure that I'm dragging the theme into the correct folder. After your theme's name appears under the "Themes" in the browser, click on it. This is what it should look like.
All the files should have a ".png" extension. When you've got this all right, you can disconnect your device from the computer and go to WinterBoard to change your theme. You can reboot first if you want, to make sure that all changes have been made.
Yay! You just made your own theme, isn't that incredible?! i know it's a lot of work, but once you get the hang, it gets easier! Patience is the key. After all, the reward that's waiting for you is something not everyone can do or have! So good luck, and feel free to ask me questions if there are any. Or comments and suggestions, right there on the comments section! Happy theme making!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly.
Hiya, fellow dreamers.
I'm currently reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and I'm almost done. I'm on the part where the alchemist tells the boy to listen to what his heart says. It's a very profound book and reminded me how much I love Paulo Coelho's writing style.
Today has been pretty good. I made macaroni spaghetti from scrap and some gulaman and milk snack. One of the things I like about myself is my ability to make something edible out of the available ingredients at home. This time, I only used some left over tomato sauce, a pinch of pepper, salt, mono sodium glutamate and sugar for the spaghetti sauce, and then topped it all with hard boiled eggs. I don't know why eggs make everything taste better.
Yeyey has the colds and coughs. My sister put some Vicks vapor rubs on a glass of hot water and made her sniff it with rolled paper but she didn't want to. The menthol hurt her eyes. My grandfather is also incredibly sick. The doctor said it was over fatigue, but they did a lot of tests and prohibited him from smoking and drinking, cause he now has a weak kidney. It scared me. Still scares me, cause it is very unusual for my grandfather to be sick. I'm used to seeing him as the headstrong, stubborn man who annoys me to death, but now I feel sorry for all the times I pretended he wasn't around when he was. Some kind of granddaughter I was.
I'm also listening to Bloc Party. It makes me feel a bit sad. Most of their songs are happy, though, but I'm currently listening to the album A Weekend In The City and the songs in it have some melancholic beats and melodies.
I'm longing to just be lying on a grass field, watching the stars. It doesn't even matter to me if I'd have someone to do that with or not. I just want to do that. Maybe it's just this new perfume I've got that smells like New York city. No, I don't know what New York smells like, but this scent reminds me of a fast paced life, with buses and cars honking at each other and people bustling, rubbing elbows, exchanging snide remarks. You might think, what does New York city have to do with grass fields and stargazing? And I understand, because if I wanted it to be more romantic, I'd choose a suburb in France, or maybe some place in New Zealand, but if I listen to my heart right now, it says New York city. Maybe my heart is thinking I could walk to Central Park and go stargazing there. I don't really know how I'd do it. I just want to do it.
So I'm gonna end this post now and dream some more of NYC. Of the things that might have been different if only one thing didn't lead to the other. Of office secretaries, scrambling to buy their bosses' Starbucks coffee. Of snow. Of red trees.
Of Serendipity.
I'm currently reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and I'm almost done. I'm on the part where the alchemist tells the boy to listen to what his heart says. It's a very profound book and reminded me how much I love Paulo Coelho's writing style.
Today has been pretty good. I made macaroni spaghetti from scrap and some gulaman and milk snack. One of the things I like about myself is my ability to make something edible out of the available ingredients at home. This time, I only used some left over tomato sauce, a pinch of pepper, salt, mono sodium glutamate and sugar for the spaghetti sauce, and then topped it all with hard boiled eggs. I don't know why eggs make everything taste better.
Yeyey has the colds and coughs. My sister put some Vicks vapor rubs on a glass of hot water and made her sniff it with rolled paper but she didn't want to. The menthol hurt her eyes. My grandfather is also incredibly sick. The doctor said it was over fatigue, but they did a lot of tests and prohibited him from smoking and drinking, cause he now has a weak kidney. It scared me. Still scares me, cause it is very unusual for my grandfather to be sick. I'm used to seeing him as the headstrong, stubborn man who annoys me to death, but now I feel sorry for all the times I pretended he wasn't around when he was. Some kind of granddaughter I was.
I'm also listening to Bloc Party. It makes me feel a bit sad. Most of their songs are happy, though, but I'm currently listening to the album A Weekend In The City and the songs in it have some melancholic beats and melodies.
I'm longing to just be lying on a grass field, watching the stars. It doesn't even matter to me if I'd have someone to do that with or not. I just want to do that. Maybe it's just this new perfume I've got that smells like New York city. No, I don't know what New York smells like, but this scent reminds me of a fast paced life, with buses and cars honking at each other and people bustling, rubbing elbows, exchanging snide remarks. You might think, what does New York city have to do with grass fields and stargazing? And I understand, because if I wanted it to be more romantic, I'd choose a suburb in France, or maybe some place in New Zealand, but if I listen to my heart right now, it says New York city. Maybe my heart is thinking I could walk to Central Park and go stargazing there. I don't really know how I'd do it. I just want to do it.
So I'm gonna end this post now and dream some more of NYC. Of the things that might have been different if only one thing didn't lead to the other. Of office secretaries, scrambling to buy their bosses' Starbucks coffee. Of snow. Of red trees.
Of Serendipity.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
It should be illegal to think afterhours.
I wonder why people hurt each other all the time.
There's been nothing on my mind all day but their voices - those people who once or twice or more, tried to bring me down. Like ringing bells, their words echo through my head. You've gained weight. Eat less. Someone must have left you in the kitchen. What did the fat girl say? She's not pretty at all.
These things were said about me back in sophomore high school. I can't believe how cruel everyone are willing to be just to elevate themselves higher than everyone else. Still, I'm feeling really down tonight.
What I want to do right now is to write a poem about coming home after a day like this. I want to be able to put in words how happy, and at the same time, sad, it made me when I picked my robe up and hung it up the back of my door. I want to tell someone how nothing makes me feel better than my warm blanket, a sure source of comfort when everything else fails. Why, in spite of the fact that nothing good comes off it, do we insist on pulling each other down, instead of helping one another up, until we're all leveled enough to look up and see the skies?
This real world, it makes me sad. At times like this, this is where I go: to a world of my creation where families are perfect and guys aren't jerks. Its walls are made up of road trips with friends, and I lie in a bed of laughter with my sister. My world is roofed by motherly hugs and fatherly advice. This world, unlike others, only crumbles when I strike over a phrase or give in to writer's block.
When I write, suddenly, I'm who everyone wants me to be, all at the same time. Praises are easier to give than judgment and criticism. Hugs are as natural as breathing. It's ironic how I write when I am feeling empty, when the truth is that I am filled with emotions my human body cannot translate into actions, just words. It's amazing how I pour everything out and feel fuller than I've been before I started.
It's my only escape from all of this. It's something I hold on to, something certain, when I don't know who or what my enemies are.
There's been nothing on my mind all day but their voices - those people who once or twice or more, tried to bring me down. Like ringing bells, their words echo through my head. You've gained weight. Eat less. Someone must have left you in the kitchen. What did the fat girl say? She's not pretty at all.
These things were said about me back in sophomore high school. I can't believe how cruel everyone are willing to be just to elevate themselves higher than everyone else. Still, I'm feeling really down tonight.
What I want to do right now is to write a poem about coming home after a day like this. I want to be able to put in words how happy, and at the same time, sad, it made me when I picked my robe up and hung it up the back of my door. I want to tell someone how nothing makes me feel better than my warm blanket, a sure source of comfort when everything else fails. Why, in spite of the fact that nothing good comes off it, do we insist on pulling each other down, instead of helping one another up, until we're all leveled enough to look up and see the skies?
This real world, it makes me sad. At times like this, this is where I go: to a world of my creation where families are perfect and guys aren't jerks. Its walls are made up of road trips with friends, and I lie in a bed of laughter with my sister. My world is roofed by motherly hugs and fatherly advice. This world, unlike others, only crumbles when I strike over a phrase or give in to writer's block.
When I write, suddenly, I'm who everyone wants me to be, all at the same time. Praises are easier to give than judgment and criticism. Hugs are as natural as breathing. It's ironic how I write when I am feeling empty, when the truth is that I am filled with emotions my human body cannot translate into actions, just words. It's amazing how I pour everything out and feel fuller than I've been before I started.
It's my only escape from all of this. It's something I hold on to, something certain, when I don't know who or what my enemies are.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Team chill the fuck out and let the girl have the jacket.
It has only been a few weeks since I finished reading Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist after seeing it featured on my favorite teen magazine's website. Needless to say, I fell in love with the book, so I decided to see the movie.
It would be nice to go out and enjoy your teenage years not worrying about whether your parents are staying up waiting for you on the doorstep, and the only problem you'd have to deal with is the fact that your bitch of a best friend, whom you love dearly and always look for, is drunk again, and you are both in dire need of a ride home.
Now, enter the cute band member you've been checking out the whole night, and a crazy classmate who just won't get off your back and keeps rubbing it in your face that you don't have a boyfriend, and it should be even more fun.
This movie has something in it that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe it's my love for New York city, or that I'm undeniably a sucker for young love, and even those aren't enough to stop me from noticing the empty pauses; those moments when the actor seem to have nothing to say to each other despite the memorized scripts and given lines. Then again, it is a little clear in the book that our main characters are suffering from low self esteems, deliberately caused by their heartless exes who both showed up at the same place in one night. Still, I loved it.
Apart from the fact (it's given) that Norah is beautiful and Nick has a cute smile, I also can't help but love the other characters. There's Caroline, who's drunk for like 4/5 of the movie. Nick's friends are awesome. Tris is a bitch and Tal is an ass, but like I always say, exes are generally annoying. Some scenes made me laugh because of the bad jokes, and some scenes (specifically, the phone booth / restaurant one) made me wish I had someone to watch this movie with.
It also has a great soundtrack. I'm not even kidding when I say that. The opening credits rolled, and immediately, I'm hooked. I would have watched it solely for the music, it is that musically inclined, but the movie is interesting too. They gave it a different spin from the book, so that you don't really know what to expect even if you've read it.
All in all, I'll give it a 4 out of 5.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
It's hard to type with freshly applied nail polish on my fingers.
Blog post titles are awkward.
Hello! It's been a while. Two storms have passed my town and left my province under a state of calamity due to flooding, but thankfully my family and I are ok, except for that one time when flood water from our neighbor's yard actually got in our bathroom because of the sink hole (or whatever you call that hole where water is supposed to drain out).
So, apart from that and the numerous circumstances of power interruptions, things have been great around here. Can't believe the power of prayers. I used to think it was cheesy when people said that, but last Sunday, our Pastor told us a story of him asking God for even just a little radio so he could listen to music. This was way back when he was just starting to preach and they hardly had money. So he asked God for a little radio, and that very same day at dusk, his brother who worked for Coca Cola (don't know why it was mentioned that he worked for Coca Cola. Irrelevant.) came home with some friends carrying a box. So our Pastor asked what was inside the box, and his brother said it was a karaoke set. For those who just have no idea what a karaoke set is, Google it. Or better yet, let me tell you. It's a huge radio with a cassette player/recorder. In short, he was given more than he asked for.
I kinda thought that would be col if that would happen to me. So Sunday night, before I went to sleep, I said my usual prayer and then asked God to please, please, please help me be able to go watch Breaking Dawn with my friends on November 18th. I'm so petty, I know, but I didn't know where I'd get the money cause I'm jobless. Yesterday, my aunt came home and said that my mom sent us money. I thought it was Php 3,000 each, cause there was Php 6,000, so I was hysterical. I'd be able to go out for lunch with a friend this week and save the remaining for November. But my mom texted me in the evening and said I could only have Php 1,500 and Php 4,500 was for my sister t buy some new shoes. I was disappointed, but at least I could still go to lunch with my friend. After all, so much could happen in one month. So last night I prayed again to be ale to go to Breaking Dawn with my friends, and no one knew about this. This afternoon, my aunt told me that since my sister still has lots of money, she'd talk to her and ask her to give me Php 3,000! Yay! But my sister isn't home yet, so fingers crossed.
This morning, I was home alone and starving. i found some raw chicken in the pantry and started cutting it and frying it, then realized that I was so thirsty. I rummaged around my sister's room for some coins, like 3 pesos to buy ice, but I found none. then in my mind, I was like, God, please let there be stray money in my room. Then I went to my room, pulled out a Hello Kitty pouch, which, i expected to be empty, but to my surprise there was a 10 peso coin inside it. I was able tobuy myself a small bottle of 7Up.
Don't get me wrong. Jeez, I know I sound like such a Christian girl right now, but I make mistakes and stuff like that. everyone does. I'm just amazed, that's all. It's like magic. Maybe it was all just a coincidence, I don't know, but I do know that i prayed, accepted that the answer might be yes or no, and got yes, mostly. It's not like I'm saying everything I pray for will be given to me. Nope, I'm too human to think that way and I still have some wishes saved up inside me that haven't come true yet, and probably never will. I'm just saying it feels so good to have something to believe in. To sleep in my own house while two nasty storms rattled our roof and the trees, without any power supply, and have that faith that in the morning, this house would still be intact, and bless us, it was. It feels so good to face the world and know that people may hurt you physically, emotionally, but not spiritually. I like the certainty that I might die any minute now, that it might be brutal, and my body might not even be suitable for identification, but my soul would remain unharmed. I'm fearless.
Hello! It's been a while. Two storms have passed my town and left my province under a state of calamity due to flooding, but thankfully my family and I are ok, except for that one time when flood water from our neighbor's yard actually got in our bathroom because of the sink hole (or whatever you call that hole where water is supposed to drain out).
So, apart from that and the numerous circumstances of power interruptions, things have been great around here. Can't believe the power of prayers. I used to think it was cheesy when people said that, but last Sunday, our Pastor told us a story of him asking God for even just a little radio so he could listen to music. This was way back when he was just starting to preach and they hardly had money. So he asked God for a little radio, and that very same day at dusk, his brother who worked for Coca Cola (don't know why it was mentioned that he worked for Coca Cola. Irrelevant.) came home with some friends carrying a box. So our Pastor asked what was inside the box, and his brother said it was a karaoke set. For those who just have no idea what a karaoke set is, Google it. Or better yet, let me tell you. It's a huge radio with a cassette player/recorder. In short, he was given more than he asked for.
I kinda thought that would be col if that would happen to me. So Sunday night, before I went to sleep, I said my usual prayer and then asked God to please, please, please help me be able to go watch Breaking Dawn with my friends on November 18th. I'm so petty, I know, but I didn't know where I'd get the money cause I'm jobless. Yesterday, my aunt came home and said that my mom sent us money. I thought it was Php 3,000 each, cause there was Php 6,000, so I was hysterical. I'd be able to go out for lunch with a friend this week and save the remaining for November. But my mom texted me in the evening and said I could only have Php 1,500 and Php 4,500 was for my sister t buy some new shoes. I was disappointed, but at least I could still go to lunch with my friend. After all, so much could happen in one month. So last night I prayed again to be ale to go to Breaking Dawn with my friends, and no one knew about this. This afternoon, my aunt told me that since my sister still has lots of money, she'd talk to her and ask her to give me Php 3,000! Yay! But my sister isn't home yet, so fingers crossed.
This morning, I was home alone and starving. i found some raw chicken in the pantry and started cutting it and frying it, then realized that I was so thirsty. I rummaged around my sister's room for some coins, like 3 pesos to buy ice, but I found none. then in my mind, I was like, God, please let there be stray money in my room. Then I went to my room, pulled out a Hello Kitty pouch, which, i expected to be empty, but to my surprise there was a 10 peso coin inside it. I was able tobuy myself a small bottle of 7Up.
Don't get me wrong. Jeez, I know I sound like such a Christian girl right now, but I make mistakes and stuff like that. everyone does. I'm just amazed, that's all. It's like magic. Maybe it was all just a coincidence, I don't know, but I do know that i prayed, accepted that the answer might be yes or no, and got yes, mostly. It's not like I'm saying everything I pray for will be given to me. Nope, I'm too human to think that way and I still have some wishes saved up inside me that haven't come true yet, and probably never will. I'm just saying it feels so good to have something to believe in. To sleep in my own house while two nasty storms rattled our roof and the trees, without any power supply, and have that faith that in the morning, this house would still be intact, and bless us, it was. It feels so good to face the world and know that people may hurt you physically, emotionally, but not spiritually. I like the certainty that I might die any minute now, that it might be brutal, and my body might not even be suitable for identification, but my soul would remain unharmed. I'm fearless.
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