Day 21: Pet Peeves
One of my number one pet peeves has got to be people playing with their chewing gum. It’s so gross. I mean I can handle it in a life or death situation but otherwise pleaseeeee keep that stuff away from me.
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Day 18: Where I want to be in 10 years
a very controversial question. people seem unsatisfied when i tell them that i just pray for peace that passes understanding and perseverance to push through whatever God has planned. But everyone seems to want a legit or concrete answer. uhm, well Earth??? i want to be on Earth??? is that good enough??
honestly, i just want to be surrounded by people who encourage me daily to keep fighting the good fight and to stay true to myself as a reflection of who Christ is.
UNICEF. i want to work somewhere like UNICEF idk. bruhhhhhh God’s will be done.
blog challenge
so obvs I havent been diligent in this and with that being said, I shall resume my blogging once again! whats up guise?
Day 12: Favourite Quote
“Carpe diem et memento mori” it’s Latin for Seize the day but remember [that] you die. It’s kind of like “YOLO” but with meaning. To me, it means you must be cautious with how you “seize” your day. Cautious doesn’t have to mean boring. Depending on how you see it, being cautious is making sure your loved ones would still get to see you later that day scathed or unscathed.
Day 6: three traits I’m proud of
- I’m extremely forgiving. I forgive very easily as in, we can become best friends. Like nothing ever happened. Not even being fake. For realsies. And I honestly don’t think it’s a bad thing. I mean, I should definitely tell people when they’ve wronged me obvs! But I won’t let it get to me. Like, If you break something I lent to you, I wont be so anal about it. But I definitely will think twice before lending something to and ask for your reassurance. Just to let you know, not to screw up again…. I’ll still lend it to you even after you broke it the 5th time. Just like how Jesus chose to die for me and to love me even though I’m a sinner who chooses to do bad or think bad, He still loved me. And im just trying to show other people the same kind of Love.
- I don’t care about my appearance too much. I care enough to look decent so as not to offend anyone. But I don’t try to look good to attract attention. Like, I seldom ever wear make-up. But at the same time I loooove lipstick an mascara kthanksbye
- I care a lot about others. I’m super loving towards people. I like to give my time and efforts to people even if I don’t know you too well… and a lot of the times, I get hurt or taken advantage of… but like what I stated in #1…. 🙂
Day 5: Guilty Pleasure
i love massages.
I will always get a massage. anytime, anywhere!
I feel guilty because one time, i ate only two meals a day for a week so i could afford a really nice massage. i really love massages.
Day 3: Meaning of your blog name
Diary of a daily dreamer comes from the fact that I was always told by everyone around me to get my head out of the clouds. My parents would scold me because my teachers would tell them that all I do in class was daydream. And I still do. I dream before I fall asleep, I dream when I look out the window or whenever I’m eating. I dream. Not of anything important either. Just random “what if’s” and “Can I stir my spoon using my mind?” kind of dreams. I thought of writing as a safe way to not look stupid staring off into space. At least I look smart writing onto a notebook. I used to write whatever I was thinking of. And my thoughts would go as far as the kind of weapons I would carry during a zombie apocalypse to wishing I could multiply money so that I can treat my friends with all the food cause they deserve the world for tolerating me. It was a diary 🙂 and this is my new diary. So welcome to the Diary of a daily Dreamer!
day 1: Who am I?
Hi. My name is Romeena Klai Del Rosario Balayo but my friends call me ASH. I was born in the beautiful Republic of Palau on January 22, 1996 (I’ll have you do the math for my age). I’ve lived in many places and my heart will still always long for the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. Or the screams of the mental patients at 3am coming from the behavioural health facility right by my house… Just kidding, those screams always aghast me. I like to write about my feelings because I like to talk about myself but since no one listens, I write instead. Or type. Whatever.
I gave my heart to Jesus April 12, 2010 and followed my Saviour through water baptism. I was baptized by my own earthly father. Both my parents worked as Missionaries with Pacific Mission FELLOWSHIP (lol). I do not appreciate bigotry in any way, shape, or form. I love all in the same way Jesus loves me… uhmmmm what else? I love Coffee Jelly!!! And Coffee an anything flavoured coffee and just mmm Coffee :3 ok thanks bye!
Underwater
So i broke my skull open jumping into waters I had no knowledge of. Legit just dove in and now my head is cracked and im bleeding through my eyeballs. I had no idea what I was getting myself into before I got into it.
You see,
All my life I wanted to be an accountant. Ask anyone who knew me before I graduated highschool. Since I was getting E’s for EXCELLENT in kindergarten I would tell my parents that I wanted to be an accountant like aunty Mel. I was told that I had to memorize my times table. So I did. I was told I had to have straight A’s in my report card. Well I tried (I’d get a B in my Palauan and Science…). My math and English were always the highest grades I got. Math and English became boring because they were so easy for me.
Well here I am… in college (finally). And boy am I struggling to keep my head above the waters. Or rather, I’m at the bottom and all the help I’m getting is this straw that I’m breathing out of. The problem is, I did not test the waters before I dove in. I never researched on what accounting truly was. I just knew that I wanted to be an accountant like aunty Mel.
But since I’m here, I have to survive. I literally cannot afford to shift my course. I just don’t have the money. What broke my heart is when my Accounting professor asked me if I wanted to shift my course because I was not doing well in any of my exams or tests or quizzes. Homework and classwork was fine since I would have help from my classmates and my tutor whom I hired out of desperation. I’m not stupid I swear… But this definitely was a stupid move.
Test the waters before you dive in kids. Always.
Failure is not an option
Living with people who are nothing like you is really difficult. It’s the reason I couldn’t survive in America. But these people are not going to be responsible for me. So you wanna kno what happens if I fail a class? Do you? …Well, I’m in college only because of a scholarship. So if I fail, I’m out. Simple as that. I need to find the right friends and fast! NEEED to find nerds……… O_O need… to become a nerd!
I can’t fail. I can’t fail. I can’t fail.
I’m praying no one asks me how I’m doing. I just might break. I’m so close t just losing it AGAIN. I can’t go back to that dark place. I just want to graduate and get going with my life. God put a vision in my heart and I’m going to get there by His grace. But when? And how?
Discontinued Dreams
I just feel so discouraged. I worked so hard to get into that school in Canada and then just as I was assigned a dorm and got to know my future roommate and dorm mates through facebook, I was told that I couldn’t go to school there anymore. My parents told me time and time again that it was impossible to go there. I guess they were right. My dream was too big. I have to come back down to Earth and dream a little smaller? I thought God was leading me there. EVERYTHING fell into place! I didn’t even need to pay an application fee when I applied to go to that school! They said my SATs were fine even though I KNOW I didn’t score well. There was a plan and everything. And then…
And then…
*poof*
My dream school since sophomore year. So close. (Literally was just a 5 hour drive from me) yet so far away. And now it seems impossible. Now every dream I dream seems impossible. I never even got the chance to step foot into the campus. My parents think it was my fault. They think it’s cause I didn’t work hard enough. Maybe that’s true. I could make all the excuses I want. But they don’t care about excuses. They only care about output. IM NOT A MOTHER! How would I know what a child wants and how to care for them!? She didn’t want to be a mother either! She revolves her kids around her agenda and makes it look like a sacrifice. I guess that’s how it is in America. She’s a great friend though. She gave me so much wisdom. Actually, they were really nice to let me live with them. I would never do that again.
My dream school from sophomore year. I had the chance. And I blew it. What else am I gonna wreck?
Diary of a daily Dreamer 