kulotakobakit:

Doing what you like is Freedom,

Liking what you do is Happiness,

Live your life to the Fullest,

Explore Life and learn from your experiences,

Look forward on your upcoming challenges,

Be Strong and have Faith with God,

Soar High and Be Positive,

Read more at  http://quotes.dictionary.com/If_a_man_would_allot_half_an_hour#11R4rjSmBZiv0VoQ.99

Now that’s a good work-out. Looks fun too! 

(via abookofthoughts)

rarrr rabiosa! ratata! ツ

The Dark Knight Rises 

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey opens December 14, 2012. 

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves,
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon’s ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
And like a tide it roared and rolled.
The branches groaned, the forest moaned,
And leaves were laid upon the mould.

The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
Its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
The reeds were rattling—on it went.
O’er shaken pool under heavens cool,
Where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon’s lair:
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
Over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sale upon the gale,
And stars were fanned to leaping light.

Under the Mountain dark and tall,
The King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread,
And ever so his foes shall fall!

The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong.
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung.

The mountain throne once more is freed!
O! Wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste!
The king of freind and kin has need.

Now call we over the mountains cold,
‘Come back unto the caverns old!’
Here at the gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.

The king has come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away, ere break of day
Far over the wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell.
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!

I shun pictures. Most of the time, I don’t like the results of those shots. It shows how insecure I am of how I look which really dispels any over confidence perception of me. I always tell people, those who hams around the camera are the confident ones, not me. If I could hide, be invisible, I’ll prefer that than dreading to see the results.

But browsing through pictures taken from the past by friends, I realized, hey! these aren’t so bad. I’m not really fat. The only time that I looked heavy was a few months after my mom died and that time when I was still working out and going to the gym regularly. Yup! I got really big while I was working out. My energy level was high; I was moving a lot and eating a lot as well. But I wasn’t really conscious of how big or small I am at that time. As far as I know, I Iooked great.  I only started feeling conscious when my boyfriend at that time remarked that I’d look great in what I’m wearing if I could lose a little weight. I was pretty shocked when I heard it. Well the first thing I did was get rid of that boyfriend. The nerve!

A few weeks after that I also stopped going to the gym. I started focusing on what I eat and drink. I made sure that I load up on fiber and drink at least 3 liters of water per day. The weight just whittled away. I’m well within my ideal weight. I’ve gained 5 lbs. recently, but still within the limit for my age and height.

Another insecurity of mine is the color of my skin. I absolutely hate my pasty white skin. My saving grace is my perpetual blush that gives me color and seems to tell people that this girl is alive. That blush is there due to my hypersensitivity to the elements. I’ve already accepted that I won’t be able to get that tanned look I desperately covet. I just look and envy my friends who are blessed with it.

You’re right to think, that worrying about how you look is very superficial. I agree, but unfortunately for me, my demeanor depends on how I perceive myself. I needed to believe that before I walk out that door that I look okay. Otherwise, I’ll walk around wishing that nobody could see me.

I could go on and on but most of my friends won’t ever believe that I’m insecure. They’ll argue that I don’t act like it at all.  I guess willing yourself to be confident can compensate and could go a long way. I get the same remark on interviews. When I claim to be nervous the interviewer would feign surprise and point out that I don’t look it and that I actually look pretty confident.

This is what I call self love. One must practice and master it, in order for others to love them back.   Now what else am I wishing for? Oh, yup! I could carry a tune and give Adele a run for her money. Practice, practice and more practice; I’ll probably pull it off. Now, how do I go about making this place sound proof? Hmmm