Am I Happy?

It’s that time of the year again. A time when another number is magically added to my age. Ever since I’ve reached my 3rd decade years back, somehow I kept constantly forgetting my age after that — believe me when I say that it was not intentional. It seemed like my consciousness has decided to stop counting, and if ever anyone dared to ask me of my age, I would have to whip my trusted phone out just to calculate. As if that isn’t enough of a sign of just how old I am becoming.

Time sure goes by fast. I feel like I should force myself to take a moment’s pause just so I could contemplate on things that had happened thus far in the past year and so. And as I am here, sitting at the back of a taxi writing this, I wonder if today I am finally able to answer my life’s recurrent question… “Are you happy Kim?”

“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” 
— Abraham Lincoln

Happiness has always been my life’s ultimate goal and so is probably everyone and asking myself this question every year on my birthday allows me to see things in my life perspectively. However, I often wonder if doing so is a healthy thing as I can’t help but shed a tear or two whenever I can’t answer in the affirmative. There are just so many things I wish I could do and hope to achieve that life tends to get really frustrating when everything seems to be going in the opposite direction.

We often hear people say that if we want something, then we should make it happen, but then making things happen is always easier said than done. Others, who are more accepting, would be telling you otherwise that things may just not happen for a reason; but then my curious nature would constantly wonder “what could the reason be?”. I can’t help but feel stuck in more ways than one as I hear an invisible clock ticking somewhere in the distance telling me to “HURRY UP!” or worse, “TIME’s UP!”

“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” 
— Omar Khayyám (The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám)

However, as I again grow another year older and hopefully wiser, one other part of me thinks slightly differently. The part, that despite all of life’s vexations, sings praise for this added year of life. The part that sees this as an opportunity to achieve its ultimate goal of happiness — of attaining inner peace and contented bliss.

No matter how long this quest for happiness will take, it will be a roller coaster ride. Always full of ups and downs, twists and turns — an epitome of dangerous thrills and more.

One hell of a crazy and fun ride…

    “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” 
— Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)




I’m at it again. This unwanted feeling of monotonousness is making me numb. It occurs every year – like when something happens that makes you fall into boredom’s abyss. At least that’s what I was feeling as of late, not that everybody knows that, but my complete lack of attentiveness on certain aspects of my daily life is telling me that I have to do something quick to break the state of ennui I’m in.

I haven’t posted a blog in a while. I cannot seem to concentrate on a task properly and all I’ve done as of late was check out Netflix, watch random videos on youtube, and binge myself on Kpop. And you know what? Every time I’m on my Kpop/Jpop fix, it meant only one thing – my life’s excitement is at an all-time low and listening to Kpop/Jpop, which has always been my guilty pleasure, is my surefire refuge at moments like this.

For months, I’ve been wanting to read some of the books I’ve hoarded since last year, but to no avail. There was this book titled “Demian” by Hermann Hesse that I really wanted to read. I have the ebook already saved. The book piqued my interest after learning that the music video of one my favorite Kpop groups was inspired by this book. The MV itself was very fascinating. The thought that it was inspired by that book is definitely something I know I should check out. However, my current attention span is limited and I lose focus a lot. I’ve read the first few lines and I just can’t concentrate on it so I end up not continuing.

Anyway, I do have a lot of things I wanted to blog. My list is piling up and as time goes by I’m no longer sure if I’ll be able to do it all. I guess I’ll just have to try again some time…

Let me end this post with the MV inspired by Demian. The song is called Blood, Sweat, and Tears by BTS.




Prompt Halt

I have decided to put a halt on my journal prompt challenge. I am terribly disappointed that I had to do this because I was really looking forward to writing about the topics in the prompt. My aim for doing it was to have fun, which I did; however, I was busy with a lot of things in my life right now that I just needed to prioritize for a bit.

I don’t plan to take a break for a long time; I think a day or two of “reality time” would be enough and I know that continuing with the journal prompt will not allow me to do so, so I understand that I needed to stop.


Anyway, I guess that’s it. Ciao for now! ❤

Between Honesty and Lies

The world is full of hypocrites. Yep! I said it, and there’s no more delicate way to put it.

I dislike hypocrites. Probably one of the things I hate in this world. They are people who say one thing but does another. They talk and talk but never walk the walk. Unfortunately, I am surrounded by some people who fall into this category. Even if I have the option to get rid of these people in my life, it’s not easy since an aspect of my life would be affected, and it currently goes hand in hand. It’s an everyday battle that merely makes me angry at myself. Because to survive meant I have to tolerate such hypocrisy by feigning indifference or acting like nothing is wrong.

One thing that infuriates me to the core is how people would pretend to “genuinely” agree with you then once you show your back that’s when the 3-headed monsters appear. They don’t really agree with you. They just don’t want to seem selfish or bad or unreasonable.


I am a very straightforward person, but I am not mean nor do I have any intentions to hurt. I do sometimes become brutally frank, but those are situations wherein I got fed up, so I say things as I feel at the moment. But because of this attitude, I don’t hold grudges and I easily forgive once everything is settled and apologies are made. Always, after an outburst of emotion, I do feel guilty once the heat of the moment dies down and I’m able to contemplate on what I’ve said… how I could have said things differently or used a different word or just plain sugar coat things.

It’s very stressing. Really!

You know how people say that they prefer the truth more than the lies? How they say that they can handle the truth?


It’s a lie! NO ONE can handle the truth. I, who consider myself a straightforward person, is sensitive to the truth. However, but because of my blunt personality, I am able to appreciate (once I get over the hurt) the person who is brave enough to tell the truth in my face. I get hurt. I may even cry, but that’s it. It’s normal. The truth will always hurt if you are guilty of something. That’s just the way it is. Whether or not a person tells the truth “as a matter of fact” or “under a pile of sugar”, the truth will always sting where it should. It is how a person is able to handle the truth that reveals the fine line between personal maturity and utter ignorance.

I just wish people would just be upfront with their feelings instead of just talking about it behind someone’s back. Misunderstandings occur because of such misgivings. An unresolved issue will only fester and consume a person into negativity.


It’s not easy being honest, but it’s always better than being fake.

Welcoming 2017 with a blog name anew!

Hello 2017! Years have been flying faster than a shinkansen these days, I’m not sure if I can keep up, but heck if I will allow myself to get left behind. I’m not getting any younger and enjoying all the things life will throw at me is certainly my goal and resolution for this year. Hopefully my lucky stars this 2017 won’t fail me. *fingers-crossed*

So for the start of this year, I’ve decided to finally change my blog name. A lot of thought has definitely transpired before making this decision. I know it’s not a simple task to change something you’ve had since forever, but change is the only thing constant in this world and most of the time, change is a good thing.

There are a number of blog names I can think of for my site, but I’ve decided that this is the perfect one for me.


I’ve always wanted a fanciful name for my blog and amazingly another name for fanciful is “whimsical”. Yes, my imagination knows no bounds. Ha!

Anyways, I first thought of using my Instagram and Twitter caption “Wanderlust and Pixie Dust”, since this is something I’ve originally coined that I feel describes the real me perfectly. However, I was disappointed when I saw another blog with almost the same name, except hers was “Pixie Dust & Wanderlust”. And here I thought I was being original. Never did I realize there’s someone out there who thinks similarly and would think of using it as a blog name as well.

Oh well, I’ve moved on from the disappointment and now I’m sticking with “Quintessentially Whimsical”.