anicoles

ripped at every edge but is a masterpiece

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍁

Entry No. 06: To Which She Embodied a Wild, Wild Persona

With limited time & a wardrobe enough to join weekly get-up activities, I have decided to out these stuff together during our General Assembly. Hahaha. I had fun choosing which garments to wear together to somehow fit the theme, and I’d like to think that I did not disappoint myself. I liked my fit here!! Hahaha.

I had some goofy time with my friends and fun shoots barely had 30 minutes intervals. Hahaha. I enjoy dressing up from time to time with the people I enjoy being around with. They contributed to the confidence that I muster whenever I get up. I appreciate that we put in some effort, but not to a point of competition. It was fun! I love having girl’s girls. I’d like to believe that I am also a girl’s girl, cheering on their times of glimmer, beauty, and shimmer.

Wild support feeds gratitude to tamed hearts.

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍁

Entry No. 05: To Which She Steps Foot Outside

It has been quite a while since I went out of my apartment. When I found out that we’d have a long break from work due to the holidays, I really went ahead of myself and planned on not stepping outside all throughout the break. Haha. I shopped for groceries that I estimated to last until the first working day of 2026, the day which I’m probably gonna get out for because I have work. Haha.

It was quite a feeling. I thought to myself, “Whaaat, it’s the first time I went out of the house gates since 2025. Haha. I liked the feeling. It’s not it’s new to me. I do isolate a lot whenever I get the chance. I love it. I have a thousand ideas to make the most out of my time. I’m never bored. I’m not sad because I’m in isolation. I’m not sad whenever I’m alone. I love it when I’m alone. I LOOOOVE MY SPACE. So much. Hahaha. But I do respect the fact that man is a social being, so I don’t really take it personally if I have to go out again for work.

I have work, I’m grateful for it. It may feel a little melancholic to put a stop to my 2-week lifestyle, but it was never supposed to last. It was a break for a reason, and I can say that I made the most of my break—at least in my opinion, the only one that matters on this matter, by the way. 😉 Haha.

So, yeah, it’s really here—2026 is. With renewed obligations, with adventures awaiting, and with memories to either recall, relive, or rebuke. There’s always an option, it’s just a matter of practical and smart choosing.

Having choices is a quiet luxury that we often take for granted, though.

[sheabutterbitch]

I’m really smart and beautiful and sometimes I don’t believe that but that doesn’t stop it from being true

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍁

Entry No. 04: To Which She Looks Back on Her Actions

Today, I heard the question, “Were we the people we were capable of being?” And that prompted me to think: Woah, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t but, dang, what did I do with the past year, really?

I spent lotsa time with friends from work, friends from high school, and friends that I’ve made & carried from the past to my precious present. I’m glad I did. I’m such an antisocial and my time really matters to me. So it makes me glad that I spent it thoughtfully. Maybe not always thoughtfully, because I wasted lots of my time doomscrolling too, but it’s done. All I can do is learn from it now. Haha.

I thank these people for the respect they’ve given me. I may not be the best drinking buddy, but they appreciate my sober presence too. Haha. I thank them for giving importance to my opinions, too, because I just realized that some opinions have to he voiced out. I hope that they’re aware of how important it was for me to be heard, too, as much as I value their honesty & opinions.

I knew that this photo dump series is going to remind me a lot of what I was so busy doing last year, aside from the initial intention of uploading media on Tumblr so I could free up some space. Haha. I’m so grateful for having this kind of avenue, you know. I’m so grateful to my younger self for finding ways to steam off whatever it was that’s been weighing heavy on her. Today, I also get to experience the fun, peace, & enriching side of Tumblr that I mostly appreciate now that I’m older.

I appreciate every chance I let myself immerse in the very intimate domain of Tumblr. You see, sometimes I don’t even open Tumblr to the point where it gets offloaded from my phone because I used to run out of storage. Haha. But I loooove Tumblr. It’s so personal, so intimate, and so raw. I love it for me.

I’m glad to be here.

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍂

Entry No. 03: To Which She Got Into A Christmas Party Galore

December (November even 😭) really had me participating in numerous Christmas Parties for different reasons. The first one I went to was our End of Year Fantasy in November. Then we had ARTA’s General Assembly during the first week of December, followed by IPRD’s Christmas Party during the second week, and lastly, ODG’s Christmas Party on the third.

I had different levels of fun in each party. I realized that I enjoyed them regardless of who I participated with because I chose to. It did matter to have the people I have closer bonds around. I also mattered that I was actively participating. These events may have passed but they left marks like these photos to remember them with.

Lord, thank You for giving me people that I can have fun with, people that I can seek warmth from when I’m feeling cold in a crowd, and that You for giving me the mental & physical strength participate in these activities.

To more joyous occasions in 2026!

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍁

Entry No. 2: To Which I Am Taught To Celebrate Oneself

When I least expected it, I was celebrated by people around me. I wasn’t trying to downplay the situation, I was just not truly accustomed to celebrating my wins loudly. However, I’m really thankful for the people around me—my close friends at work—for celebrating my win as loud as they could. 🥺

They kept on reminding me that I deserve it, that I earned it, and that it’s such a happy occurrence. It’s touching and at some times, left me awestruck. The way they shared happiness over my achievement made my heart full and happy. Again, I’m not used to celebrating loudly, I’m already happy with the thought and thankful for the opportunity. But I have to say it: this time, this kind of celebration and appreciation, is teaching me how to celebrate myself properly. 🤧

I never thought that celebrating myself was bad; I just didn’t think I deserved such. But they thought & showed me I do and I’m happy aboyt it.

Dear Anne Nicole,

Thank you for letting this moment happen. Thank you for allowing this kind of celebration and acknowledgement. I know you’re not used to it, but it felt nice and right and joyful. You’re doing well and I hope that you let yourself take it all in—but never let it into your head. Instead, take it as an inspiration to do well, serve better, and excel.

Way to go, kid. 😊

[goldcoasthoney]

[huhnicoles]

🍄‍🟫: Photo Dumps of January 🍂

Entry No. 01: To Which I Am Reminded of What’s Passed

As the New Year unfolds, I am reminded by some email excerpts from The Daily Stoic that 2025 is dead and gone. Yes, it is. It has passed. But the memories remain, the lessons are the same, and although I’m determined to become a whole lot better person than I was in the year that passed, I also wanted to honour the experience that taught me how to be a better person for myself, for the convictions that I want to uphold, and for the Anne Nicole that awaits me in the far future.

Here the first entry of my January Challenge! Am I nervous? Yes! Why, you ask? Haha. I am going to try and be consistent, that is an absolute thing, but I can’t help but be nervous about how I’ll make it. All I know is that I want to—I want to make it. And I think that’s a good start.

<3

[mournfulroses]

Charlotte Brontë, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charlotte Brontë

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[nixscriptum]

[feral-ballad]

Rachel Eliza Griffiths, from Seeing the Body: Poems; “Cathedral of the snake & saint”

[Text ID: “a grief / only a god could wrestle from / my soul.”]

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[mournfulroses]

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

[mournfulroses]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

[feral-ballad]

Mosab Abu Toha, from Forest of Noise: Poems; "To my Mother, staying in an UNRWA school shelter in the Jabalia Camp"

[Text ID: "I need you / You are my better heart when I feel I am about to die."]

[huhnicoles]

Hay.

Here we go again. After spending barely a day with her, she’ll have me thinking about her the entire day for a whole damn month. This is quite unfair, don’t you think? But then again, who asked me to take this road? No one. I willingly took the path, one foot in front of the other. Smile after smile; one look after another. Hay. Yes, the 2 consecutive representation of sighs are both sighs of helplessness. I’m well aware that this has no means of going mutually further and what’s crazy is that I don’t mind.

I am happy when she’s around. I feel like I could watch her be her usual silly self and be completely content of what’s in front of me. She’s such a sunshine, she’s such a role model too, and she’s truly a force to reckon with—despite her tiny frame. Hahaha. Hay. Now there’s the sigh of adoration. Hahaha.

You weren’t there when she beamed at me prettily while we were onboard a ship from Bacolod to Iloilo. You weren’t there when she entered the hotel premises with such a bright aura to a point where I felt like my heavy burdens were just lifted. You weren’t there when she was whispering funny remarks to my ears. You weren’t there when I was too happy to be given the chance to stand beside her as I pose giddily for the camera. You weren’t there when she was being all little silly bee with a big smile on her face as if she owns and enjoys the silliness of the moment. You weren’t there when our arms would repeatedly touch and none of us scooted to opposite sides.

I was there all along.

I was there with such a happy heart, even when I knew that the moments I was enjoying were mere fleeting ones that I’d undoubtedly replay on my mind for countless of times. I was a happy little kid that enjoyed living in the moment because I’ll never know when I’d get to live that again.

I was happy there. With her. Looking at her, talking to her, knowing that she’s just as present as I am in a single room full of people. I miss her, I won’t deny that. I’m too lazy to post here in my Tumblr, but I know I could no longer hold these thoughts in. My feelings are far too much to be contained and controlled without any outlet.

Hay. That one would be a longing sigh. Haha. I miss Miss Janine.