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101909: date that changed my life. And my name. :)
Hi! I’m Mia Dagal. Twenty-four years old (at least still for the next 14 days) and living in Cavite. Filipino by heart, by mind, and by fact (not physically though, ‘cos I’ve always been mistaken as a Chinese). I’m an Assumptionist. CPA since October 2009. I work as an Auditor in Makati, I’ve been to Internal and now exploring External. Photography Enthusiast. Aspiring Runner.
Check out pages above my flying-kiss picture. I believe they're worth a click. :)
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Hi! I’m Mia Dagal. Twenty-four years old (at least still for the next 14 days) and living in Cavite. Filipino by heart, by mind, and by fact (not physically though, ‘cos I’ve always been mistaken as a Chinese). I’m an Assumptionist. CPA since October 2009. I work as an Auditor in Makati, I’ve been to Internal and now exploring External. Photography Enthusiast. Aspiring Runner.
Check out pages above my flying-kiss picture. I believe they're worth a click. :)
All content © Mia Dagal unless otherwise specified, and is not to be used without her permission. The opinions expressed here do not represent those of any organizations, individuals, or companies that Mia might be affiliated with or employed by.
Posts tagged "freedom"
I have so much to say. But apparently, in this country and industry, there’s no such thing as freedom of speech.
There is. Yes. But if you practice, you’re totally screwed. So, doesn’t it equate to nil?
You tell me. And prove me wrong.
It’s a free country, but: I need a license to drive, a license to work, a permit to protest, a permit to make changes to my own house, a license to get married, I can’t grow vegetables in my front yard, I can’t buy raw milk, I can’t fly without being searched and molested, I can be arrested for taking video of the police, I can go to jail for handing out fliers or for wearing a hat in court, I can have everything I own taken from me just on the accusation that I have drugs in my house, and I can be targeted for assassination if I disagree with the government. I don’t call this “freedom”. Am I missing something?
Eris Pandora (via liberationfrequency)
(via halfadams)
Somehow, it has gotten into me.
I’m afraid I might lose myself.
One always has to adjust for others. What for? To live the ideal life. The life that everybody wants and dreams of.
Reality sucks. Cos in reality, there’s really no such thing as being independent. You can’t do everything by yourself, even for yourself. It always has to involve other people.
Then, people judge.
