Some women color their lips red.Not me, I like to color mine with good words instead.Some women curl their lashes hard.Not me, I want mine soft to catch my tears.Some women need too blush their cheeks pink.Not mine, mine blush by themselves when I’m tickled pink.Some women close their eyes to show off their eye shadow.Not me, I want mine open to see the world.Some women take pains to pretty up their faces.Not me, I would rather take pains in prettying up the world.Some women think I look plain and dull without color on my face.Not me, if you look hard enough you’ll see I am wearing a rainbow.
Sunday, May 9, 2021
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
I was attending an awarding ceremony (it looked a lot like my clinical graduation) and I, myself, was one of the awardees. The facilitator asked us to form a line so that we can go up the stage properly and orderly. I was so excited to receive my award! I waited for my turn and when the emcee called my name, I walked up the stage gracefully (despite the fact that my feet hurt because of the high-heeled shoes I am wearing) and proudly with my head held up high, completely aware of my proud family watching me go up the stage. I was like, “This is it! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for!” As I finally reached the center of the stage, I realized that the person giving the awards was a student - a student younger than me. Her face wasn’t familiar but she was wearing our college’s uniform. Flashing my biggest smile, I met her at the center of the stage. She gave me my award. A certificate. I haven’t read about the citation but what caught my attention was the Tagalog words written along the edges of the certificate. Words like “mayabang”, “hindi makatao”, and “mayaman kasi” were written there, screaming to my face. I was shocked! WTF! Was this really my award? So, in a trying-to-be-calm voice, I asked the student,
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Ever since I was a kid, I already knew how to control my emotions. Especially anger and sadness. I don’t scream in a crowd when I’m angry. I don’t cry in front of people when I’m sad. Whenever I have these outburst of feelings, I quietly leave the crowd and find a private spot (bedroom, rest room, etc) where I can cry and curse without anyone noticing.
Some of my friends asked how, how do I manage to control my emotions? My answer to them is that I don’t want my emotions to rule over me. I don’t want to do things that I will regret after. I don’t want to hurt other people with the words that might come out of my mouth. I may be faking my emotions in front of people, smiling when I am on the verge of crying and keeping my cool when the truth is I just wanna punch people in the face but this is me. This is how I handle my emotions. I don’t want to leave permanent impressions because of my temporary emotions.
Monday, November 16, 2015
FAKING SMILES. You fake smiles. You pretend to be happy so that people will stop asking why. You’ll be amazed to find out that you’ve still got reasons to smile.
HAVING A GOOD CRY. Sometimes, a good cry will help. It will not remove the pain but somehow it will ease the pain. Pain demands to be felt. You have to feel it until it pains no more. Do not be afraid of feeling pain. As humans, we are vulnerable and feeling pain is always a sign of being human. However, be careful of feeling pain. Don’t let pain numb you. It’s supposed to make you stronger but not make your heart numb and cold.
A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON. A sincere hug is a good encouragement. It means that other people care for you. It shows love and concern. However, there are still times when you feel alone and all you have is yourself. When that happens, just seize the moment! Enjoy the solitude. Hug yourself. After all, you really are not alone. Someone’s looking after you. A more powerful being that is greater than Depression and braver than Loneliness is watching over you.
Remember: We do not have to chase after “happiness” because true happiness does not need chasing. It is not something far away or unattainable. All we have to do is to be optimistic that after all the storms there will always be a rainbow. :)
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Before. Miles "Pudge" Halter's whole existence has been one big nonevent, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave the "Great Perhaps" (François Rabelais, poet) even more. Then he heads off to the sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, and anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska Young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed-up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young, who is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart.
After. Nothing is ever the same.
GENRE: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance