I have been called the heartless, stone cold, indifferent, emotion-less one, and the list even goes on and on. But then I do not care what they say, I do not care whether or not they see my emotions. I have no plans on showing them, anyway. It is not that I do not care altogether, though, I just do not like getting deeply involved with things. This is what, who, and how I am, and they cannot do anything about it.
Life in the city can sometimes be overwhelming. It is fast and demanding. It requires you to exert a lot of effort and forces you to take it up a notch every single day. A simple and ordinary day in the city does not seem so simple and ordinary at all. It is a challenge, heck, it is always and indeed a challenge, and you are always up for it. But then it tires you. Life in the city is not what you have always wanted, because you come to a point where everything just exhausts you. It drains your whole system; it sucks the energy out of your body.
It’s official. Tonight is the last night of vacation and I don’t even know how to make it worthwhile. I haven’t prepared my school bag, my mom hasn’t given me my allowance, and I haven’t finished my The O.C. marathon. Well, the first week’s a bit chill so I think I’d still have time to finish the last season.
Anyway, this would’ve been a ‘Motivational Monday’ post but, go figure, I was so lazy today. I thought I’d just lay in bed all day since I will not get the chance to do it when my classes start. I’m not just ready to go back to school. Ugh, I don’t even know how to write anymore. One month of semestral/Christmas break just made me even lazier. I need my motivation back but then again I was not motivated enough this morning to motivate myself. Does that even make sense? Pfft, whatever.
Okay, I’ve posted enough non-sense on my blog that I bet no one ever reads. I’ll take it from here, I got a school to go back to tomorrow. Later!
Love and light,
Recently I got a haircut and came up with these stages. I was, and still am, literally this post.
- The ‘Hair-spiration’ Stage
– You see someone just got a haircut and think, “Ooh, new hair new life.” So it kind of inspired you to get a haircut as well. Now here’s the dillema. To trim or to major chop? Of course, you consult the internet. Thank God you have Google, Weheartit, Pinterest, etc. You start saving every cute haircut for your face shape to your camera roll. Comparing each and every style you have saved, you still can’t decide which one to get.
- The ‘Cut It Out’ Stage
– This is it. You have already chosen which style to ‘get inspiration from’. Your stylist looks at it, hesitantly. It gives you the fear. The fear of actually having your hair cut. But you start showing him more pictures, actually asking him which suits you better. You agree to ‘The One‘ and now they start shampooing and blow drying your hair. This is it. There’s no turning back.
- The ‘Hey It’s Not That Bad’ Stage
– You step out of the salon feeling your new chop. Walking around the town flaunting your new hair. You take a selfie, showing your followers what a cute new hair you have. But the longer you stare at it, the ugly it gets. And uglier, and uglier. Then you realize that it is not entirely miserable and it’s not that bad. You could totally live with it for a couple of weeks. It will grow out.
- The ‘I Don’t Care, I Love It’ Stage
– Finally, a good hair day! You’ve waited long enough for this day to come. This only means one thing, SELFIES!!! You just can’t wait for more days like this. Then you realize, you can have good hair day everyday. You get too giddy to wake up a little earlier than the usual so you could have your new daily hair care rituals in the morning. More selfies!! Now you become the new ‘Hair-spiration’ for others.
Love and light,
So these past weeks, there’s this trend on Twitter #GrowingUpWithStrictParents. I kind of followed this hashtag since I grew up, and still growing up, with strict parent/s. Luckily on my part, I am an only child so that made my parents only extra strict. Yay!
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- What color of rubber to choose
– Every time that I go to the dentist for my adjustment appointment, my dentist makes me choose what color of my rubber will be. He gives me this big transparent container with all of the colored rubbers sorted by their hue. They go from light to dark, ROYGBIV, pastel, and clear. It is indeed hard since you have to think of how it will be seen through your smile. Once, I chose black as my rubber color of the month and it didn’t look nice since I was in a party and we need flash for taking photos. Your rubber color will either make you or break you.
- The constant anticipation of removing your braces
– You’re wearing braces for a reason, that is, to straighten your teeth. I’ve always wondered how I’d look without braces and with straight teeth. But then you’ve worn them for so many months (or years!!!) that you also wonder how it feels to have bare teeth. You will surely have a better smile without braces. A million-dollar one, as they say.
- Almost crying after every adjustment
– Sure, it’s fun to wear braces, but in the beginning, it’s not. It hurts so bad you’d rather have crooked teeth than to wear them. You can literally feel your teeth moving at once, it hurts your gums, and you can’t eat at all! Only soup is the best choice to have for dinner as of the moment. Although the pain subsides after a few days, you still have to face it on the next month. It’s like having monthly period for the guys, but only for a certain period of time.
Love and light,
On June 26, 2015, same-sex marriage in the USA has been made legal in all the 50 states. Rainbow photos spread all over social media; even I changed my Facebook profile picture to a rainbow-filtered one with a caption of “Love is still the answer I’m relying on. #LoveWins,” lyrics from one of Jason Mraz’s songs. It got a pretty number of likes but I noticed that only three of my relatives liked it. I never really cared about how number of likes my profile pictures got but this time it is pretty evident that they didn’t like my gesture of support to the LGBTQ Community.
I live in the Philippines, one of the few Christian countries in Asia. As far as history is concerned, Spain was once our mother colony and they used their religion to actually colonize us. Having said this, not only my country is conservative, but also my family. No offense meant, but most of them are from the province so they may not be as woke as I am when it comes to this kind of issue. They stick to their faith especially with regards to marriage, that is, only a man and a woman are allowed to receive the holy matrimony. Some of them are also residing in Europe, where they are members of a Christian fellowship group that are very active in church. Their arguments have been pretty clear to me ever since, long before same-sex marriage has been legalized. There also have been Facebook posts that imply the unfairness and discrimination of LGBTQ rights against the homophobics and those who are very attached to their faith. I am not saying I am not attached to my faith, but I believe that the LGBT Community also deserves the same rights as the straight people do.
Honestly speaking, I’m afraid of what they might say to me in person or in the phone. I’m afraid they might be disappointed in me for supporting such issue when in the first place, my faith tells me not to. But let me tell you one thing I strongly believe in, God made us all equal, simple as that. I know some of my relatives are just keeping themselves quiet about the issue but I decided to be vocal and show my support. I tweeted something that has gotten a numerous favorites because I know that they know how conservative and traditional my family is. My tweet went like, “Some of my relatives might not talk 2 me 4 a while for supporting same-sex marriage but theyll miss me eventually bc #LoveWins. Always” It was meant to be a joke, but we all know that jokes are half-meant. Yes, I half-meant that, because I know it is true.
However, since #LoveWins always, I know that my family will understand and support me with whatever I choose to support. Also, just because I support gay rights it doesn’t necessarily mean that I am gay, too. And even though I am gay, my family will not be able to do anything with it, anyway. They will love me as I am and support me with everything. That is what families do, especially the conservative, faithful, and traditional ones. We always come first for each other and everything falls behind, even the various and diverse beliefs that we have.
Love and light,
Is this what they call “writer’s block”? But it’s impossible, I’m not even a writer. For so long I’ve been trying so hard to write but I never liked the things I write. I always end up writing on my diary or journal or whatever you call it about the things that have been happening in my life lately and unfortunately, I don’t think it’s something worthy to be published. Or the way of my writing, at least.
I was never the poetic one. I never thought of profound words as the others do and I feel very disappointed in myself about that. To be honest, I’m an English major in one of the top universities in my country. I’ve always loved the language, but I know it shouldn’t stop there. I also like reading, though, and it should help me to actually write something significant. But no, I always end up writing something like this, something very personal, something so random that all these words just pop in my head right here, right now. I’ve always planned writing something meaningful and relatable, like the ones you see in the internet that they make you share them to social media and quote your favorite lines from the article.
However, I’ve always been willing to learn. They say that practice makes perfect and God knows how much I’ve been practicing to write. I feel lucky to have the fundamentals of writing as I am an English major and I know I have all the time to train myself and read as many articles as I can to improve my writing skills that are yet to be born. There are different topics to write about, but I can’t seem to pick one. In fact, I am overwhelmed with the wide range of ideas in my head that I can’t sort them out. Maybe that’s what my problem really is. I just don’t know what to do with them. I believe this is “writer’s block”.
I know I still have a long way to go when it comes to writing, but I just want to share this feeling with the other writer-wannabe’s out there. Perhaps this isn’t “writer’s block,” because I happened to write about all of this. I am more than willing to talk about this kind of problem with anyone, it’s just that my friends never had this one. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I swear this is a big deal that actually has to be dealt with. I’m ending here, and I will try to solve this problem of mine.
Love and light,