Yes, Katy Perry, I feel like a plastic bag,

I log in on Tumblr and see all these pictures of skinny, beautiful people....

I'm envious because i'm not as thin or as pretty

I'm sad because i can never be one.

I'm depressed because i feel insecure.

I log in on Tumblr and read all these quotes telling me to be happy with how I look...that I'm good enough.



See, the irony isn't making me feel better.


p.s. I have nothin against Tumblr. :)

You'll get by with a Smile

I think that the loneliest thing in the world is eating alone.

Food is something we should always share.. i mean it's meant to be shared. I know we've all experienced eating alone with tons of delicious food in front of us but we easily get tired of the taste because its never "that good." Having friends around and sharing a plate of pasta or a cup of coffee tastes and feels so much better than dining alone in an expensive restaurant. Even if the food is always bitin or we feel cheated off at times because a friend got a bigger piece, it's still one of those moments we treasure and love to bits.

I think that the most simple yet amazing miracle that can happen in a person's everyday life is when a random stranger says "hi!" or "goodmorning" or "have a good day!" to him/her on the road. This is the stranger who says those words with utmost care and sincerity.... (not a nice word to say but i'm gonna use it anyways) manyak boys do not count. The simplest greetings from people we do not know are those that we always tend to ignore or not give importance to because we're too self centered and selfish to even think that others actually care for us. And you should also know that it takes a lot of courage for a total stranger to greet you. Remember that Random hugs, random smiles and random HIs always save people. We all have our daily struggles but I think that it shouldn't be a reason for us to stop caring for others. I value random greetings from random people. They get me going and you know what's the best? They never fail to make me smile.

So got out there and spread your love. You don't have to .... someone. You just gotta say hi and mean it. :)

I'm Learning to Breathe

Random stuff written on my planner.

I plan to live like this.

Most of the quotes on my planner are from tumblr soo yeah :>

Coffee Bean's Malibu Dream Ice Blended Coffee.

It's super sarap but if ever you plan on trying one, just get regular because the sweetness will kill you.

Thanks for the Memories because They were Grrrreat!

Ate zubie, ate pearly and I walked around the village a while ago before having our dinner. When we usually do this...we become a bit nostalgic. We reminisce about our childhood days.

There were lots of children playing on the street this afternoon and ate Zubie suddenly said that we used to be like them before.

When we were still kids, my cousins would stay here at home for the holidays (and summer or any event with long weekends)...so we would spend most of our time playing outside from 3pm to 12am and our parents were just in the garage drinking and sharing stories. We're a big family and we all know that we have this responsibility of being accountable for one another so there's no problem. Our village isn't big anyways so playing outside til 12am isn't a big deal (plus, the titos and the titas play with us :P). Yeah, we're cool like that! So, we practically played EVERYTHING as in from pantintero to piko to tagu-taguan to habulan to langit-lupa to agawan-base to monkey in the middle to basketball, volleyball, football, dodge ball, bicycle racing, pepsi-seven-up!, to tumbang preso to boxing to bahay-bahayan to barbie dolls, to toy cars to beyblade to snake and ladders and monopoly to pusoy dos, tong its and GOD-KNOWS-WHAT-ELSE. We also fought each other. One time, we were divided into two groups and there was like WAR in the house for a week. But everything was just part of the fun! and you know what was the best? They provided us with midnight snacks!

So yeah, my cousins and I are really close and we've shared great memories no one can ever replace. We've spent so much time with each other that when we start talking about it (during reunions), the stories never end.

Today, well, we're all 'grown up'. Most of my cousins are already abroad and some of them are already working or too busy with college (like me :)). So when we get the chance to see each other, we never fail to make kwento all those fun times and we never get tired of hearing them.

While we were strolling in the village ate Zubie suddenly shared something about winning the lotto. So everyone knows that someone won that 700M grand prize from the lotto and YES WE WERE THE ONES WHO GOT IT.

JOKE langgggggggg mehn! (coz if that happened I would be blogging about me... travelling Spain and Greece and not about this).

Anyway, Ate zubie said that if she got that much money, she would probably give it all away to our relatives and friends. Like she would give me a ticket to the World Cup or a tour in Spain and she would build a hospital because a lot of us are nurses or in the medical field. She would give my brother enough money so he can establish his own company in Australia. She would give one of my cousins (who is taking up HRM) her own restaurant etc etc etc.

You know...It's very pleasing to hear those 'wishes' or 'dreams' especially because they're meant for others. I'm really grateful that even if we've gone our separate ways, we never forget to look back on our pasts. As cousins, we're thankful to have each other's back and I'm amazed and surprised how time and experience have changed and made us better persons. Its really fascinating when the people you grew up with become more worried about you... That they're happier when they get to spend money for your happiness rather than buying something for themselves.

(By the way, I'm very proud to say that i've spent and maximized my childhood days very well. Thank you to my parents who never stopped me from exploring the world and just letting me fly and learn from my mistakes. I was never like those kids who ran with towels on their backs or gets called up by their parents to have their clothes changed. I was never spanked or shouted at for falling off a mountain bike and going home with wounds and blood everywhere. I acted like a boy and I didn't care if I had dirt all over my face. I wasn't spoiled but I had my daily tantrums. I was never forced to get a perfect grade. Everything was just a matter of learning. I passed. I failed. I never got any awards in preschool or in gradeschool. I played A LOT and didn't care. The important thing is that I learned. I learned that when i fall down a bike, i get tons of scars (which are forever gonna be there) so the next time i ride, i would be extra careful.)

random. cheese. sabog. long blog entry.

Head over feet

Have you ever had this feeling of having this great passion for studying? Like you just want to grab a book or an educational journal/magazine and read them from cover to cover and still yearn for more information?

I always have that feeling. Actually, i get that every morning of my life because i'm always (well, i'd like to believe that I am) driven to strive for my best. But wait, don't think of me as the smart-all-knowing student of the class... because i'm the exact opposite. I'm one of those students who nods in class and pretends that i'm interested in the lesson. I doodle on my planner rather than writing down notes. I'm one of the loudest in class and i sit at the back of the room so I can sleep. Yeah, that's pretty much how this semester has been and i'm quite disappointed with myself (duhh? who wouldn't?!). So, what exactly happened to the feeling of wanting to study?...As I've said, i get that feeling every morning but for some weird reason, when i enter the classroom...the feeling just fades away. It sucks, really. Because i expect myself to be a good student everyday but at the end of the day, i just get disappointed with myself. It's like a mood swing...y'know when you're at the height of something then it suddenly falls down and it annoys you because you want to go back but can't. It's tragic. AND IT HAPPENS TO ME EVERYDAY. Imagine trying to start a day off with this feeling of "this is a new day im gonna learn a lot of things" but the moment when you see school, you just wanna run back home.

I really don't know what's happening to meeeeeeeeeeee. I used to love going to school because i love learning new things. I used to love sitting in front of the class and trying my best to listen to the professor no matter how boring the lesson is. I want to be like that again. I want to have that energy and passion to go to school and learn.

Right now I feel like im going nowhere. I feel like a Mercedes-Benz being ignored. I know that i have so much in me and i can do more...i can achieve more.

I need an inspiration or something that will motivate me to start again. I need that passion back.

(I know it's Christmas break and talking about school isn't really a good idea because i'm supposed to relax and chill, but i can't help it! BECAUSE I FEEL SO USELESS AND STUPID.)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

:)

P.S. i miss Santa Claus.

Spontaneity

We went to highlands last month and i know its late to post this...but I super loved that day and it's gonna be depressing if this year ends without seeing these photos on my blog.