artofserendipity

“Let yourself speak!”

“Let me speak!”

“Let them speak!”

“Let us speak!”

“What was your mouth for?”

“Are you mute?”

“What was your voice purpose?”

Those are words from your inner-self.

Those are words begging to be heard.

Those are words of justice.

Those are words who wants to do something about you!

But you refused.

You let yourself miserable and let the others making fun of you, just to save their pride.

You let them do whatever they want just to avoid confusion.

You let yourself like a toy for them.

You let yourself to be ruled.

Poor you.

You let people look down on you.

Why are you afraid to speak? Everyone has voice and be heard. Because it’s a free country, after all. We’re democratic country, so why you choose to shut your mouth?

Who’s stopping you to do so?

Who’s keeping you shut?

Who’s preventing you to stop?

Oh, it’s you. Only you.

Everyone has a choice. And if someone is trying to block your way, it’s up to you if you give them a permisson and free will do it.

You always has a choice! You can. You always can.

But your anxiety is controlling you. You are being controlled by your anxiety.

Do I have a right to help you? Should I give a voice? Or let them speak and vocal for justice?

I want to help everyone but it’s your battle not mine. It’s your choice of enemy not mine. You’re competing with yout morality and ideal self not me.

It’s all yours. It’s always you not everyone around you. The people who kept looking down on you? They’re just the equipments to make you stronger. They’re just a tools. Don’t let them eat you.

But always remember, that we’re all here to support you and help you to let your voice be heard. We got your back, my dearest friend. We got you.

So goodluck and win the battle, we are waiting!

What promises made for? What promise makes it promise? Why do we called this promise if it can’t be promise?

Instead of complaining how dumbass you are because you left me hanging and broke those promises we made, I just stand there while watching your smiles.

Your smiles and your eyes wasn’t lying.
You’re eyes telling on me that I’m not miserable like I am.
You’re actually doing good.

And It hurts me so much because I will never be part of your happiness (or did I really make you happy or feel you sick about it?)

It hurts, that I can’t make you the happiest man in the world before.

You probably wouldn’t recognize me if I came up to talk to you about our forbidden love (or I’m the only one found it special)

I don’t have memorable face, I’m just a trash tailing around with you (or maybe, I’m kind of girl that you don’t want to be around)

I saw you starting to walk into my line and I quickly composed myself hoping that you didn’t notice my useless presence.
Because anytime soon, reality will slap me so hard.

As I expected, you didn’t bothered to glance at me because you’re busy doing it with fine woman.
You’re just walking with her while giving that girl a genuine and lovable smiles.

I’m unpredictable to fell asleep about her beauty.

She’s actually look good on you. She’s good with you. Am I actually good without you?

I sighed and let my emotions came off.

Since that day,
I’m starting to doubt promises. Because promises, can withdraw.

I paused when I feel a bit odd about my locker. The lock is facing south, but as far as I remember it’s facing north. Then, an idea came up to my mind, someone forcefully opened my locker. There’s a sign on lock hole. I feel sorry about him or her, whatever who is. Im just being keen observer and they’re not good in lock picking, what ashamed!

I opened it and as I expected, there’s something inside, a small paper. They intentionally placed it.
But why?
There’s a hint of confused on my face but I need to know what inside the paper.

To be surprised, I just saw a fucking numbers and variables and it looks like a mathematical equation. What the hell?

Do I look like a mathematician or math genius?

“Man, Is there something special about this?” I asked myself.

I can’t figured it out. Someone I know may solved this, so I grabbed my phone and dialled his number. but the bullshit is not answering.
Weird, he never turned off his phone before.

Where on earth did he go? I asked after I saw his room but no one was there.
I never seen him rooting this campus because he lazy to do so.

Is he messing around with me? I bet, he’s the one who sent this kind of shit. If that so, the number isn’t mathematical equation, it’s a cipher and he’s into this.

Did he already know that I’m not good with this?
If he wants to talk to me, just do it the way I could understand and not giving me a hard time to guess.

That jerk , I’ll gonna sue him.

I searched the ciphers but I can’t. There are almost 1000 ciphers in this world for pete’s sake. I couldn’t decipher this code without his help. He’s the only one I can rely on.

I scanned my phone if someone from my phonebook know about this shit and I remember someone when I saw his name. Timing!
It’s a matter of seconds after he answered the call.

( Hello? ) He said from another line.

“Hello Mr. Villanueva, Can you give a minute? Are you busy?” I asked without hesitation.

( I’m on. What’s up? )

“Someone give me a paper composed of numbers and variables that I can’t understand, maybe a cipher?. You know I’m not into this. I tried to call your son but he’s out of coverage. Maybe he has something to do with this.”

( How do you say so? )

” coz’ there is a pattern. Let me read it for you, Mr Villanueva”

‘1×1(3)-2×3(2)-3×2(1)-2×3(2)-3×2(1)-1×3(3)-1×2(2)-2×1(3)-1×1(1)-2×3(3)-2×2(1)’

‘1×1(3)-2×3(2)-3×2(1)-2×3(2)-3×2(1)-1×3(3)-1×2(2)-1×2(1)-1×1(1)-3×1(1)-1×2(2)’

I read what inside of the paper and I don’t know if he remember what I’ve been said but the latter just laughed after I read those numbers.

“Hello, What’s the matter Mr.Villanueva? Mind to share?”

( Nothing.) he said. I didn’t answered back. I’m waiting if he can cracked the codes.
I heard him clearing his throat and composed myself.

(I get what my son what he wanted to tell you) So? I’m right, ready yourself.

“May I know?”

(Yes.. you may…)

“So? what did he said?”

( Where are you, dear? ) What?

“Is that what he said?” I rolled my eyes.

(No. I’m just asking…) Why he asked out of the blue. Damn this old, making me confused just like his son.

“School, whatever.”

( Go to the park, where you and my son used to play)

“Is that what written on a paper?” I glanced at the paper.

(Yes. It said go to the park)

“That’s all?”

( Any doubt?)

“A little.” Then he laughed again.

(then, cracked the last part. I will give you a formula to decipher those codes after this call)

“Okay, I will end this call right now ciao!” And I ended the call and wait for his text while making my way to parking lot.

I start the engine of my car and drove.

What’s on his mind this time? A party? but my 18th birthday is over yesterday. And he’s even my last dance that night. I’m starting to feel weird about this.

In less than 5 minutes, Mr Villanueva texted me containg the codes.

“So, to cracked a code there is 3 sets, 9 columns, and 3 rows. Piece of cake!”

I stopped my car in the park and go outside. But I feel strange It’s so quiet and there’s no people out there.

I tried to call his name but no one answered. I’m about to leave this place because no one was here but I suddenly remember the last part of a ciphers.

I need to finished this quickly and leave immediately after I found him. What if, it’s just a prank and took a bait?

I cleared my mind and start my doing.

“Go to the base….” I read after I decipher the codes. What is he talking about?

I tried to reminiscing our memories. We have a lot of memories we made in this place so that I couldn’t remember some details.

Hmmm I remember the tree where we play hide and seek.

“That’s it.” I ran as fast as I could and see if I was right.

I stopped and I saw a man standing next to the base. It’s him.
What’s on him?

He’s wearing a presentable clothes as if he is going to attend senior night.
I used seeing him wearing a plain shirts and jeans and his looks tonight, that’s absurd.

He smiled at me but I don’t give a damn.

This man never failed to suprised me.

“What the hell are you doing here? And what’s with codes? I called your father to solve that. tsk!”

“I know you’ll do that.” he said. I walk towards him. I’m tired by running.

“Can we go? There’s no people here. It’s dangerous, you know what if someone is watching us?” I sat on a grass, my legs are on weak state. And by the way, Why am I running the whole time?!

“I know, don’t worry I’m here.” He sat beside me. I let him be.

“The stars are beautiful.” he continued.

“You know, you can watchit on your house, you have veranda right?”

“Yes, but it’s refreshing here.” stars are really beautiful but I can see them without going to a park.

“Do you have a date? You look presentable.”

I look at him but I almost jumped when I met his eyes.
Why is he staring at me? But he’s always staring at me. Why Am I acting so shocked this time?

“Yeah. ”

“To whom?” I asked suddenly. Not that I’m interested but part of me wants to know because he was my friend, my bestfriend.

As far as I remember, he’s not interested in dating. Even me suspect him, he’s a gay because the way he rejected those beautiful girls, he always saying that they’re not pretty so I made a conclusion that he secretly hating those girls because he felt insecure.

“Do you remember when you’re turning 16 years old, and someone sent you a poem?”

“Yes…” That’s the first time I received a gifts from anonymous.

“Those are from me…” I stunned. and stared at him. Is he telling joke? Those poems are love poems. How could he—

“Remember, when you’re graduating from junior high and someone dropped a tape recorder contains love song on your bag?” he asked again.

“Y-yes….” I started shaking not that I’m scared but I dont know this feeling what the hell?. Dont tell me— also?

“The voice is mine and I made a song for you.” I kept that recorder because the voice is so good and It can eased my emotional pain. But I didn’t know he’s good in singing. Shame on me! We know each other since we are a child, why I didn’t notice?

“L-loki, can you stop bubbling about? It’s not funny…”

“I’m telling the truth.” I heard my heart beating so fast as if there’s a horse competition inside me.
I didn’t say anything.

“Remember, when you feel down, and someone flooding you a text messages from unknown to make you feel bet—–” I cut him off.

“Those are from you?…. You’re the one left the food last week because I feel exhausted?” I continued.

You nodded and smiled.

Damn. Ofcourse he knew my likes and dislikes because we were together. He knows everything about me!

“Why?..” I asked. He can do it without hiding his self because we are friends for a years. What for?

“Did you see what’s written on back of the paper?”

“Not yet.”

I checked the paper at back and those are not totally visible, you need to stared for almost a seconds to adjust your sight and use the moonlight to make more readable.

It said.

“After you read this…. I ——”

I stopped and cleared my throat even my eyes if I’m not mistaken.

“I love you, Please smile…..” he continue the last words. And suddenly the neon light filled the entire tree. It’s so beautiful.

I noticed that behind the tree, there is a table and chairs as if we’re having a party. It has a balloon lantern above. I feel astouned.

You caught my attention again by holding my chin and looking at me eye to eye. I could melt anytime soon because of your look. I’m just an sweet ice cream for god sake!

“I’ve bee longing to say this because I don’t have a confident before because you see me as your childhood bestfriend but whether you like or not I’m ready….”

I don’t know what’s on his mind but I remained silent.

“I’m secretly inlove with you, Lorelei Reyes.”

The last words you said, makes my heart pumping more blood. I don’t feel sick or disgusting but happiness.

I smiled and I saw you changed your emotion into a happy man, I will not rejected your love.

You don’t know how I love you behind your back, Loki Villanueva. It’s not that easy to love you withou you knowing.

And I don’t have any idea, about this. Confessing your love? Is this a dream? Because it’s beautiful.

I hugged him tight and said,

“Let’s be together as a lover from now on. I love you too, Loki Villanueva”

I’m proud to say that I am not a perfect and ideal person on earth. I have a flaws and imperfections na alam kong kakainisan ng karamihan. Alam kong kakamuhian ng iba at puwedeng isumbat laban sa akin. You will curse me death.

Ngunit ang mga imperpekto kong pagkatao o malademonyong paguugali, may iisang minahal at tumanggap.

My mother 🙂 She loved my imperfections and embraced it unti I became better.

Noong mga araw na wala pa ako sa tamang edad at tamang pagiisip, ni kakarampot na atensyon sa paghihirap na ginawa niya ay hindi ko nagawang pansinin. Nagawa kong ibalewala ang lahat ng kanyang pagsasakripisyo magawa ko lamang ang gusto ko.

Iyong tipong kakainin na lang niya, isusubo na lang sa akin para mapunan ang pagkagutom. Yung ipapahinga nalang ngunit, ang mga natitirang oras niya ay ibubuhos sa pagaasikaso sa amin.

Ni minsan hindi ko naramdamang inuna niya ang kanyang sarili kaysa sa amin. Kahit na pagod siya’y gagawin niya parin ang kanyang tungkulin bilang ina.

Makita mo palang ang sarili mo sa kanya ay talagang sasakit ang ulo mo.

Isipin mo yon, idinala ka niya ng siyam na buwan sa kanyang sinapupunan. Inire, pinakain at pinagaral tapos magiging suwail ka lang? Magiging inutil kalang at pabigat ka lang sa kanila.

Pero anong natanggap mo? Pagmamahal at pagunawa mula sa kanila imbis na sumbat.

Napakaswerte mo ano? Ngunit hindi mo nagawang pahalagahan.

Pero onti onti ko nang pinangsisishan ang mga nakaraan. Natuto akong bumawe sa paraang alam kong masasayahan siya. Pinupunan ko lahat ng pagkukulang ko sa paraang makakalimutan niya na ang masamang ako.

Iniisip ko palang ang ginawa niya simula ng ipanganak ako hanggang ngayon na mayroon ng isip at sariling persepsyon, ay parang hindi ko kayang suklian sa saglit na panahon lamang.

Hindi ko kayang suklian ang mga sakripisyo at paghihirap ng aking ina sa isang materyal na bagay lang.

She deserved the whole world for being a good mother to us.

Ang hiling lamang niya ay mapabuti ako at mapunta sa kamay na alam niyang kayang ibigay sa akin ang lahat miski buhay niya.

Hanggang ngayon, na matanda na siya, ang kapakanan mo parin ang kanyang iniisip. Ni hindi man lang nagsumbat na suklian ang lahat ng kanyang ginawa.

Nakakaiyak ‘di ba?

Kaya hangga’t maaga pa, gusto kong maappreciate niyo ang bawat ginagawa ng magulang mo para sayo.

Dahil hindi natin alam kung kailan sila mawawala sa ating tabi.

Dadating sa puntong magiina at magiging ama tayong lahat at magkakaanak.

At ang mga ginawa mong masasama sa magulang mo, ay wag sanang gawin sa inyo ng mga anak niyo. Hindi pa natin alam kung gaano kasakit ang pinagdaanan nila dahil satin, dahil wala pa tayo sa ganong sitwasyon.

Totoong nasa huli ang pagsisisi. At kung ayaw mong magsisi, ngayon palang ay magtino kana.

Love your mother endlessly. Because she will sacrifice herself without hesitation just for your own good .

Love your mother so much, as if she’s the greatest treasure on earth.
❤

I started being a kpop fan when I was 16 years old. And before akong naging korean pop fan, naging western artist fan muna ako. Nalulong muna ako kila Selena Gomez, Little mix, Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendez.

Since it’s almost four years, I just wanted to share my own experienced for being a fan of korean pop and how they inspired me. And mind you, life changing pero napakahirap.

Doon muna tayo sa positive.

So, paano nga ba ako naging korean pop fan?

Noong 13 years old ako, medyo bandwagon pa ako noon dahil fan lang ako kapag comeback ng exo and shinee hahahaha. Doon lang ako nagtuloy tuloy when I was 16 dahil may friend akong kpop fan din, so napush ko yung sarili ko (but sadly, we’re not friends anymore. Dahil siguro same bias kami, char! hahaha iloveuuuu ❤ )

To be honest people, pasaway talaga ko noong hindi pa ako kpop fan. What do we call this, pariwala? Wala akong maisip na ibang term pero yaan ang malapit.

Pero nung dumating sila, I changed. From sutil na anak to anghel na anak. I learned how to Love myself and speak for myself.

Akala nila, ina-idolize namin sila because of their oh-so-yummy-good-looks, but y’ll wrong.

They’re so talented and kind. Hindi kami naging kpop fan dahil lang gusto naming sambahin ang mukha nila. Hindi kami nagsasayang ng data or wifi sa panunuod ng music video para sa mukha nila. Hindi kami nagsasayang ng oras sa paghihintay ng update nila para lang sa mukha nila.

Hindi kami sa mukha lang, we are into music! we are into lyrics and we are into messages of the songs.

At doon kami namomotivate!

Sa paraan ng pagkanta nila ibinibigay ang kanilang mensahe dahil milya milya ang layo ng bawat tao. And it’s work!

Music is not just a music that has number of notes, but a way to communicate with them heart to heart.

Hindi ko maiexplain yung feeling kapag sobrang dalang dala ako sa mga messages nila. Pero parang everytime na ginagawa nila yon, nauuntog ang ulo ko ng kusa. Ginigising nila ako. At nagtatagumpay naman sila.

But you know, it’s also hard being a kpop fan.

Napakahirap maging kpop fan. Dahil kung may nagmomotivate samin, meron namang hinihila kami pababa. Nakatanggap kami ng paiinsulto o pang aasar mula sa iba. Onti lamang ang sumusuporta sa aming mga kpop fan. Kadalasan pa nga ay sarili mong magulang at kaibigan.

Hindi naman ako ininsulto ng magulang ko pero ang ilan sa mga kaibigan ko ay oo. And that’s sad but it’s okay, you know karma is real 🙂 (but check first kung inaasar ka lang nilang para mapikon or talagang totoo ang kanilang pangiinsulto)

It’s hard being fan. Why?

Una, We can’t afford the lightstick and concert ticket. Napakasakit non sa part namin.

Na isa kaming hard fan pero sariling idol, hindi namin kayang makita, mabati man lang at mapasalamatan. Iyong hanggang live stream kana lang tapos ilegal pa at pahirapan pa maghanap ng link.

Kaya heto ako ngayon, aside sa parents ko, nagaaral akong mabuti para rin sa kanila.

Sabi pa nga e, na malaking panggulo daw sa pagaaral ang idols namin. Well no, I highly doubt it because it will never be. – You guys are talking nonsense, really.

At ofcourse, para rin makita sila talaga kahit pareho na kaming matatanda.

It’s never too late to thank them. Sabi nga e, ‘It’s okay to be late than sorry’

Second, eveyone says ‘koreans are all gay’ , ‘mga retokado naman yan’, ‘hindi naman naiintindihan ang lyrics’,

They all said in unison. Like hell do we really care?

Ayoko marinig ito sa kapwa ko psych major. But sad to say, one of them say that. I just shrugged, it’s not my problem anymore. Maiintindihan niya rin ang persepsyon ng bawat indibidwal ❤

Retokado or not, I don’t even care! As long as they are kind and has beautiful soul, that’s fine with us. Again, hindi lang sa mukha kami humahanga, kundi sa kanilang personalidad and how they appreciate every single soul.

And for the lyrics, okay yeah, hindi namin naiintidihan ang lyrics pero nauuso naman ang search.

But always remember, language is not a barrier for a true fan.

The way they sang the song, the way their eyes sparkling like a fireworks, and the way they look at us straight while singing the song, ayon palang damang dama muna ang sinseridad sa mga bawat salitang kanilang sinasambit. Doon palang damang dama mo na ang halo halong emosyon na magpapakita sayo na isa ka sa buhay niya na mahalagang tao.

Never naging hadlang ang lenggwahe para mahalin ang bawat isa.

At huli, dahil isa daw kaming salot at taksil sa lipunan. Isa kaming salot dahil hinahangaan namin ang taga ibang baryo. Isa kaming taksil dahil wala raw kaming utang na loob sa mga bayani na nag-alay ng kanilang buhay para sa kalayaan ng aming kababayan.

Ngunit gusto ko lamang ipaalala na, porket isa kaming kpop fan ay ibig sabihin tinatalikuran na namin na isa kaming pinoy.

Alam parin namin ang mga ginawa ng mga bayani para sa ating kalayaan ngunit hindi kami magiging kasiraan para sa kanilang sakripisyo. Patuloy parin kaming may respeto.

Gaya ng pagkakabisa ng mga kaarawan at comeback ng mga iniidol namin, gayon din sa mga bayani kung kailan pinagdiriwang ang kani-kanilang kaarawan, pagkamatay at araw ng kanilang paglaban.

But you know what’s funny? Kung sino pa ang nagf-feeling makabayan ay siya pang hindi alam ang pagdiriwang ng mga bayani.

Kung sino ang madalas magreklamo ay siya pang walang silbi at pakinabang sa kanya kanya nila bayan.

Kaya ito ako, tahimik na nananalangin na sana mabuksan ang kanilang mga isip at puso. Hindi man ngayon, pero alam kong may tamang panahon para diyaan.

Minsan ang pakikialam sa buhay ng iba ay walang mabuting dulot para sayo.

Why don’t we just support them silently and shut up? After all, buhay nila iyon.

Hindi nila need ng full support sometimes, ang gusto lamang nila ay respeto for choosing korean pop as their fave genre music.

What’s wrong for being a fan? We all just want respect and understanding.

Kung ayaw mo man sa napili nilang genre, mas mabuti na lamang itikom ang iyong bibig kung wala kang magandang sasabihin at sarilihin ang iyong saloobin.

Dahil sa simpleng salita mo lang, ay maaring maging dahilan nang ikapapahamak ng isang tao.

So, better watch your words people.

Anyway, good morning! 🙂

That’s all for today. It’s sunday people, let the homily embraced you! Happy sunday 😀

Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

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I was at the library yesterday and I’m checking some book reference for my experimental research with my friends and we have plenty of time to rest before the professor arrive. So I grabbed the opportunity to look for a book.

When I accidentally saw of pile of books, nagtaka ako. Ang puwesto niya ay nakatabi sa gilid ng librarian. And, parang ang mga studyante doon ay hindi interesado sa bagay na yon.

So out of curiosity, ako ang tumingin doon.

Akala ko noon una bawal pakialaman yon, pero hinayaan lang ako ng librarian kaya hindi na ako nagpapigil hahaha.

Then, I found some of the books are novels and poetry. Kaya ganon nalang siguro ka hindi kainteresado ang mga tao dahil genre. Wala akong kilala na mahilig sa books, sa wattpad lang.

Nung nalaman ko kung ano yung nandoon, parang may nagpush sa akin na magbasa ng ganon. Kasi ako mismo, hindi nakakatapos magbasa ng isang novel book.

More on wattpad books and manga kasi ako kaya hindi natatapos.

Maganda naman yung mga books pero iisa lang ang kumuha sa aking atensyon. At ayon ay may book title na “Julius Caesar”

Ofcourse, nung una nagdadalawang isip akong basahin dahil sobrang kumplekado pero napagtanto ko nalang na hinihiram ko yung libro.

So, I currently reading Shakespeare’s work. I know William for being a poet and actor, pero wala akong idea na may ginawa siya about Julius Caesar.

At familiar din sa akin si Julius Caesar dahil napagaralan na ito nung third year high school. It was a Roman history.

The book was about story of Caesar’s death sa kamay ng kanyang sariling mga kaibigan at mga politisyan. At nagkaroon nga ng matinding pagtatalo sa istorya na ito kung sino ang tunay na kalaban at bayani.

Base sa ‘fourteenth -century Italian poet’, Dante, Brutus and Cassius ay ang pumatay kay Caesar at itinuring sila isang traidor.

But for William’s own view, Caesar was a traitor who’s a threat in Rome.

And for me, ofcourse I don’t know. Hindi ko pa tapos hahaha. Nakailang page palang ako dahil masyadong mahaba habang ang paalala ni William bago basahin ang kanyang gawa.

If you guys have a guts to read his works, you must prepare a dictionary and ofcourse understanding. Why?

Dahil bukod sa mga vocabulary words na mai-encounter mo, ang paraan ng pagconstruct niya ng sentence ay iba.

Paanong iba? Like for example, kapag sinabi kong “I like him.” I-coconstruct yan ni William as “Him I like.”

Another example based on a book.

(“Therein, you gods, you tyrants do defeat” where ‘you tyrants’ might first be read as the subject rather than the object of ‘do defeat’ . In other words, the normal order here is “you do defeat tyrants” but it takes a minutes or two to figure that out.)

Sa madaling salita, si William Shakespeare ay magaling maglaro ng mga salita na magiiwan sayo ng matinding pagtataka.

Kaya hindi ko alam kung isa ba akong matapang na tao o tanga para basahin ang gantong bagay. Pero atleast diba? Natuto ka ng makalumang salita.

And, I’m happy to say na kahit papaano naiintindihan ko naman ang takbo ng drama.

Kaya guys! kung plano niyong magbasa ng mga ganto, prepare yourself dahil madugo sa ilong hahahaha 😀

That’s for today! It’s weekend beautiful soul, you guys go to church! Have a blessed weekend ❤ 🙂

CTTO.

Are you doing good today people?

Bago ako magsimula sa aking blog, magumpisa muna tayo sa simpleng pagkilala. Ang panget naman siguro kung magumpisa tayo sa blog adventure ko na hindi niyo ako nakikilala hahaha.

So, I am, yeah, Rosalinda Legada Clavillas. Well honestly speaking, I don’t want everyone to call me by my real name. My nickname(s) will do. Everyone call me by my nicknames even school. Yes! Hindi ganon ka vocal ang true name ko, kasi ayoko nga hahahaha.

Actually, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit tuwing naririnig ko ang “Rosalinda!” kusang sumasama ang timpla ng mukha ko. At, naiinis din ako kasi sariling pangalan ko hindi ko magustohan. Maybe soon, baka matanggap ko na. It’s process by process, so chill hahaha.

Lhen, lhenggay, domeng and linda. Ayan lang ang tinatawag nila sa akin and it’s really fine with me. (You can give me a nickname if you want)

Nasa ika-sampu’t siyam na taong gulang. And I’m turning twenty this coming June (feel old yet?) Sa totoo lang, ayokong tumanda at maging baby nalang ni mama habang buhay!/*sad face/. Sa ganto kong edad, gusto kong binibaby pa ako ni mama.

My mother, for me, is kind of medicine. She make me feel better and special.

You can’t blame me.

Then, I’m in my sophomore year taking Bachelor of Science in Psychology. Okay again to be honest hahahaha, at first hindi ko talaga ito gusto. It just happen na naubosan ako ng slot sa Education, dahil sa pagaantay ng result sa entrance (Sad to say, I failed).

I want to be an educator talaga *sadly smiles*. Pero wala eh, naubosan ako. So, kinuha ko itong second choice ko because of my personal reason (confidential)

Pwede pa naman ako kumuha ng Teaching Degree after this, so no problem at all.

You know, never stop dreaming! Because that’s all we have for now. I hope everyone do the same thing as mine.

But as time goes by, I started to like it (though, it’s too rough to study the behavior of living organism *chuckled*)

Hinubog ng panahon, ika nga.

Natuto ako sa field na ito kung bakit nagkakaroon ng isang conflict sa isang tao and kung ano ang kailangan nila para maiwasan ang ganong paguugali. I become broad-minded and matured. I gained a lot of friends, and until now, since the very first day of college life, are still with me.

I do not know if they feel the same way, but they’re special for me. Old or new, I love them both.

Can we proceed now? It’s actually out of my character saying cheezy words hahaha.

I have two sisters and I’m the eldest. Lahat kami puro babae, tawag pa nga samin ay tres marias hahaha. Though, my sisters are such a headache I still love them and be supportive on the path they want to achieve.

Kahit na mas malakas yung authority nila kesa sa akin, it’s okay as long as they’re happy. Hinahayaan ko lang, pero aware naman sila kung ano ang limit nila when it comes to that. And hindi naman sila abusive, so that’s fine. Doon ako sobrang thankful na hindi nila kinakalimutan na ako parin ang mas matanda sa kanila. Dahil hindi kami pinalaki ng magulang namin na maging abusado at makasariling tao. Hindi kalang dapat one sided sa isang bagay, dapat matututo ka ding tignan ang sitwasyon ng iba. Not just by your own good, but everyone’s sake.

I’m selfless, and it’s okay to be selfless when we’re talking about our love ones.

My parents, sila ang most lovable family na meron ako. Even I neglected by my father. I’m still thankful, masaya parin ako na sila ang magulang ko.

In my next life, kung bibigyan ako ng pagkakataong mamili ng magulang, sila parin ang pipiliin ko 🙂

So, siguro hanggang dito nalang hahahaha. Sana nagustohan niyo yung mga lessons na naibigay ko.

Have a good day! Thank you for reading ❤