Greigh. Still the same enigmatic, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter since the day you met her.
Lover of adventure, pure escapism, unadulterated entertainment, the ridiculous and the bizarre. In a lighter note, I am a tiger disguised as a human. Feline blood!
Yeah I also get nice photos when I’m not the photographer hahahaha.
Systematically, I try to think of one life realization I have pondered in one way or another during the whole day. Before I go to sleep, I keep it in my head optimistically thinking that it is God’s way of teaching me a lesson to make me a better person.
Most of the time I am grateful, but after a series of thanks, there comes the tormenting. I try not to be blinded. However, the epiphany that occurred to me was when life gives you cookies, life will take it back right before you to chew it.
I am one emotionally sensitive and overly softhearted woman I admit, yet despite that, I try to find a silver combination of 26 different letters amidst the melancholic ambiance that takes over me easily. And through that I have concluded, and find it worthy of sharing, that you should forget who or what hurt you, but never forget what it taught you.
Stop looking about others and start evaluating yourself. You ask why they can’t do your favors but are you doing favors for them? You wonder why I can’t be the girl you want me to be, but have you ever appreciated who I really am? You question why I can’t love you, but have you ever made me feel you love me too?
Isn’t it funny? What a better way to make me write! Maybe I should get my heart broken more often, however, it always is.
spending my free mornings with the best running buddy ever!
(Also, I miss tumblr)
(Yet another awkward intro)
Uhm, good evening!!
Sorry for the preposterous lack of posts. My social life had been idle for the past few weeks. School had been making me miserably under the state of turmoil (not hyperbolic). But here I am, alive and with. a. new. haircut. More than half of it was chopped off! However, the comfort it brought was incomparable. Oh how I love weekends spent with mama!
On a different note, I’ve been waiting too excitedly for the foundation week and sembreak that I want to forget the idea of the periodical exam and post tests completely. But life doesn’t work that way, I have to be a woman and face it with might. I have goals to achieve, and distractions are no excuse.
And to add more purpose to this post rather than my usual rants, let me share you this quote currently at my desktop wallpaper.
Want to set your school works aside for a while? Let’s talk!
My father and I are in contrast at almost every little trait there is. It is very evident that I inherited tons of my personality from my mom, perhaps that’s why me and Papa never get along. I’ve been feeling it since I was young, he really preferred a son over the female me as his first born child. So, being the people-pleaser that I am, I silently tried my best to prove him that I can equate myself to what guys of my age can do, or probably, become even more.
Through time I have earned enough experience and gut to proclaim myself as a Jill of many trades. I play chess, scrabble, volleyball, I swim, I can sing and dance, orate, debate, draw, take photographs, write, act, paint and a lot more in between. Though.. I never really consider my self exceptional in any of those stated. Like how I always see it, I may be a doer of many, I am still a master of none.
However, the tables recently turned.
It began when I requested one of my friends for a turn to try table tennis. He jokingly said that I have no idea about the gameplay and I don’t deserve holding a paddle. I was hurt. Call me shallow but that’s how I felt. That sudden pang developed into a burning flame within which motivated me to prove that jerk I can be what he thought I can never become.
It always go that way. Someone will hold me down, and as that someone push me deeper, the higher I fly in time.
I have known it for a long time that my dad plays table tennis, but I never realized how good he was until I personally stayed to watch one of his games against the best table tennis player in my batch. Right then and there I wanted to be like him. I admired him. And I knew it. This is my chance.
Me and Papa may not agree in most times, but once we stand on opposite sides of the board after classes, and the ball is set into play, it’s as if the world becomes still and only both of us remains in motion. We develop a conversation with the movement of the ball. The rhythm, the adrenaline, the drops of sweat; These speak out the words.
This plot twist may have just begun, but I am relishing every moment of it.
It was a usual day at school. During our adv. Physics class, Sir Cabic wrote Electrostatics on our whiteboard and started discussing about the topic. The usual routine. This and that. Then he started to ask for questions. I couldn’t resist, my mind is a natural boiling reservoir of curiosity questions, and I appreciate him a lot for entertaining them. Everything was going on fine. Until sir Cabic asked me a question back.
What is your ideal man?
For a second there I was petrified. I mean, how do I answer? I never believed in the perfect guy, or in this case, an ideal man. I usually say that once I see someone and there came the spark, then that’s it. No requirements or whatsoever. But since this was a class discussion, and I’m sure that I was asked because in some ridiculous way, my answer would be connected to the lesson, I need to think of a response. Here’s what I got.
I get attracted to someone who’s God-fearing. I wasn’t sure if this was the one I said first but the reason of including this to the list was I want to raise a child that knows how to acknowledge where his blessings come from, or to follow the ten commandments, and everything else that follows.
Next to that is someone who has sense of humor. I’m aware that I’m boring and usually awkward to be with. It takes time before I start telling stories and letting my fun and adventurous side out. I probably need someone to bring color to my world. Preferably those with the Adam Sandler kind of humor.
I also like those who are witty, respectful and patient. At this point I was cut by my teacher since he said I should start giving tangible traits. As I come to think of it, I get caught by someone’s character first. Oh well okay. As if I have a choice. Thus the continuation.
I prefer men with short hair over those who have theirs long. So as those who cut their nails short. Hygienic reasons.
Also, I know this is lame, but those who got abs really get my attention. I am such a girl! Still I say to my self, I won’t have a hunky boyfriend if I remain this fat. Pero asa namang may manliligaw saking ganun no? :))
To make the long story short, to answer why am I posting this, I want to keep it as a remembrance, in a way. I want to know and compare if any of these will be attained once I meet “the” guy.
And oh! Writing this post reminded me of this also. Memories! Haha.