How You’ve Been?

I think it’s about time that I come back to writing and put up a life update. My drafts are seriously piling up. It doesn’t make me feel good. I have started so many thoughts but I  have never finished one in a while. That basically means I wasn’t okay. Even until now.

The past year has been so tough. Leaving my previous job and putting myself into a new environment and new lifestyle, I had so much faith that things will be falling into place. (So excuse me if this blog might be just a personal rant, but I’ve been through so much and finally, I have the guts to pour it out.) Life really tests you. You’ll be happy for few minutes, and gives you a full-length Pinoy teleserye filled with drama, pain, hope, and dismay.

Last year, God sent me an amazing gift – the gift of genuine happiness and pure love through a wonderful messed up person. I was head over heels for the time He granted me with it, but He had other plans. Little did I know, He has just given me a taste of it. He took away all of the blissful feeling abruptly, leaving me broken, alone, and miserable. It was the most painful I have ever been, and I don’t want to ever dive into that emotion ever again (imma save this for another blog). It was so terrible that it tested even my faith in God. What’s worse – I had to face most of it alone.

I have learned to open up to only few people who are sensitive enough not to judge me and make me feel bad in the process. I don’t need pity, nor some judgy sermon, I needed understanding. I had few friends, people I trust with my very fragile emotions. I am eternally grateful I had them at the time I was down, unmotivated, and such a mess.

But what I am most grateful for is that I have learned to be by myself – vulnerable yet independent. Compartmentalizing helped me a lot to focus on my priorities without getting affected by the shit I had to go through. Then, I also got tired of bothering others with my problems. I didn’t want to be a burden a much as I am already to myself – to my emotions, but most importantly to my motivation.

I knew I was broken and a mess, still I was scared to ask for help.

Talking about this brings back a lot of unpleasant memories. But still, it taught me so much about pain, that no matter what, it really does take a whole lot of process to get rid of it, or at least just to lessen how much it affects your being (and yes, present tense). Then, regardless, of all the stupid acts and foolish thoughts I had, I have learned how to deal with my problems ON MY OWN. It wasn’t really my target, but I had no choice. I am so proud of myself on what I have accomplished – I have learned not to need others to fix my problem. Because I knew at the end of the day, after hearing all the pieces of advice I could get, it would always be still up to me.

Being broken really did take a toll on me but time did its job.
Later on, life gave me more things to be grateful for.

God reminded me that even if I did not have anyone special, I had my kids – my babies. I have my babies who I deeply care for and who adore me as well. He reminded me that I am living my purpose (to influence others, especially these young people) in the lives of these amazing teenagers with their raging hormones and self-identity crisis. I don’t know what else could replace the feeling of being a part of their growth, their own journeys. My relationships with them are so precious that I value every bit of trust they have given me. I LOVE MY BABIES with everything that I have (again, for another blog haha). They inspire me to be the better person I can be. And I am not even exaggerating. They were there to shed some light in my soul – they make me smile; they make me happy; basically, my babies spark Chebby up. ❤

Even if I lost some good people in the past year, I have met the most random human beings who have inspired me to be tougher and smarter to know what is the right decision and what I deserve in life. They might not know my past, my habits, or my whole story, but these few people showed up in my darkest hours when I was so confused. They cared about me for a moment, regardless, I will treasure each one for rescuing me. They helped me cover up that hole in my heart.

I was happy again. I had hope.
Then, I was sad. Filled with disappointment AGAIN.
The cycle goes on.
And I am just tired of hoping – of trying.
I am just tired of praying, asking for that one blessing.
But then, I still have to pray.
At least, just to talk to Him, and ask Him one last time to stop playing with my heart, with my life.

Like I said, I have been through so much.
I have gotten to the point where I stopped wanting people to want me.
I have so much time to focus in building this independent willful confident smart woman in me. But being strong is exhausting most of the time.


People always expect me to be the usual optimistic cheerful person. But then, I sometimes just want to mope around, and cry. Then, it will scare me a lot because it depresses me. I have never even described myself as an ‘anxious’ person. I have never even used the phrase “I’m having anxiety”, not until this year. And having to learn how it feels and what triggers it, SCARES ME. I feel like I am being tied down, held back by my spirits into this dark cave, and I just wanna curl up at the bottom. I DON’T LIKE IT. I DON’T WANT IT. Then, I am mature enough to realize that I needed that, too. I have the right to feel sorry for myself. Just for a moment. Cause I am human.

The next thing I know, I come back up, ON MY OWN. (Maybe ranting to a friend or two.)
Honestly, no one will pull you up but yourself.
No one would risk that much to be in the dark cave with you to help you crawl out.
They would just yell at you from the outside, then, it is all you.
Last, but not the least, WHEN I AM READY… I PRAY. It ALWAYS comes to this because I know that praying makes me whole again. God makes me whole again.

I have realized that no matter how much pain, disappointment, and anxiety I might feel, I will always find comfort in His arms.
The past year has been so conflicting, as it sounds. I don’t even know where to go from here. I don’t even know what this year has left for me. I just want to be lost.
I want to be lost in God’s plans for me. 

Even if you might not have faith in a God like mine, remember that every single thing, every feeling, every thought, every pain, every drop of joy matters to where we are right now.
It doesn’t define who we have become today but it rather brings us to who we want to be from here.

Don’t be scared.
Embrace every struggle, and welcome every victory.
You just have to be tougher. 🙂 


Keeping Up With My Resolutions

I don’t usually make resolutions because I think it’s a little sad that people think we can only change when another year begins. But there is something with age and experience that make me really think about resolutions. So, I came up with ten. Yes, ten things to really focus on doing this year.

I am pretty much a believer, so I do what I say.  It is also helpful to let people know your resolutions because they can help you monitor your commitment to it.


My life is an open book, and I don’t mind people knowing my stories. But that is the difference, my stories are different from who Chelby really is. They do not know the real me until I value our friendship.

I do love social media especially how it keeps us connected, but I do not like how sometimes we only post good things for people to admire or be envy at.

I somewhat have a rule wherein I do not accept a person’s request unless I have seen or met him/her personally, just because I don’t like being judged for what they only see online. Honestly, people inevitably make conclusions on the kind of person you are based on what you do, where you go, or what you post.

Limiting myself from giving too much away online will keep people guessing how things in my life got there. And if you wanna know me more? Don’t pry on silly things I post; send me a message. Then, I’ll give time for you, as I always do.


I have a rocky relationship with God. There are times when I am too busy to even acknowledge His existence that I forget to pray.

To have a solid communication with Him, I have little book called Didache which some Catholics use to have their daily reflection of the bible. And sometimes, this book gives you what you really need – the serenity of the mind and contentment of the heart.

So far, I feel happy and at ease as I start my day reading Didache, then I say a quick prayer while I sometimes listen to a worship song.

God is really an amazing listener. He is the most wonderful friend a person could ever have. My life has been so lucky ever since I constantly put Him at the beginning of my day. Why don’t you give Him a try? 🙂

Most importantly, I don’t forget to pray for every person in my life. Honestly, if you are reading my blog, then I have already included you in my prayers.


I have very few close friends that I know I will have for my lifetime, and these are the ones who I deeply care about their opinions, who I finish my chores early for to go on dates with them, and who have every right to scold at me when I do stupid things.

But, I do have other friends outside these small circles that I entertain as well. I am not a snob. I love it when someone comes to me to rant or whenever they need help.

There are also times that I do not need more people to open up to. Or sometimes I do not need any friend at all. I wanna learn how not to be dependent and handle things my own way.

Sometimes, the process of involving my friends or other people affects the end result wherein I could have done better if other people were not in my way.
(Did you get what I’m saying?)

But you gotta choose those moments. Your friends’ validation or comments sometimes help you feel better.


Everyone knows I am not a hugger. It’s not just my love language. I love more with words, time, and action. But my beautiful MDM students (not my clingy sister) who I dearly love taught me that hugs are essential, so I want to hug more for the people who needs it. I wanna let them know that I actually care.


Like my mom, I sometimes do tough love, and it’s hard. I don’t like putting people down because I have to. I wanna be more sensitive with my words and how it can affect other’s feelings. I am sometimes go way out of line and really throw some harsh words that pains not only others, but me as well.


Last year, I drowned myself with work and a lot of eat-outs with my friends. I was careless about how my body looks like. I grew fat and I hate when people mention it to me. I got very conscious every time others would be bothered by my weight. So, I finally had to shut those opinions by following the ketogenic diet. I also promised myself that I will make it a point to exercise at least twice a week. Aside from looking good (so I can wear my body hugging dresses and skirts again hehe), I need to have a healthy heart and a good cardio as well.


I am almost near the middle of my twenties, and honestly, I haven’t lived my life as I should. I want to explore. I want to learn new things. I need to experience life.

I have a lot of fears and doubts, honestly, I want to face each of it. I cannot limit myself anymore because it’s not safe or I am just afraid of having regrets. I need to put myself out there, to make more memories – good, heartbreaking, embarrassing, and blissful ones.


Hmm… I don’t know about this but I will try. We have books on the shelves that haven’t been read, and that is sad. I LOVE FILM AND TV SHOWS but BOOKS ARE MAGICAL THINGS. And I will be missing out on the magical experience of creativity and imagination if I do not read those classics, sci-fi novels, and those sappy ones, too.


I am not a freak when it comes to organizing. I like multi-tasking and procrastinating but I still have to stay focus not on actual things but with my goals. It does not really matter for me how I can get there. I care more about when I have achieved my goals, and that’s all of it. I know the process is essential but it is more fulfilling to think about what you are reaching for.


This is me giving more time to writing. This is what I am passionate about. I love my words and I love it better when people can relate to it. It overwhelms me the most when they appreciate it and thank me for saying what people need to hear. I have been told that my blogs are enlightening. That is practically I am aiming for. Aside from writing blogs, I also want to give more time to fill up my journal and my planner. I wanna have these good written memories to look back into after a year or a decade. I truly feel good when I write. It does take a lot of time and effort to be in the right zone to write but it makes me happy.

I know I already have 10 resolutions but this one is just an important reminder, I guess.


I love my friends. I am such an extrovert. I like accommodating and entertaining people. But I forgot to always appreciate my family. This time, I also promise to give time for them. Sometimes, there are practical things to give but honestly, it is all about the good conversations you have with them.

My family is loud, weird, fun, and pretty warfreak. I know they are toxic most of the time HAHA but I guess they are the only toxic people that I will forever have in my life; nobody else. And I am so thankful for them no matter the differences.

I write these not only for this year, but I write these to start doing it this year and onward.  I want to keep doing this because I need to be this person, and it starts this year.
Change is inevitable, yes, but change has to be progressive.

Make it or Break it

Sometimes in our lives, things get so complicated that we lose sight of what really matters. And sometimes we tend to forget how things should be – realistically and practically speaking.

We are so lost in confusion that we didn’t know how to handle things anymore. 

Then, we let the world – the people  around us, the situation we allow – dictate the things that happen… but we should not. 

Flipping coins, having a random roulette, and closing your eyes then opening them to show you which you should choose or do are just some silly ways to get manipulated by luck.

We all want things. Yes, there are choices, and as humans with an intellectual capability, we can narrow those down to which is more important. But what do we do? We assume that we are too weak to determine for ourselves what is best for us. We even end up always relying on other people to make these decisions for us.

This is just unfortunate that most of us are cowards. We are not able to take the risks because we are afraid on how it is going to affect us, the plans and principles we have. But if not cowardice, we are misled by the risky things we do.

I have taken a huge risk. But things and situations change so quickly, even our perspectives do. Then, it changes our decisions.

So, we tend to create these scenes where we get to decide whether it is a “make it” or “break it”moment. Well, for me… it was a “break it” moment. And because it happened, it made things clearer for me. 

Yes, we should take risks.

I knew it was risky… and that was my fault.

I had to go through some shitty things and stupid decisions first – outing myself too much and doing such reckless and bold moves -before it knocks me right over and wakes me up from this obnoxious idea. (Well, literally, my bestfriend pulled my hair; the other threatened to slap me because of this.)

It hurts to get blinded by your desires and this flattery idea because at the end, you are the loser. You expected too much. He doesn’t care.

Now, I get the urge of still playing this petty “game” but, this time, with a different approach. 

It is now the part where I build myself up.

I spend too much time manipulating people to like me that I even forgot to show them that I am already amazing the way I am. Probably, I have this drive that I need to adjust myself to his standards, but I was wrong – that was a pathetic move. Why be somebody else for him? I tried to be cool and be liberated to get his interest. But the heck, I just wasted so much time of senseless conversations. It was all dumb. I was such a fool for him.

Yes, we do some reckless things sometimes. And I think that is part of learning – the hard way. That’s practically fine… because it opened my eyes.

And after all these thinking, I have realized that I kept losing myself, my direction, in these dreamy realities that I forgot I have a life to live.

Bird Set Free 🕊

I have been living with something that has been holding me back for so long – for many years now. And finally, I have released myself from captivity – from keeping in my feelings about it. I have realized that it is time to move on and let go of everything that disables me to see the future ahead.
It may be vague, as I have experienced, but leaving things out in the open and letting time heal it never answer the questions “what happened?”, “why did it not work out?” and “what went wrong?”

I deeply believe that the best thing in building a good relationship is proper communication, none of those audio-video devices or applications that hinder us from connecting with other people. We connect through each other’s eyes. We feel each other’s souls. We comprehend their personality through their actions. And that is the best thing about being physically present.

Not communicating is never a goodbye. It is a death wish that will haunt you and will make you feel guilty for the rest of your lives. So, no matter how hard it is to try, no matter how complicated things might go, we should face the things that troubles us.

Life can be just over in a snap. Why waste the time of wondering things when you can actually do it?

It is definitely hard to let go of something familiar and comfortable. But sooner or later, we have to loose things in life, in order to welcome not only new things but better – even greater things you never had before.

Sometime in our lives we should make that jump.

Take the risk to even try. Yes, you might get hurt and disappoint yourself, but atleast you will have one less of a regret to not look back into anymore.

I am scared. And I think everybody is. I am scared of changing things, most especially people in my life. We always get scared of meeting new people, thinking that they would not like you as the former do. But that is the thing… change is adjustment. It is to begin a new phase in your life. and to embrace the feeling of it.

Who am I kidding? This is a blog about love.

Life is full of choices. Everybody makes the right choices that made us where we are now, but most of the time we make the wrong and stupid ones that put us in this complicated situation called living.

Pumili ka ng lalaki na mas mahal ka kaysa sa mahal mo siya.

(Be with a man who loves you more than you love him.)

– My Mother, 2016

I have been told once (by my professor, after I reported once about the “Types of Boys” -yes, I know cringe-y) that you can’t choose who to love. Well, I beg to differ. Yes, you can.

You can’t choose the person who loves you, but you can choose whether to give back the love or not. We can’t just force things to happen. (Selfish, I know.) There are some things we should do because it is the right thing to do, and not because we are too human that we should have mercy and just love whoever loves us. That is not fair.

We are human beings capable of weighing the choices in our lives.

People change overtime, sadly.

Usually, they become different from what we were used to.

So when they do change, sometimes we see things in a different angle. We change our preferences. Because it is through time that we mature and learn to decide justifiably.

I know that some people are blinded by love and forgot about reality. 

Our reality should be wherein people think, decide, choose, and live with less regrets.

The Time I Talk About My Heart

I was checking my Facebook posts that I put out in public, and one of those is my post last year after I had my heart procedure.


As I read this and the replies that I got from concerned people, I remembered the feeling.

I talk about the story how I come to have this heart syndrome, but I never talked about how I felt.

I feel… Helpless.

I remember the days back in 2014 when I had tons of medical tests for heart and cardio just to figure out what was wrong with me. I’ve been through few specialists. I had regular medications before.

It was a routine I had to make. A lifestyle I had to change. 

And it was hard… changing things in my life.

Limiting myself from what I love to do best… sports and everything that is physically exhausting.

It sucks being in captivity with this heart syndrome (WPWS).

Before, I always give time for a run after school during my college days, but now, I could hardly take my difficulty in breathing. And I would pity myself as I try to run.

There were days when people would look at me with such worry in their eyes as they see me in pain and could not breathe properly. I may have the attention of the crowd, but for the unfortunate and pathetic reason.

I did not choose this.

I thought this would be my story of success, but actually it is a story of my burden.

I’ve gone through the procedure – Radio Frequency Ablation, and it was one of the most uncomfortable moments in my life, making it as the very first time I was hospitalized. And my parents spent a lot of money just to make sure to have it removed, to have my heart fix.

It’s been almost eight months since the procedure, and I can still remember the smile my doctor gave me after he thought it was a success. And I can also remember the faces of everyone when he announced that I wasn’t still fine. That it came back.

It was devastating. But no one knows how bad I felt. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to show that there was nothing to be sad about, that we went through this for a good and justifiable reason.

They never knew why I am not that motivated anymore to go back for follow up consultations to see my doctor. I am deeply disappointed. I know he, my doctor, is, too, for that is the first time he failed the procedure. But I can’t blame him. I know he is a good doctor, and he and his team did their best. It’s just unfortunate that I have a complicated heart condition.

I don’t wanna live like this.

I don’t want to have this kind of heart which stops me from enjoying life itself. I just want things to be back to normal without anyone thinking about if I get stressed, if I did not have enough sleep, if I had too much caffeine or alcohol, if I run around organizing events too much, if I am tired from playing volleyball, jogging or even dancing, or if I even belt out songs too hard.

I wanna go back to the days when I can where my rubber shoes and put on my earphones on, and jog for an hour. I miss those days when I can freely exhaust myself from running back and forth receiving a hit from a volleyball. I miss those days when I didn’t have to face minor panic attacks when I start to get nervous.

I know I am still me. 

But without those things, I feel incomplete. It has been a part of me for so long, and I want it back.

I want to ride a roller coaster, and not have to control my excitement, so my heart could beat normally.

I don’t wanna restrict myself. I wanna live these years as I can.

After having beating myself up here with pity and tears, I am still me – the ultimately optimistic me. I know it’s a part of my life for sometime now that I have to get used to.

I am strong. I have to face the odds, and beat this heart syndrome.

I can, and I will conquer.

I should not let this hold back myself… because I know, looking up, He has greater and brighter plans for me that I should look forward to.



Trailers, Big No No!

2017 is here and I’m sure it is preparing everyone with big surprises. One of those would be the anticipated movies that will be showing this year – Beauty and the Beast, Fifty Shades Darker, Guardians of the Galaxy 2, Logan, Justice League, Spiderman: Homecoming, The Fate of the Furious, Pitch Perfect 3, Anabelle 2, and the list goes on and on.

With these upcoming movies come the movie trailers. (FYI, there are actually companies who make the trailers, not just the movie production team. I’ve learned it from one movie, though.)  Trailers are merely snippets of the movies. And I know that people watch these short clips from the movies to clench their craving for it. It makes them think. It makes them wonder and get all excited about it. I think that these companies, which make the movie trailers, make it appoint to present the highlights of the story. But, in truth, it is actually sad, at least for me.

I HATE TRAILERS.  I dislike watching trailers.

Trailers are the major spoilers on the planet. (Okay, I might be a little exaggerating there.) It is kind of dumb to know what lies ahead before you actually see it – before you experience the moment.  And, it just makes you see the good parts in the movie.

We must not deprive ourselves with some element of surprise. 

Maybe, me hating trailers started when I watched this drama movie. I watched the trailer of this movie, which I forgot what it was. The story – at least what is presented in the trailer – is very intriguing, so I watched it online. Then, only to find out, it disappointed me. It wasn’t the best drama movie I have ever watched. I swear I really forgot the title of this movie. It was years ago that I have watched this movie but what I can remember is the plot was weak and the setting was dull.

Henceforth, I never (okay, an understatement) watched a trailer since. Maybe, I’ve watched some, but I think those were the movie trailers for action movies and animated ones.

I hate getting spoiled with what is coming. Don’t you want to not know what is going to happen when you watch a movie?

Honestly, I don’t even watch those few seconds of preview for the next episodes of TV series. I just skipped to the next one at once or close it. The thing I hate the most are the trailers for upcoming soap operas on Philippine TV. Like damn! They have this 5-minute trailers of the plot of the whole teleserye. I remember saying once after watching a trailer (I think it was the upcoming TV series of Bea Alonzo and Ian Veneracion), “Ay grabe! Ayoko nang panuorin. Alam ko na story.” At the beginning of the trailer, I thought of  wanting to watch it, but then, the trailer won’t just stop. Wala na. It gave me the gist of the story. Bummer. Spoiler!

Judge me. Say I’m crazy. Yes, I am different (because I want to be).

But that is just me and my out-of-the-box mind.

Life is better when you are spontaneous. Do not overload yourself with things you should not worry about that much. Let the world surprise you, and you will be amazed.

Live for the Spectacular Now 🙂


My One & Only Regret

After many months, my friend, Alfred, and I finally got the chance to catch up with so many things! He is like one of my best friends, and one of the friends I know I’ll have forever, so it is important to update events in each other’s lives.

One thing that we did for more than an hour was answering “would you rather” questions. Basically, it’s just about answering the question based on what you think you would hypothetically choose or do. Like, for example, “would you rather eat chocolate-flavored poop or poop-flavored chocolate?” It’s just as simple as that. But some are really tough like “would you rather be friends with the love of your life or marry your enemy?” It’s kind of a weird game but a really difficult one. When you come to think of it, you might possibly have to make those decisions one day.

Then, there was this one question that I always know the answer to…

Would you rather see your future or change your biggest regret?

I don’t think most people would like to see the future, you know. The future is unpredictable. It is something you shall not cheat on, it just happens. And what people should do is live in this Spectacular Now.

So, obvi I rather change my biggest regret, as well as my friend. Alfred shared that he would have chosen another career path. He would have wished that he pushed that dream school of his and have it differently than how he turned out to be. It’s like having a series of  ‘what-ifs’. And for me, I have this biggest regret, my only regret that I’ve had since my last year in  gradeschool.

I let my first love slip out of my hands.

If I would change it, I would have given it a chance. Let’s go down yo memory lane. So, I met a boy, a boy I had in my class. We were strangers to each other yet we became seatmates – for the whole school year. And in that year, we became really close, close enough to be bestfriends, then started to really like each other by the end of the year.

He was sweet, really kind, funny and smart. He was Mr. Right. He liked me for who I was behind all my flaws. He was a keeper, I must say.

But then when we had our first year of high school, everything became different. I don’t know what happened but for some apparent and unjustifiable reason, we weren’t friends anymore. It was all gone before we had the chance to be something. Even that beautiful friendship was gone And the rest was history.

I regret that I didn’t do anything about it. Well, I would have never knew what to do at that time. I was 13 and too young to know what was going on.

But only if I had the chance and see what would have happened with my love life. It doesn’t matter if maybe we are still together until now if it happened or not. What matters is what if we just tried.

There are alot of things we wished we never did. But that is life I guess. We make mistakes, and it is all in the past. And I am thankful for it. I would never change my past for I know it makes me who I am now.

But this is an exemption…
I’ve got this feeling that he would have been one of the greatest things that could have happened in my life.

I just wished our paths would cross again. I’m not hoping for anything but just to see how things would go if we became friends again.

To be honest, I rarely share this story to my friends. It just makes me sad thinking about it. It’s kind of difficult to go back to a time where you wish you could change it but you can’t, and you’ll never get to see what happens after because you know there is no next page.

Always Fight For Yourself

Two weeks ago, my brother resigned from a job he had in a hotel even before his first month of working is over. Let’s just say that things got ugly in the workplace – ‘ugly’ meaning bullying and stepping on other people for their own sake. Guess it was all too much for my brother that he has to quit at once.

People are mean & selfish!
This is a really UGLY world, unfortunately. 😦

In relation to this, we, Filipinos, are very familiar with the term called ‘Crab Mentality’

Crab Mentality – people tend to do evil & vicious things to pull down other people for their benefit to get higher

It’s sad.

Some people couldn’t just be fair. Where is justice, people?!!

So, as my brother walked his resignation paper and talked to the authorities, hoping that some good thing will happen, well, it just became worse. He was even treated like shit (excuse the language). I’m saying this for his sake because the people concerned even made him felt that he is in the wrong position, in fact, he was the person abused in the situation. People in the workplace knew about this stupid behavior yet they tolerate it. So crucial!

It’s not some kind of initiation as they think it is. It is lowering a person’s self-esteem, and it is one of the most terrible and worst things that could happen to an individual. It loses confidence and faith in oneself. Thus, in a worst case scenario, might lead into suicidal.

“You should have fought for yourself.”
These are the words I mentioned to my brother over dinner. (Well, my farewell words before we put this incident all behind us – it was tragic, for my brother)

Every person has the right to fight for themselves in whatever condition that your dignity and your pride are being ruined by others.


Don’t let anyone tell you something that you are not!

I am really not a big fan of negative adjectives. All my life, I hate those bad vibes… It’s very inappropriate to a growing child or even to a person who is trying to find his place in this world.

We must learn how to appreciate the little things, the tiny abilities that one can do.

We are here in this world not to destroy one another but to build a space for people to grow and to be successful.

Be fair & spread peace!

Thou Shall Not Deceive

I was waiting at the bus stop along Taft Avenue awhile ago while I was just a few chapters of finishing this amazing book – Girl Online by Zoe Sugg (better known with her sensational Youtuber name Zoella). Suddenly, something happened before my eyes…

There is a guy holding tons of scapular and a card that contains a prayer. Then, a man and woman was walking along. The three of them met coming from opposite directions right in front of me. The couple was stopped by the man with the scapulars then handed each of them a scapular and the card. Thinking that those were free, the two were about to continue walking. But then, the guy came back to them and said they should making an offering. The woman gave 20 pesos saying that its already for the two if them but the man reluctantly said that each if them should give and offering. I was so said I didnt even bother to meddle.

I think this is one of the moments you just hate people for being such hypocrites. I know for sure that he was just using those scapulars to get money from people. I don’t know if you can consider this incident as one if those what is called here in the Philippines as “budol-budol”.

Let me explain what budol-budol is based from how I understood hoe it works. It is an act done by people to fool people. They pretend that they are in some situation or they try to sell you something (just like this incident) but what they are really up to is to distract you into paying attention to them. The next thing you know you lost your valuables. It’s sad right?

That is one of the tragic things or doings Filipinos do to deceive people just to score money or gadgets.

Why do we have to outsmart or fool other people to trouble them? Why can’t we just work to get what we want?

Pet Peeve: ‘Ungentlemanly’ Of You

I think every person in this world believes that the male species should act as a gentleman.

gentleman (n.) a man who treats other people in a proper and polite way

It is also defined that men should treat women just like a fragile flower. It shows a simple act as giving way to women first – of showing them much respect.

Awhile ago, on my way to school, I was standing up in the bus on almost the whole time of the trip. No men cared to offer me a seat, especially when there was already a chance but the homosexual men selfishly took it. (Okay, so I have nothing against gay people. I know he doesn’t think manly so I understand). I easily get tired because of the meds I’m taking – it’s one of the side effects of it- that’s why I would die just to sit during the trip.

Well yeah i know it’s also my fault that I didn’t leave early to secure myself a seat but still it’s not the point.
I was like the last woman standing among the men who were. It usually happens to me, not that it cares though. Then, I got to sit for the last few minutes of the trip as soon as there was an available chair.

As I was trying to get off the bus, I went to the aisle, and there was this guy who knew that I was already there but he still didn’t give way to me. I was so pissed. So Pissed!

It’s too much for one morning. I don’t know but maybe I just got unlucky with these guys (potential homos). Then, at that moment, I remembered what my high school class adviser used to tell us about gender equality:

If men can do it, I believe women can do it, too.

He pointed out that he doesn’t give his seat to a lady except if an old woman or a pregnant one.


Main point is men should not be the only ones to act like a gentleman. Women should also care to be one. Yes, females may be physically weaker than males but we should know how to be strong. It’s not wrong to act like a man. You know you, girls, should do what boys do especially if you know you are able to help other people.

Let’s be fair to one another. 🙂
BUT men, don’t forget that you should still act more gentlemanly than anybody else in this world, we, girls are still delicate. And sorry to say this but we really have to be taken good care of. 🙂 Women are emotional freaks, remember that. We can get moody all of the time, so better handle us with gently.

Though, men and women are different in each way, we are still ALL humans.