I actually hate my hair and make-up here. However, these photos are souvenirs of my college life, so I’ll post them anyways. Oh wait. Yeah, whatever. O<3
and the ordinary “me”. haha
FYI misogyny- n, hatred of women
I’ve been pondering on this thought for a couple of nights now. I just know that something’s not right – that something is the way judgmental, narrow-minded people look at me in the most basic level of criticizing a person, and it is disturbing.
I thought that I’m aware of the fact that there’s no escaping the sh*t out of everyone, I’ve been living my whole life believing that I have to deal with everyone’s negativity if you’re on the same track. BUT, NO.
I have the choice to make this journey possible without having a detour. There will be no U-turns, no overtaking. If I have to be stuck in this, I will allow. I have nowhere to go as of now, I just have to keep my eye on my goal and keep that sight tightly forward.
People will always say something about you, people will always talk. Let them talk. I don’t know who said this but I’m keeping this in my mind right now. When people want you down, it means you’re above them.
Hell yes. How could that be possibly untrue? I always aim for a beautiful mind and soul, while they’re here, consuming their lives with the guilty pleasure of dirty talking. I know it’s fun, but it’s not for me.
I’ve been receiving the misogynistic treatment from people who don’t know how to exercise their lady rights and the “I’m Single License” appropriately . These people have to act their age accordingly. People, let’s all GROW UP. It’s one thing the human race of my age needs- maturity. Let us leave the insecurity of life to teenagers. Shall we?
I just felt the need to update my blog with some happy happenings for the past half-month.
Pagsamba sa Laur, Nueva Ecija. THIRTY HOURS of sacrificing my normal life for an hour of a blessed church worship service. The experience was super worth every little thing. :’)
The actual worship service was held Saturday 8am, but we were already busy preparing Friday noon. We were all set on the bus for an 8-hour trip Friday night. All in all, I spent thirty hours of my life on a bus on the road, with the same clothes (somehow) and everything. It’s a very good thing I have a good company with me — my sister, cousin, and… you know. <3
I was on Facebook, I came across this and immediately ‘liked’ it. This page, and my POOPIPIE of course, made my night. HAHAHA. #tamaanka
and my favorite, Dear Idiot:
Another awesome late-night walk and hilarious three-hour-conversation. <3 Indeed, true love is best-friendship set on fire. <3
You are my sleeping pill. Goodnight. <3
MANILA, Philippines – The Iglesia ni Cristo (INC) beat the Guinness world record for the largest charity walk for Super Typhoon “Yolanda” victims on Saturday. Kirstie Bennett, Guinness adjudicator in the Philippines, said that 175,000 participated in the 1.9 kilometer walk which started at the Cultural Center of the Philippines and ended near the Diamond Hotel in Manila.
The Philippines beat Singapore which held the previous record at 77,500 in 2000. The figure was based on the number of wristbands worn by the participants and dropped in a box by the finish line.
“Mabuhay! You’re officially amazing,” Bennett told an enthused crowd of INC members who gathered at the Quirino Grandstand Saturday night. Auditing firm SyCip Golles and Velayo Co. monitored the counting of the wristbands counted by INC members.
Proceeds from the walkathon would go to Yolanda victims, which ravaged Central Philippines and claimed over 6,000 lives.
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I just realized that today’s toys do not make sense. I want to bring the old times, where strengthening the skills of the player is the main goal of the game. Games two to three decades ago require physical readiness, unlike now. Children back then loves rain because they knew it was more fun to play under it. Kids today hate it because their ‘toys’ will get ruined and thus wrecked. Manufacturers are making products to play WITH US, little do we know that these things become the main subject of the ‘game’, not us. Think. We are their robots, hauling us to buy stupid stuff ( thus this makes buyers stupid also) – toys that are of little value, toys that have expiration date in terms of social trend and toys that vacuum the childhood years in today’s little kids. They really should be out enjoying the afternoon rain.
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