❤Shoes

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Good shoes takes you to good places… that I believe to be true. That’s probably why, when people say that “diamonds are a girl’s best friend”—I flinch…because I’d rather go for shoes! Yes. Shoes. Sometimes, it doesn’t have to be expensive or ostentatious. All it takes is a good fit…a comfortable one. Something on which you can walk with: strutting your grace, jumping with joy, and walking on grounds of beautiful places.

When we dream, we dream high… we dream big… with our feet on the ground. Isn’t marvelous to have your feet on the ground with good shoes in it?! After all, you have your dreams underway… better work in it with class.

This is just me, a girl talking… a girl who loves shoes!

For What It's Worth... Thank You♥

I am not the best writer…... for me, it doesn’t really matter because I like what I do—- I love what I do. This is what I do best. And God merits me for being proud and loud with this talent. Sometimes, with my words, I can touch hearts. Some people would really appreciate my work, saying “that’s really how I felt”, “you made me cry”... and with all these, I am even more inspired. Knowing that somehow, even in the simplest forms, you are able to touch a soul- is such a heartfelt privilege that I am truly grateful for. Yes, I may not be the best, but I am happy and content. In God’s eyes, I am doing just fine. And in everything I do, I do it for the greater Glory of our Lord……... and that is what truly matters! In this world, we all want to be appreciated for who we are. When people appreciate all the little things I am able to pull out of all my imperfections, I am moved. So, for all the people who loves me, cares for me, appreciates me……... GOD LOVES YOU, as much as I LOVE YOU! Kudos! 

waiting

I know you’re scared…just like me. And I will be waiting until you stop being scared. And if you do, just tell me, and I will be braver…for you and me 웃❤유

RADYO.

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Ang puso ko, parang radyo. May switch, tuner at volume control. At ikaw ang paborito kong station.

Hmm. Radyo.  Kapag ayoko ko nang makinig sa’yo, pwede ko yun i-off. Kung nami-miss kita, pwede ko i-on at hanapin ang favorite radio station ko. Pwede kong palakasin ang tunog nito para marinig mo ang isinisigaw nito. Volume up para makinig ka at maintindihan mo ang gusto nitong iparating. Volume down kung hindi ka pa handang marinig ito…at kung sa tingin ko ay hindi mo pwedeng malaman ang laman ng kanta ko. Kapag busy ka, may tuner naman, para maghanap ng ibang radio station. Para naman maaliw ako kahit papaano. Marunong maglibang ng sarili ang radyong ito. Ang problema nga lang, madalas hindi ko gusto yung ibang nahahanap ko. Kapag dead on air na ang favorite station ko, maari kong mapakinabangan ang tuning control ko. Gamitin ang fine-tuning para maging sakto ulit sa gusto ko.

Katulad ng radyo, ang puso ko ay gawa sa bakal. Pero konting spark lang, maaring magbago ang tunog nito. Minsan mo nang binuhay ito, at minsang nakalimutan ng puso ko na gawa sa bakal ito. Pero katulad ng maraming bagay, nasisira din ito. Kaya huwag kang magtaka kung pilit kong sinusukat ang voltage mo. Baka kasi kapag nasobrahan, bigla na lang itong sumabog…mag-short circuit, at makuryente lang ako. Kapag kulang, baka hindi na ito gumana ng maayos. Dapat sakto lang. Yung spark na magpapatunog nito ng magagandang musika, at hindi makakasira sa kanyang makina. Oo, maselan ang radyo na ito. Kaya sinasala ko ng mabuti ang kuryenteng magpapagana dito. Balang araw, alam ko na kakalawangin din ito, masisira, mabubulok, mawawasak. Pero sisiguraduhin ko, na bago yun mangyari, nakapagbigay muna ito ng magandang musika sa pandinig ng tenga ko, at ng ibang tagapakinig nito. Oo, takot akong mabasag ito nang basta-basta. Kaya sana, hayaan mo munang makapag-adjust ang wiring nito. Pero, kung sa tingin mo hindi compatible, ipaalam mo nang mas maaga. Para hindi na mapasubo ang radyo na may malaking halaga sa pagkatao ko.

Best Friends

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BEST FRIENDS.

they are there for you… to mess with your day, to eat your chocolates, to sleep in your bed, to paint your nails red, to tell you you’re ugly, to choose that perfect dress, to borrow your shoes and clothes (and seldom have them returned), to consume your mum’s groceries, to wake you up at 3 am because they can’t fall asleep, breaks up with their boyfriend for a day so that you’ll have a date on valentine’s day, bring you to the weirdest places, have those epic faces to make you laugh, run and dance in the rain with you, go shopping with you, fights for you, laughs with you, cries with you, and GROW OLD with you.

You will have a couple, or plenty, of boyfriends…but in our lifetime, most often than not, we only have that ONE best friend we can always count on. So don’t you ever leave them…they’re worth a lifetime of friendship… more genuine than anyone could ever be …

Lou, Rej, Karl, Lei, Joemz

Payee, Tel, Karl, Nah, Ai, Mica, Marj

Not Your Kinda Girl♥

I know that I’m not a supermodel-type of girl. I’m not petite. I am more of a voluptuous type. I don’t have a perfect hair—mine mess-up a lot. And most days, it doesn’t fall out right. I don’t have pretty dress, designer bags and shoes. I dress up based on comfort, and seldom goes by the trend. I love the colors of black and red, because they enhance my complexion. I am picky, perfectionist, and sometimes OC. I have a list of my own rules and standards, and I exempt only those who are worthy. I am bad-tempered when I’m not in the mood, but I can lengthen my patience if I choose to. I am “mataray” and “maldita”—I never deny that, because that’s part of the person that I am. I am mean and I can be a total bitch* if I have to. You see, I am not your perfect kind of girl. I mess up a lot! I can break hearts in a snap, but I can mend one with a laugh*. I can be kind. I seldom make judgment if I know that I am in no position to make one. I make mistakes—a lot. But I know how to forgive, as long as I can…with or without apologies uttered*. I give chances—always, if you ask for one. I give my trust completely. But if you break it, then it’s gone. But if you can mend that trust, then it’s going to be a gift—don’t waste that chance*.

When I love someone—people—like family and friends, I take care of them…make sure they’re fine. Wipe their tears, laugh with their hearts out, and give them a shoulder to lean on…with our home always open…and TIME to spend with them. I devote myself to people I love*… hate those who hurt them, and thank those who make them smileJ I know I’m not perfect, because no one is. But if you give me chance…and try to know me…maybe, just maybe—you’ll fall in love with the imperfect ME♥

A Ghost of a Past’s Choice

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Someone once asked me, “Why did you take up nursing?” Well, I don’t want to make up reasons which will certainly become a lie. Actually, my parents wanted me to. But if I’d truly be asked, what I wanted for myself…answer is, I don’t know. That’s why I went with what my parents told me. Besides, parents know best right? The question is, if I will survive this.

Another someone asked me, “Why didn’t you quit? If that’s not what you wanted” Well, truth is, I still don’t know. I just told myself that, if this is what God wanted for me, then let it be. Now the question is, is this really what God wanted for me or I just assumed it was?

The problem with me is that I don’t know what I want for myself. I’m a coward for what it’s worth. Not brave enough to try something out of the ordinary…too scared of taking risks and failing afterward…too afraid of finding out if it’s all worth it, or just another blow in the air. I always feel like, “I can’t” even without trying. Maybe because I’m that type of person who constantly seeks for everyone’s approval: too concerned of what others may think, and cannot handle too much criticism. I am that someone who hasn’t experienced defeat, because I am a mediocre…not going far enough to move forward and walk some rocks.

But if there is anything worthwhile in all this, it’s the experience I had while in college. Behind all the drama in all those four years, lies a life’s worth of learning of which I would not dare trade with anything.

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Not everyone could go beyond the white walls of the hospital and see some real action and quality drama. E.R is my favorite hangout—simply because it keeps me active and moving while on duty. It’s not okay to see bloody people around, or to receive a patient who just had a Cardiac Arrest. Sometimes, it can be downright scary, and there were times when I just froze in one corner or even close my eyes because it was simply too much for me to handle. O.R is also a favorite—I love the fact that I could see live pictures of body parts on which for most people, they only see on pictures/books or TV. I am able to take a very close look on God’s intricate and most impressive creation: the Human Body. If special areas activate me, Wards drown me to boredom with its routinely work…but in these places, you meet real people—really sick people whom you could talk to, and if you’re lucky, even inspire you. In Wards, you take care of them—strangers—patients—clients—and some could become your friend.

This has been my life as a nursing student. And if you’d ask me again, “Why I didn’t leave?”—maybe, just maybe—I love what I do…or should I say what it did to me.

FALLING STARS.

I'm not looking for love. It will come, the way shooting stars lit up the skies.

I’m not waiting, nor expecting.

Not assuming nor engaging on anything.

Life has rules.

Falling in love has its rules.

I’ve got my own rules.

And once I get to that point, where rules are no longer rules,

And you become an exception to those rules,

Then that’s the time I can say, “Love has fallen” like the stars are falling.

Kids Define Love

A group of 4 to 8 year-olds were asked the question, “What does love mean?” Below are their answers. So pure and true. If you have your definition of love to add, please comment!

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” Rebecca- age 8  

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4  

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl – age 5  

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy – age 6  

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” Terri – age 4  

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” Danny – age 7  

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily – age 8  

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” Bobby – age 7 

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)  

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle – age 7  

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy – age 6  

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare – age 6  

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine-age 5  

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” Chris – age 7  

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” Mary Ann – age 4  

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren – age 4  

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Karen – age 7  

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark – age 6  

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica – age 8  

And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry”

When It’s Time for Goodbyes

It’s never easy to let someone go…to say goodbye…and be on your own. We are never prepared for departures—needless to say, a permanent one at that. No matter how much you know that it’s going to be the end, or when someone says it’s gonna be okay if it ever ends…still, watching people go remains to be heartbreaking. It’s like watching someone walk away with their backs on you, and you know that you’re never gonna see their faces again…only memories will remain.

Someone once said that it’s not on how people died that we should remember, but on how people lived. Upon watching the movie, My Sister’s Keeper, Anna’s last words before the closing credits bore a significant message to me. She said, “Once upon a time, I thought I was put on earth to save my sister. In the end, I couldn’t do it. I realized now, that wasn’t the point…the point was I had a sister. She was fantastic!” Beginnings and endings are just part of the story…how we were born, or how we’ll ever die is just part of life. What matters is that, we lived.

The movie was about Kate Fitzgerald who was diagnosed with Leukemia…or should I say about Anna Fitzgerald—her sister’s keeper…or maybe both. When Kate was first diagnosed, her doctor advised her parents that she needed a match to save her life. Anna was genetically conceived to be her match. All of Anna’s life, she has been donating her parts to her sister—from the moment she was born, for eleven years. She has been giving Kate her blood, granulocytes, bone marrows, etc. until one day she came to a lawyer and said she no longer wanted to give any of her parts to her sister…even if she knows it could kill Kate. She said, she wanted control over her own body and wanted a “medical emancipation”—or is it really? Anna knew she was born for a reason…and that is to save her sister’s life. I guess all of us were put on earth for a reason too. There are no coincidences, nor accidents in life. Maybe the only difference is that Anna knew it too soon unlike the rest of us.

Kate—she was so young when she learned that her life is on the edge of a cliff. Yet, she battled it through and stayed a little bit longer. She saw her sister grow and Anna watched over her and took care of her. She fell in love with a fellow patient, and felt broken too when he died without saying goodbye after their prom. She’s still alive but dead was lurking over her life…and her family too. Her mom has been taking care of her, staying by her side all the time, and gave up everything to fight the battle with her. I could say the same for her dad, and brother, and sister, and the rest of their family. I wonder what it feels like seeing your family like that—doing everything to make you feel better…to somehow make everything seem normal even if everyone knows it isn’t…or at least make everything okay. Kate has been fighting for her life…but everyone gets tired along the way, including her. But she couldn’t seem to give up—for her mom, for her family.

It was Kate who asked Anna to go to the lawyer. It turned out that she no longer wanted to have any more surgeries. She wanted to free Anna and allow her to live a life outside the shadows of being her sister’s life-saver. That was the last thing she asked from her sister.

Kate died. Her last wish was to see the beach…to be with her family at the beach. It was the moment in the movie wherein you’ll realize how bitterly sweet life could be. She had a wonderful family…she has been given all the love that somehow made her life a little bit longer…and happy…but that’s it. In the end, when your time is up, you have to go. She died with the last person on her side—her mom. They had to let go, and move forward.

Someone once asked, “What will you do today if you know you’re going to die tomorrow?” In Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist he said, “To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day” so why does the last day be any different from the rest? Make your life count, even when your days are numbered… live each day like it’s your last…because in the end, you’ll never know when it’s time…you’ll never know when it’s the last. Dying is always scary…and the hardest part is leaving the people you love behind...but the best part is, knowing you made a difference in someone else’s life while you’re alive. 

My Sister's Keeper is a 2009 American drama film directed by Nick Cassavetes. Based on Jodi Picoult's novel.

Film released on June 26, 2009.

Cast:

Cameron Diaz as Sara Fitzgerald

Alec Baldwin as Campbell Alexander

Abigail Breslin as Anna Fitzgerald

Sofia Vassilieva as Kate Fitzgerald

Jason Patric as Brian Fitzgerald

Evan Ellingson as Jesse Fitzgerald

Heather Wahlquist as Aunt Kelly

Luke Wilson as Edward Alexander

Elizabeth Daily as Nurse Susan

Lin Shaye as Nurse Adele

Joan Cusack as Judge De Salvo

Thomas Dekker as Taylor Ambrose

Jeffrey Markle as Dr. Wayne

Emily Deschanel as Dr. Farquad

Amit Khanduja as Chief Surgeon

Olivia Hancock as Young Kate Fitzgerald

I Will Stay

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As time flies by

Even when the leaves wither

The winds blew its vigor

I’ll be by your side

Even when the colors turn grey

Life would still be gay

Because you’re there to bring hue to life everyday

Even when life seems weary

And some things don’t come by easily

I’ll be by your side

In life

Eventually

Some stays, some goes

Still

I’ll be by your side

Wherever the wind may take us

We’ll still be together

I’ll always be by your side

forever…

House Rules

I'll be posting this on my wall

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The virtues we learn from our homes reverberates throughout our existence. The most important values, most often than not, we achieve through our families.

As they say, we all have our own homes... it is where our heart is. Wherever we go, and wherever we may be, we always go back home... and we simply remember these rules as we carry on.