Friday, August 28, 2015

Once Upon a Time I Was

There was a stage in my life when I didn't trust other people but my entire clan and my best friend, then I chose to stay inside our house, in a room most of the time.

I'd always read. I always had a book or an e-book with me. I'd read from morning til dawn that I just took my baths in the afternoons or evenings, rarely in the mornings.

I barely talked. All of a sudden, I became the silent and the introvert. I only talked to please and make my family happy.

I was antisocial. I rarely went out. I only went out of the house when I was told to run errands or if we had family gatherings.

I barely had communications with my other friends and acquaintances. I only had little communication with my best friend who passes by our house, keeps up with me, gives me updates, and checks how I was.

That had been me!



It's odd how today I remember all these, recall how I felt then, and realize I was never lonely during that phase in my life. I was a loner, but I was content. Well, it may be because I was too engrossed with the books I read. I am not really sure, but I was happy then. I had my own bubble and felt safe. I couldn't help but wonder how I'd be today if I kept myself inside that bubble. I wouldn't have been hurt, but I wouldn't have experienced real life too.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Hardly I knew what happened,
But you just came along -
Making me want to write a song.

What you said, what we created
Could have been lies
But those made me feel nice.

We had our own kind of deal
- something to you I knew is new
and I knew then in you, it's just one of the few.

For that, I thank you
For making me think I am to you

          is someone too!

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Sometimes we just can't pretend - to laugh and smile - if the pain is just too much, if the wound is way too deep, if the cut is still fresh, and if we just can't handle it. Sometimes it's okay to get tired and to take a break and rest. --- Sometimes it is okay to cry, leave life to God, and live it again after that.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Stop judging people.
You may have seen or even been part of the picture, but you were never part or even told of their story.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Someday I'd Be

Set of arrows at me all throw,
None takes me in a blow,
Still I remain
Waiting for more bane,
Hoping one day I'd learn;
Courage I'd earn.

Harder than it is,
And though I'm a Miss, 
My heart knows no surrender, 
My mind thinks it's to you I'd render 
All the love I have, 
All it I give. 

But no, though this is what my soul goes through, 
Still I believe that there's and must be end in this me and you. 
Tired one day I'd be 
- this I greatly wish to be free. 
Someday I'd be, I'd do,
Just help me to!

Saturday, August 22, 2015

10 Reasons Why I Am the Best Choice

I may not be the best choice for many, but I know I am for a certain man. Now here's why...

1. I am a lady of intelligence and talents. I'd learn from him while he'd learn from me too.

2. I am a lady of dignity and integrity. I am very open-minded too. I'd understand him, respect him, teach him, and correct him.

3. I love faithfully. I'd only love him and him alone as what a faithful wife would do.

4. I greatly believe in God. There's a great assurance that we'd have a wonderful harmonious relationship if we both believe in His Love and Glory.

5. I am imperfect, but I know I'd love perfectly.

6. I believe that impossibilities do not exist, for everything may be learned and acquired in due practice and process. Thus, we can always find ways and solutions together.

7. I stand with a list of principles in life. I have my own virtues, and I am ready to share them to him.

8. I don't give up and give in easily. Our relationship would definitely last.

9. I know I'd stand beside him no matter what happens. I'd always be there for him. I'd hold his hands when he's cold. I'd embrace him when he needs warmth. I'd be his shoulder when his tired. I'd be a handkerchief, a pillow, and a blanket to him. I'd be his umbrella too.

10. I'd be his light when everything seems so dark. I would never get tired of loving him, taking care of him, understanding him, and supporting him. I'd make sure I'd do what's best for him.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

10 Qualities of My Future Husband

He must be dark and taller than me. He must be really simple and true to himself.

He must be God-fearing and open-minded.

He must be really nice to everyone.

He must always share his smile to anyone.

He must love me faithfully.

He must be very humble and understanding.

He must love my loved ones, my family, my relatives, and my friends, too.

He must love our children more than he loves me.

He must know how to provide for our family. He must know how to cook too.

He must never forget his parents, from where he come from, or his past which brought him to where he is in the present.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

10 Things that Make Me Smile

A lot of things can really make me smile and these include...

nature

presence of my much-loved ones

my friends' innocent-looking photographs

weird and fully-unexpected circumstances

simple silly moments with my loved ones

joyrides

my family and friends' jokes

secrets I share with my family and friends

good memories

and



pranks

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

10 Ways to Make My Life Better


I believe I need to...

Hold on tighter to the Lord's promise.

Live life without fear.

Think positively about those I dislike and fear.

Love people who have hurt me.

Forgive those who have angered me and hurt me.

Respect the differences I have with people and the people around me (because sometimes I use the differences that we have against the people who have hurt, angered, and betrayed me).

Deal with people and circumstances with ease and faith.

Stay strong physically, mentally, spiritually, morally, and intellectually.

Exert effort for a wonderful life!

Change myself for the better.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Ten Reasons Why My Life is Beautiful

My life is totally beautiful for the reasons that...

I believe in God. I entrust my life to Him. I know He has plans for me. That is why I do not worry over the challenges that I meet in my life. I keep myself calm and collected every time because I know nothing won't go wrong because I have Him by my side.

I am loved. It is one of the great assets that I have. It is the love that God and the people around me that gives me the reason to live, fight, and love too. It's the reason why I exist.

I have a wonderful family. My family makes my life superb, amazing, fantastic, and exciting! Though we are financially incapacitated, we are wealthy of love. My family gives me the strength to hold on and the courage to live and face life. Their happiness is my happiness.  And I thank God for them.

I have a set of true friends. These friends I have paint the colors in my life.

I am optimistic. I see life with a bright outlook. I aim to live a life with reasons because I want to live in a world of peace and kindness.

I am blessed with special gifts: intelligence and talents. These special gifts (which may not be considered by others as biggies) that I have received from God make my life blissful.

I am content. Simple, though they may be little, I get very happy with these little things: the smiles plastered on people's faces, the simple acts of sweetness and kindness we offer to each other, the stories I see on children's faces, and the faith we have in God.

I am faithful. Through this faith that I keep, I see hope. I always look forward to see the good. I know someday, in God's time, I'd find the real and wonderful meaning of life.

I do not want to let anyone down. This line has been my personal tag line. I do my very best not to let people down. I do not want anyone hurt. I want to see the smiles, hear the laughters, and listen to people's wonderful stories. If everyone's happy, then I'm happy. It's what's a beautiful life after all!


I am firm for what I know is right and just. What I know is that imposing bits of discipline and wisdom to myself make my life lovelier! These make me a better person anyway.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Our Last

If I let you go, 
If I give up on you today,
I know I'd never fall in love again,
But if what you want me to do is set you free,
Then I'm ready,
Yes, say it,
I know I just have to do it.
I want you to be happy,
Just remember me this way baby.
Don't worry about me,
Don't play guilty,
I'll be fine, I'll do good, I'll be okay.
Someday I'm gonna meet you again and greet you "Hey!"
And we'll see
If it'd still end with "I love you 'by."
I'm gonna miss you,
Take care too. Thank you.

Friday, August 14, 2015

On Edgar Allan Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart

          The short story is narrated through the first person point of view. It takes place inside a house. The narrator, the old man, the police, and the neighbors are the only characters in the story. The neighbors do not really have an actual part in the story though. They were just mentioned by the narrator who is the main character of the story, and I am telling you, this narrator is insane! (Good job Poe!)

          The story begins with the decision to kill the old man. And who would kill the poor old man? It's the narrator. You see, the narrator does not like how the old man's eyes look at the narrator. Thus, the narrator keeps on coming to the old man's room every night, waiting for the old man's eyes to open so that the narrator could kill him. Now there lies the conflict. The narrator cannot kill the old man if his eyes are not open until one night. That night, the narrator has made some noise upon checking on the old man and this noise made the old man wake up. Then, boom! The narrator kills the old man, divides his body, and puts the body parts under the floor. Gross! Then, the police comes. As if nothing happened, the narrator is very relaxed that he even invited them inside the old man's bedroom. However, as they stayed there longer, the narrator has gone really mad that the narrator heard sounds which the narrator did not recognize right away until the narrator realized it was of the old man's heart. The story has even gotten too spiced up because before the narrator recognized the sound, the narrator even told the police to look under the floor covers. He is really insane!

          Generally, the theme of the story talks about reality in which humans really have these dark side and thoughts that humans just keep. Unfortunately, the narrator has not kept and held them within this story.

Thursday, August 13, 2015


This video was taken on July 18, 2015. After the deadliest deadline! ^_^v

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Way back S.Y. 2009-2010, I personally made this collage, representing me. This single image contains the individual pictures of the likes that I have then and now.

"I think admitting that you're hurt is better than pretending you're okay when you're actually not."

No Ordinary Night Sky

Sunday, ‎July ‎12, ‎2015, ‏‎7:11:41 PM
           I decided to stay on our porch tonight. It has been a while since the last time I stayed here to finish one paper work. I guess that was four months ago. I actually used to stay here to finish school works three years ago, but then, I broke the habit. Maybe it was because I had enough of the passers-by’s attention. I’m not really sure, and I’m still not so sure why I came to stay here tonight.
           It’s quite peaceful here. I got lights behind me and a little background music that my sister is playing in the living room. There are not a lot of passers-by and roaring motorcycles tonight. The sky is really dark, and there aren’t stars that I’d normally see every night three years ago. I can’t even see the moon. There isn’t moonlight but artificial lights. It’s dark yet I’m at an uncertain ease. I do not know the reason why. Thus, I’m guessing it’s because I need a moment with myself. I need space. I need a break.
           Break? Space? From what? These questions directly popped in my head. Maybe it’s of the “cruelty” the world has brought me. I think I’m partly lying and telling the truth.
           You just miss him! My inner self yelled like it caught me doing something I should be guilty of.
           Okay, I won’t lie. Yes, I miss him. I really do. And I think it’s one of the reasons why I’m here on our house’s front porch. You see, he used to pass by our house during those nights I stayed out here in the open to think and study. From a distance, he’d be riding a bike passing by our house slowly as he’d look at me and watch what I’d do. Then, my sister would catch him doing those and she’d report it to me by the time he’s gone. Those times were too flattering that I took those for granted. I didn’t care ask how he was doing back then. I didn’t even care sending him a text message to know if he was okay or not. I assumed he was okay and we were better off without each other. I thought I had moved on, but I haven’t. That is why I still miss him today.
I feel stupid for letting him go. In the very first place, our ruin was my fault. I was too childish that I didn’t realize that he’s the one that I’d love truly. Judging by now, my love for him may be considered undying. I do not know why but it isn’t withering. If the quote, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” is true, then I’d be a witness, for I am living with its proofs. I truly do not understand why, but I have learned a lot from continuously loving him. Our ruin has brought me both good and bad. I had the worst and best experiences out of it.

The Hour Glass

          I grabbed some bread from the kitchen and stayed on the porch. I chewed the bread as properly as I can and smiled to myself as I have thought of something silly. I was thinking of copying my cousin's facial expression while eating. It felt so silly, but then I still tried to copy it. Actually, no one knows if I have gotten it right. I laughed at the back of my mind and finished the bread on my hand. I stared on the street and thought of what I could do. I could have been wasting my time sitting around here, I thought. Well, I have never tried this on a school day or on a weekend. There! It hit me. I had never had a chance to relax myself and have this little time to myself ever since school started. I have been too busy to experience this simple little thing. Then, I remembered what one of our professors has been keeping on telling us again and again. It is to "commune with nature".
          I looked around. There was still that fenced area which used to be an eatery. It was now covered with a lot of trees which cause my misery. Well, their little adorable but pain-in-the-brain-and-hand leaves do. They have me sweeping them until my right hand aches from brushing the broom on the ground every weekend. I shook my head at myself. Laziness is really creepy! Then, I looked farther. There was still that fenced old Mormon church beside the fenced lot of trees. It was still rich with those Bermuda grasses. It looked clean though no one lived there anymore. It still had this little flowering tree and the pink flowers were still blooming. The old bench made of cement and iron was still there, under that little tree. No one was there but I did not ever feel some sadness. It was never lonely nor creepy there. I still wonder why.
          I stared at the lawn across the street where we used to play before. It has still that huge mango tree rooted on it. It never died and never stopped bearing mangoes though it was not sprayed with some chemicals nor owned by anyone. The Carabao grasses were still the same. It gave way to passers-by. It made a small trail which seems to be a smooth piece of carpeted land which is not clearly made of loam soil alone but of sand too. It was really beautiful. Nothing has really changed yet it felt so odd. I tried to think about it, but nothing came off. I stood up and locked the front door.
          I'll get back, I told myself. I walked to our gate and closed it too. I looked around before crossing the cemented mini-conduit, bridging our gate to the road. I hold on lightly to the short railing. The royal blue paint on it has not yet peeled off. I noticed the canal was clean. Our neighbor's front yard was still rich with those knee-length wild grasses. I looked up to the sky. It was a bit cloudy, making it not too hot for a walk. I still felt some oddity.
          I crossed the road and followed the small trail which connects our street to the next street. I did not know why but a part of me really wanted me to go there. It was quite confusing, but I wanted to know why I was to go there. I just walked in a manner like cherishing every step. I kept my head held high and my hands crossed on my back. I happened to see an old man who was dressed a bit strange. He looked like a magician, wearing a black magician's hat. He was dressed formally. Perhaps he's going to a special gathering, one of my thoughts echoed. I smiled at him as I met his gaze. He smiled at me too.
          "Good afternoon!" I greeted him as sweetly as I can. Okay, I know that you do not talk to strangers, but he is an elder. Besides, he looked harmless.
          "Hello Alice!" he greeted me back. I was taken aback. Perhaps he was not a stranger at all. I know that a lot of people know me in the town because of my father, but in contrary, I only know a few in the town. I usually experience this, so I just went on smiling at him. "Where are you heading to?"
          I did not know what to tell him, but my mind quickly worked on some valid reason. "I'm going to my uncle's house," I replied.
          "Oh," he stopped and searched for something from his pocket. He pulled it out from his pocket, but it fell. I quickly helped him and looked for it. It might have actually fallen on the grass. It took me a little time until I saw a small hour glass and got it.
          "Is this the piece, Sir?" I stood upright to face him and hand it to him, but I was talking to no one anymore. I looked around. The old man was nowhere to be seen. I must be on high. I felt the hairs on my arms stood.
          It can't be, I shook my head, it's broad daylight, I reasoned out.
          I looked at the hour glass on my hand. It was neither broken nor cracked. I stared at it and looked at the red powder. It was flowing half-way. I tried to invert it and shook it. I watched the powder flow into where it was from. I was really amazed that I did not notice how it got too noisy around the place.
          "Hey! What are you doing there?" I heard someone ask. The voice sounded so familiar that it made me want to look at the source of the voice. I saw Will.
          "Don't go there Alice!" I heard another one. It was Anne. She came running to me. I smiled and was about to ask Anne why, but someone spoke behind me.
          "Why?" a girl's voice asked. "I'm going to hide there." I looked at her and was completely knocked for six when I saw the little girl behind me.
          Wait! I was speechless. I looked at them. There was the sixth-grader Will, there was the fourth-grader Anne, and there was me, the fourth-grader me. They were talking but I cannot hear them clearly. I was so stunned. What happened? the question was raised. I stared at them. Anne grabbed my hand and dragged me to where we were going to hide. I felt deaf, but I was not blind to see my childhood friends and myself playing hide-and-seek.
          Then, I heard someone. "I'm coming!" That voice. Lily! I immediately remembered everything and turned around to look at that deep hole to my left.
          "Lily!" I called out, but she did not hear me. She was walking nearer that hole. I know what was going to happen. I swiftly ran to her but it was too late. The little adorable smile on her face was gone when she realized she was falling onto that deep hole where our neighbor thought there would be some gold. "Lily!" I screamed. So did the little me. She came running with the little Anne to the hole.
          "What happened?" I heard Will.
          I shook my head. "Lily fell on the hole", I and the little me both replied. We were both crying but there was a difference. I was crying silently while she was not.
          There was panic on both Will's and Anne's faces. Will was sweating.
          "Please don't, Will!" I pleaded and knelt before him, but he did not notice me.
          "Lily!" The little Will, the little Anne, and the little me called out simultaneously into the hole.
          "What are we going to do?" The little Anne asked the little Will, being the eldest among the three, and I noticed her sweating while the little me was shaking.
          "We have to go," Will told us. Anne got that worried look on her face.
          "Don't leave Lily, Anne!" I shouted at her.
          "Alice, let's go. The people might think we pushed her there. We might go to prison," Anne told the little me who was finding it very hard to breathe as she was crying so hard.
          "No!" I and the little me protested, but Anne and Will were dragging the little me out of there.
          They left Lily. We left Lily...
          I did not want to be there anymore. I could not stop crying. I was about to rub off the tears on my cheeks when I noticed the hour glass on my hand. I looked at it. Perhaps it made me come back to the past. I did not want to be there anymore. I inverted it immediately and shook it so fast so that I may escape everything.
          I looked at the hole one last time and whispered her name. By the time I whispered her name, I found myself in a court room.
          "Alicia Demetria Bonifacio found not guilty..." someone proclaimed.
          I looked around and everyone stood up, making rounds of applause and cheers. Two people were immediately caught by my eyes. I could not have recognized them, but I always knew them. They looked so old, but I can always tell who my parents are. I saw a woman approaching them. She hugged them tightly. I went closer to them.
          "Oh Alice, darling, we knew you wouldn't do that to your sister," my mother cried out in glee but tears were visible on her cheeks too.
          "We have always had believed in you, Alicia," my father said.
          So that woman was me. My parents have always had believed in me. I should not have hidden the real story behind Lily's death. I felt my cheeks dampened. I was too desperate before. I thought they would not believe me, so I followed Anne and Will. I thought they had always favored Lily, but they loved us both equally. I was too selfish. I had always thought about how people were comparing me to my twin ever since before.
          "If I could turn back time," I muttered but stopped when suddenly the hour glass slipped off my hand. It bounced and rolled. What now? I looked at my parents and the woman that I am.
          "I'm so sorry." I closed my eyes.
          That was the last thing I heard before I opened my eyes and found myself awake on our porch. I was not holding an hour glass anymore. I was holding bread.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

This Feeling

I try to be brave
But no, it’s like facing your grave.

You rip this, tear it,
But still, you’re its every heartbeat,
The reasons I know not,
But I know there is always a “but.”

This feeling’s suffocating,
I just wish I didn’t have this feeling!
It kills me, drowns me,
I hopefully think there’s “we.”

I’m falling, you’re leaving,
It’s always me who’s struggling.
Can’t we just give it another chance,
One wherein we both fall in a great new trance?

It’s hurting, I won’t lie,
I think I’d die
Without you by my side;
I wish in the past I haven’t lied.

Certainly you don’t care,
While I want you to dare,
It’s hard to say it’s over;
It makes me falter.

It hurts me baby,
I guess I’ll never ever be again your lady.
Attitude

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

We are always better than who we were in the past ‘cause everyday we learn more and we be become better than who we’ve been yesterday. 

That's me in the picture. I think it's the best photograph that would truly represent me. It's what I look like in person with no make-up on. I chose this as my best photograph because it screams out simplicity, one of my personal attributes. Other than that, I see the real me in the picture. I'm just being me.