My first again...My feet already landed on the shiny, slippery ice skating rink of MOA . I have always love to go ice skating and after some years I hit the ice at last..
I do not look like I'm having a hard time to stand still on ice..hehehe
The snow on ice..With my shobe, Tophet. It is just bubbles. Leaves you a sticky feeling.=D
Thus, the winning pose of an amateur. I did get to circle the rink as I grope on the railings. Success for me.
How do people get to judge other people just like that? When people get to see me for the first time, they would immediately stereotyped me as a typical girl; shy and timid. They won’t even believe that I can be outspoken, be creative, can sing and dance sometimes or do what others can do also. And because of that I learned to be always quiet, always alone, just an ordinary girl and nothing more special to catch attention with.
Life is not certain as they say. They say you only get to pass on this street called life only once so better make the most out of it. Take a risk! Make a change! Breakaway! Break free!!!
There are things in life that make you go out of your way or sometimes lose ourselves. Sometimes when you’re afraid you might have never get another chance again. You must risk it all just not to waste the chance you have right now. That sometimes will make yourself see the different you. Far from whom you are before.
Like me, I was always the shy and quiet one, poker-faced! That most the times I was taken for granted or wasn’t recognized like the most people around me. I was like that before because I was afraid that if I speak out no one would listen or I just get myself embarrassed, I wanted to sing but I was afraid that they would laugh at me, I wanted to dance but I was afraid that they would teased me. That’s why during those days I was like a rose that sprouted from the brick wall; unique but no one would ever get to notice it. Like I was..
It’s hard when you achieve something or get a praise from your teacher, your own friends won’t believe you ( some of them back in elementary and high school days..), they didn’t think I deserved it like my teacher thought I really did. In those days I was a mermaid afraid to go out of my shell. I become too weak and scared to see if the grass was really greener on the other side. But I knew what I believe or did before was very wrong.
It is only me who knew the real me. If they could sing, dance or just do anything, so am I. There’s no harm in trying. Why should I fear what other people say about me? They don’t know me! They are not me! It is only I who can fulfill my destiny and face my fate. If I can walk on water, I can! If I can fly, I can! If I can touch the clouds, I can! Then sometimes there were just those people that would make you feel nothing, that you are a no one. But then I san turn myself into nobody into a SOMEBODY!!
Have you seen my prince Charming? If you happen to see him please do inform me! I’ve been waiting for him every minute of my life inside my castle. Perhaps, should I wait or find him myself?
I do believe that my life is a fairytale, not a soap opera. That I always do have difficulties and struggles in life that I overcome like a bold and gallant knight slaying a dragon, that i always have wishes that came true like Aladdin and his genie, that magic do happens in my life through GOD like fairies and genies granted wishes to princesses, that I will have that someone to spend my life like a princess finding an ever after with her Prince Charming. Maybe the last one would be too hard..
It’s hard to deal with a life like mine, where every girl seems to have their own prince charming, or I’m just over reacting on dealing a hard life about it. Back on high school before graduation my girl classmates (some of them) seems desperate to find a boyfriend before graduating. Then I don’t think that bothers me at all. you might think I’m a tomboy (hell, no! never in my life!!!) or I’m just weird but that idea just didn’t slip into my mind yet because I’m a year younger than them. So the princesses were in desperate search for their Prince Charming and some ended up in a frog prince or not an ever after story. Lucky Me!!! Let me borrow a quote my dear friend gave to me..
"It’s better for a girl to sleep a hundred years and be kissed and awaken by the right prince than to stay awake and be kissed a hundred times by a wrong (frog???) Prince...”
Now I’m off to college, it’s a whole new kingdom. So far away from the kingdom of high school. Everyone seems to have a relationship and I suddenly felt some frustration about myself on having a boyfriend soon or not having a boyfriend since Birth.
There are no fairies, fairy godmothers or genies that would make my wish come true to find my prince charming. This is my real world but it still does reflect a fairytale heroine. Only GOD knows the time of my ever after. Somehow, somewhere my Prince Charming would come.
They say the more you find true love the more it escapes you and you must learn the virtue of waiting. Then what if you wait and wait in your castle but no Prince Charming came to your rescue??
Well maybe, my Prince Charming was just lost in an enchanted forest, or still slaying a fire- breathing dragon, in a battle to defend his kingdom or solving witch’s riddles. I do practice the virtue of waiting anyway.
It’s never too late for a love that is true. I know that true love is worth the wait and my Prince Charming would one day swept me off my feet and ride me off to his white horse to his castle with a promise of a happily ever
His melody flows like the blood on his veins. Having leukemia would not stop this Master Rapper on sharing his gift through his rhythm of life and the message of his melody. He is Francis Magalona. He had just shocked the music world as he was diagnosed with leukemia but all prayers were answered as he finally came out of the hospital. Watching him on TV being greeted by his family and friends on his birthday was a great start. He may look a bit emaciated but he is still the great Master Rapper we all knew.
I love rap music, the way I love someone who can rap...Anyways, its just sad to see that the proliferation of rap and hip hop music in our country is looking like a day hit. Before we knew it, the next day that rap song we hear on the radio is already gone by the wind. It already fades away in the air waves as it is in our musical memory. Looking at these scenarios, it seems like rap music in the Philippines is just passing us by. Maybe Filipinos are too conservative to welcome this kind of music. But then, why do they like Eminem, 50 Cent, Kanye West, etc? Here comes the attitude of being nationalistic.
I love the way how words fused with the rhymes of phrases and the rhythmic beat of the melody can convey the angst of someone, the pain of love, being free, love of life and many more. Filipinos are really lovers of music and they can all beat foreign ones in all music genres.
As Francis Magalona, as well as Andrew E. were the gift of Filipinos to Rap world, it will continue to beat for those aspiring rappers and hiphoppers. RAP is yet to conquer the airwaves and it would be there to stay for good with the Filipinos rapping and the Filipino listeners loving it. RAP is a poem with a rhythm, with its poet that has a melody.
Who am I? I’m no superhero. I’m no supermodel. I’m no superstar..
I am me. I’m just a girl. I cry when I’m mad. I get unpredictable. I laugh when I’m glad. I’m sad about everything. Sometimes too impossible. Then you have no choice but to deal with it. It’s not a big thing? Just get used to it!
"THEY SAY A WOMAN HAS TWO FACES; THE ONE SHE SHOWS THE WORLD AND THE ONE SHE KEPT FOR HERSELF"
You laughed even though you are hurting inside, you smile even though you wanted to frown, you are strong eventhough you’re already too weak to stand up, you’re brave eventhough you are already too scared, you calm down eventhough you are already furious and bursting inside. You learn to fake things so people would never say nor think wrong or bad of you.
You learn to keep everything inside, let the world see the other side of you and let yourself see the best keep hidden secrets of you. Come to think of it, it’s really necessary for us girls to do that..!!!
The bitter truth is that people see us women as the weaker part of this society, so you must learn not to let them see your weaknesses. We must know how to seek our own worthy place in this cruel society as a woman who knows how to fight for her right and to stand up for her principles in life! Not a woman they see as a weakling, a display or anything less they could think about us...
I still consider myself as a girl, not a lady nor a woman. Still, I know how to stand up in this big world…!!!
I still cry, I still get mad, laugh and smile on just simple things in life..
There’s nothing wrong to be weak sometimes, nothing wrong also on hiding it…You can’t help but to do so because people might just step on you or crush you..
There are always two sides of the story, two sides of a coin, and two sides of a boxing ring. I AM TWO-FACED!!!
Behind this mask is a girl. When you punched me I bleed. Maybe not your kind of girl. But I’m no ordinary girl. If you know how to fight I also know how. I don’t care of what you expect of me as long as I am me…You can’t change me…
No this is not Mars attack, or MIB, and most likely I am not an alien by the way this title of my blog goes…I am a true blue inhabitant of this dear planet earth of ours. Let’s get down and serious now...
Have you ever wondered what is it like on moving out the neighborhood you had stayed for almost all your life?(childish question isn’t it?) Some of you may answer yes and some no. Let me tell you how I feel...
It’s like erasing all the memories of everything, having amnesia perhaps, like jumping off the steepest hill and you could never see the top of it when you already fell down from it. its like leaving everything behind, burning all of your precious memories, its like riding in a spaceship and going to another planet..
I’d been here around this neighborhood since I barely even know how to remember memories and we would just moved out because the truth that we are poor in short no money.., that does really make this world go round. I wish that money wasn’t invented at all. Then maybe if I had money we would never move out here. Its here where I learned about the cruel things in life, got my 1st love, experienced 2nd heartache, my ever 1st period, my 18th birthday without the debut party, got our house floor flooded because of heavy rain, graduate High school and entered college life.. It is here where the world started to unfold before my very eyes. Its really hard to let go you know..
Then maybe I was just afraid to step outside the world miles apart from the place i have learned to accept to know my life. . Maybe letting go is all about taking all the courage in and battle out the fear of leaving something behind. Letting go is just going outside or taking a look behind closed doors. And behind that closed doors was your fate waiting to be discovered and be conquered by myself..
I was always afraid of certain things, well, we really are afraid sometimes, and what i am afraid of was taking and facing the world outside mine. To see if the grass is really greener on the other side...
To take one little step of your leap of fate requires really a leap of faith. It’s like trusting yourself, having the faith in everything you decided to conquer...
Guess there’s nothing bad on moving out the neighborhood...*-*
I do not look like I'm having a hard time to stand still on ice..hehehe
The snow on ice..With my shobe, Tophet. It is just bubbles. Leaves you a sticky feeling.=D
