Just yesterday, I had a super fun and relaxing “girls’ day out” with one of my best friends, Cath. We spent the afternoon at Town, did some errands (which I can’t wait to blog about!) and had cakes at Vanilla Cupcake Bakery.
Date a girl who blogs. Date a girl who finds solace in sharing her most private letters to the noises of the world. She has a rhythm to the writing, as the sounds — the tap-tap-tapping — are touched with every bit of emotion she can muster. She’s writing, ignoring the 9% battery warning as she…
"To the person I’ll marry, the fact that you and I are getting married means that you know my deepest darkest secret about how much I dislike yang chow rice and that I’ve never had chicken pox ever. You marrying me must mean that you know my burp sometimes have two tones, especially when I drink coke after a bite, that the structure of my body is really bad for my age and that I have back pains constantly form the weight of everything in my life on my shoulders, or that I got suspended that one time when I was in grade school because I snuck in cigarettes to school. If you know these and are still willing to wake up every morning to the smell of my morning breath, then you must really love me. And I love you for that.
Loving you may have just been the best thing in my mediocre life. But surely loving you was never close to mediocrity. Loving you would have meant countless one hour lunches in between school days, tons of movies watched, night to early morning phone calls, drunk calls, seeing each other grow thin and then fat and then thin again and buckets of tears cried from both happiness and sadness.
Us marrying must mean that you have mastered the art of my monthly (daily) mood swings, uncontrollable cravings, bitch fits, bad hair days, and just about all the good and bad things in my life. Marrying you means you have been by my side through my thick and thins – literally and figuratively.”
I woke up today to the sound of rain — still, calm and in peace. My bedroom was filled with that faint light peeking from my almost black curtain. I already knew it was going to be a good day.
Most people enjoy the company of rain for reasons we can go all day telling. Things that’ll make you go “mmm…” with eye closing for matching drama effect. Anyway, not that you care, but here’s mine.
The coolness of the air tickles our skin ever so gently as if telling us to just stay in bed the whole day because there’s no place you would rather be.
Hearing the rain drop on the roof of your house. Monotonous but comforting.
Hot cocoa, heated bread, mint tea, champorado,brownies, mushroom soup… practically anything hot and/or liquid.
Cuddling. Whether to the cold side of your pillow or (if you’re lucky,) to another human being.
sweater weather is better weather
When you say "it smells like rain" because you smell the first few drops of water sink into the soil and your mind silently lets out a sigh of relief - or annoyance - or as if silently saying “yes!”
The sound of the raindrops falling harder and harder until you get scared by it but then it falls fainter and fainter by the minute
Writing. Nothing like cuddling in your duvet sheets AND having infinite ideas rushing in. Hearing the clicking of the keyboard, the roaring of your thoughts… It’s like a well-oiled system.
Passion pit, Ed Sheeran, Foster the People, Coldplay, Maroon 5, Justin Timberlake, Up Dharma Down, NIVA, Phoenix, and practically any artist just sounds better when it rains.
Coffee. This needs a separate bullet. Coffee when it rains >
And a lot more. Honestly, I’ve been on this blog post for a good 3 weeks, just because i think i haven’t really given enough justice to everything i love about the rain and the feelings it gives me. I guess this will have to do for now.
I have been too busy to constantly jot down my thoughts here. Don’t feel bad, i’ve lost track of when i last wrote on my planner too. The past few months have been crazy as per usual in the life of thy self. Though i will not thoroughly explain my everyday happenings because who would want to read that… Even i won’t. Here’s a little something to (for those who are interested) (i’m not forcing you to be interested) (so if you don’t wanna read it just move along) make up for lost time aka blogging. UM
I hope you know i’m very disappointed and hurt with what you did. Meddling into people’s lives like that just makes you look like you have nothing better to do. I may not know who you are but i’m pretty sure you and i have crossed paths at some point and have been closer than a few hi’s and hello’s. For you to know things like that about me, we must be friends. Maybe i’ve hurt you in the past? Did something that made you have the need to disseminate personal things about my life? If i have, then tell me.
So if you’ve told one of my closest friends? What did you get in return? Did you get a prize? A trophy for intruding into people’s lives? Well, congratulations are in order then.
I have my reasons. I tell people things about my life when i want to. I do not owe anyone an explanation on how i choose to live my life.
I hope i get to know you soon. Maybe we could talk more about my life so you can share it again to other people. Sound good?
It was around 5pm – I distinctly remember because I was in the school bus, blabbing to my friend about the sucky day I had when I got a text message from an anonymous number saying that I got accepted into Assumption College. It was the best news that day. I honestly did not imagine myself studying in Assumption College. An all-girls school after being in a Co-Ed school my entire life? Eh? I remember my grade school friends and I used to make fun of the infamous (and yet totally false) statement Assumptionistas say. Yep, you’ve guessed it. And no, you really do not hear us saying we know how to make tusok tusok the fishball na.
I won’t lie. I have felt like I did not belong here. Felt that so much that it pushed me to try my chances again with a university I really wanted to get into. I passed the exams and was all set to enroll, but somehow, I couldn’t leave this school behind.
2 years hence, I now realize why.
It was because of the warm welcome of the big sisters, the smiles they bombard you with. It was because of the many new people I have met, most of which have such interesting stories to tell and experiences to share. It was because of my Algebra 1 and my Natsci 1 professors, who taught me not only to study hard for their quizzes, but really really study hard. It was because of Ms. Pinky and Ms. Crystal who always lit up the room when they get a hold of the microphone. It was because of the cats that cannot seem to leave us alone when we eat at the student’s lounge. It was because of the countless pageants, speech contests, talent contests and more that made me realize that there were really more to people than what they choose to show. It was because of the values Assumption teaches. Because of how they make you feel so confident and needed and important. It was because of the walkathon my friends and I do every time we go to the mall. It was because of the cheer dance and the social dance competition that made me and my block mates realize that we indeed will be there for each other, win or lose (mostly lose, hehe). It was because of the risks I took, like running for student council…. And losing. But I haven’t given up on that yet, no. Not yet. It was because of all the Biogesic I took, all the Band-Aids I have wasted, because of the times when my only best friend was my orange Faber-castle highlighter, the catfights, the heart breaks, the laughter, the last minute cramming for midterms and finals and many many many many more experiences I can proudly say no other school can offer me. Not even close.
I guess one thing I will never really understand is how Assumption College made me like this. How I feel like I have been part of this family for such a long time even when it has only been 3 years. I have never felt more in tune with myself ever before this and I assure you, when you feel that, you’ll be glad you stayed.
So sit back and relax (but not too much). It’s definitely going to be one hell of a ride! Cheers for the new school year!
Hmm, i’m not really wanting anything lately… but maybe
Instax films, a large mixed berry fruit tea with strawberry popping boba from Teatalk, a new notebook for when school starts, a massage, and i want to go shopping… i guess that’s never off the list. Haha
♧ - Share 5 facts about your appearance
I’m short, i have light brown curly hair, i appear snobbish but totally am not, i have long eyelashes and… i don’t know what to say haha