Now, I am scared.

I hate being vulnerable. I believe that being strong means not showing much emotion and not disclosing any feeling that you have. I feel safe just being quiet and just sharing limited information about me. It’s easier and safer. I think.

I rarely share my inner thoughts and feelings and when I do, then you’re in for  a treat. A funny kind of treat, actually. There are times wherein I can’t contain the intensity of what I feel, that there is an immense need to share to someone. However, there is that constant fear of being discovered, being caught. Also, there is the fear that the secret might come out.

On the other hand, I also believe that the worst kind of agony is knowing. Knowing how strong your feelings are about something or someone ❤ and don’t know what to do with it. I am struggling.

The struggle and agony is real.

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Hannah, who?

For a while that was something I struggled with because I didn’t know I wanted one more so if I needed one.

13 reasons why has taken bullying and suicide to whole new level. I was taken aback by how much pressure a young girl can face in high school and how a simple photo can ruin someone’s life. I strongly believe that we are responsible for our own actions, what ever it is that we’ve done whether wrong or right, we should be able to face the consequences. However, I believe that the sense of accountability is something that most teenagers lack nowadays, due to peer pressure and the fear of being ostracized. When I saw the show, it was a rude awakening that there are people who result to suicide instead of taking action for their traumatic experiences. Apparently, it’s better to kill oneself than to seek help, or sometimes we try to seek help but no one is listening, or maybe they are hearing our cries for help and not listening. We have to be reminded that the schools are the extensions of our homes, and teachers should be reminded that their students are humans not machines that should just keep on studying. Students spend more than half of their young lives learning, getting a decent education and socializing with other teenagers. Most of them survive, but scarred.

I was bullied when I was younger, and I think a part of me has not fully recovered to all they had to say about me. It wasn’t easy knowing that each day you have to face a pack of wolves who are ready to just feast on your weaknesses. It felt like I had to please them just to avoid the “beating” that follows. I was a victim when I shouldn’t be and I was in a position that I should not be in. If that was worse, you have yet to hear the worst. After being bullied, I turned into a bully myself. Something that I wasn’t very proud of and something that I wish I didn’t do. I preyed on the weak, even if I knew how it felt to be stalked and pounced at. I am lucky that none of them went Hannah on me, but I can only imagine how much pain I have caused them.

An apology can do wonders to people. However, there are times wherein we never get the apology we needed or wanted because one, they don’t see anything wrong with what they did and two, they just didn’t know what the hell they did. For a while that was something I struggled with because I didn’t know I wanted one more so if I needed one. Don’t get me wrong, I am better and I know I’ll be at my best in the years to come. I think Hannah just made me realize a lot of things, stuff that I have left on the back burner to simmer and hope to just dry out. I am not asking anything from anyone. I just want to fully close a chapter of my life that sometimes haunt me and sometimes get the best of me.

I hope that people will see Hannah as a perfect example of a girl misunderstood and a victim of all that is wrong in the teenage world. I hope that no other girl will ever go through what she did, and if they do get stuck in the same situation, I hope that someone finally listens to her screams and not to her tapes. We should all be advocates of a safe environment in schools, and we should all look after each other, that’s what women and humanity are supposed to do.

As individuals we may be vulnerable but as a society we can build bridges, heal wounds and push for change. Stop bullying and let the youth live their lives to the fullest.

It’s time to move on and let go

I have always wondered what it feels like to not see you. I would always ask myself if I can be brave enough to face each day without you there to greet me. Then I realized, its been a year since I last saw you and I have a feeling I won’t see anymore. It became more real to me that whatever it was that we have is done. I guess all that is left are memories, memories of all that was good and bad. It’s funny that I write this post in past tense, a part of me is longing for you. Longing for the feeling I always got when you’re around. The giggles and smiles I had just by talking and hanging out with you. You were a good reminder of my past. I just don’t want the past to dictate everything that is happening and will happen to me. I miss you, I still do. However, I know that at some point we have to let go and move on. Besides, if we were meant for each other, we could have done something about it. You could have done something about it. We were really good friends, I am just not sure if we were meant to be more than just – friends.

I wish you nothing but happiness. You deserve a life that is rich and full. You are a great man, i guess for someone else.

My Dad, my Hero!

Growing up, people would always tell me that I look like my dad. I would scream with disagreement and would insist that I look like my mom. As we celebrate his 75th birthday, I look at my dad in awe. I admire his resilience, his faith, his love for family and his diligence.

My dad is eldest son, in a pack of nine. He always played the role of the big brother who had bigger responsibilities compared to all his siblings. Based from all the stories I heard about my dad, he is known for his diligence. He was a fisherman at a young age, thus, he’s a good swimmer! He also sold cigarettes and candies in buses headed to Tagaytay. He worked hard to help the family.

My Daddy is a good daddy! 🙂 He made sure that we have everything we needed and wanted. We went to the best schools and we were able to do what we wanted. He may be stern at times, but he knows when to listen and let things go. All the material stuff we get to enjoy are all because of my dad’s diligence. He worked really hard and made sure that we enjoy life and not worry if we still have money for tomorrow. He taught us the value of money and he was a good example of someone who is prudent. He is a good role model.

My dad is also a true servant of God. He offered his entire life to the Lord. He was a choir member and leader during his younger years. Also, he is always ready to defend our church. He is a man of his word and a man of the Lord. I believe that all of the blessings we received, his health are all products of his strong connection to the Lord. I strongly believe that God bestowed my dad with abundant blessings.

Looking back on how I scream when they say I look like my dad makes me laugh, come to think of I am 1/2 him. Half of me is my dad and that would always play a role in who I am as a person. Sometimes I wonder if I make him proud, because I feel like I don’t deserve him. However, that makes me more thankful because I have him. I am extremely proud of my dad! He is the perfect example of someone who never stopped until he got what he wanted. A man who is very simple and who is happy just being with his family.

I love you daddy.
You will always be my hero.

1/4 of a whole

We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other.

We all yearn to be loved. There is that fervent desire to be accepted. To be seen for who we really are and be welcomed regardless of our shortcomings. Our families have been our source of security, our homes our safe havens. For being with them allows us to be ourselves. However, once we face the outside world we feel the fear of not knowing who can be second families, who can see past our weirdness.

Looking back, high school can be the best or worst four years of your life. The time when cliques are the norm and finding the right clique can be a challenge or a piece of cake. I remember entering high school with uncertainty since most of my grade school friends have already transferred schools. I was scared that I might be bullied again and I won’t make it alive (exagge). Needless to say, I was not looking forward to high school, I really wasn’t. The school year started well, and I have met the best girls any unsure girl will ever have. I was now looking forward to having more adventure with them, I finally found my second home.

High school ended, another chapter begins, College. I attended college at De La Salle University-Dasmarinas far from where my best friends were, most of them attended the University of Santo Tomas and one of our friends attended the University of the Philippines-Los Banos. It wasn’t easy juggling school and our social lives. It was always a struggle to see each other since we were starting to get a hang of College. Sometimes, we would just go to McDonald’s just so we can catch up with each other. We tried to be creative even if it means seeing each other just for two hours.

You can say that we’ve been through some struggles. From conflicting schedules, to irritating ex-boyfriends, name it we had it. But nothing is more painful when some ties had to end. When someone decides to leave even without saying why. I guess, it’s even more painful when you hear their issues from other people and only to find out that there were too many issues that were just shoved beneath all the smiles and laughs. It wasn’t easy, it was too painful to swallow, but what’s done is done. We could have done better but there were choices made and we just have to live life with those choices. (I will write about this chapter someday. I promise, I will.)

One of my bestfriends and I visited our high school alma mater recently. I must say it was so refreshing to be back home. All the memories started coming back and it was so nice to see the familiar faces, all their smiling faces. I miss walking those corridors, i miss laughing with my friends but its all just memories now. I am happy that I was able to experience it all. I am proud that my bestfriends then are still my bestfriends now.

I am blessed to have met wonderful people. Over the years I can say that I have met a lot of acquaintances and a few struck a nerve and left a mark. Life will never be the same again for me, because I have met the best girls any one can ever have. We were judged but some people but (hell!) we’re still here, together. We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other. One thing I have learned is that, we all love our individual lives that its easy to let the other shine.

I have added a featured image so you can see my sisters from different mothers.
They are my bestfriends.
I am 1/4 of a whole – Bru Club.

Hail, 2016!

Last 2016 has been a year full of surprises.

2016 tested our family’s strength and love for one another. Dad’s hospitalization brought our family closer and our faith stronger. It wasn’t easy, seeing him lying in a hospital twice in a span of six months. We made it through, with the help of God and the strength we have as a family.

2016 brought wonderful memories. This year marked my 30th birthday and it was memorable one. Though I wasn’t fully happy of getting a year older, however, its the maturity and experience I get out of life that makes the feeling better. Being 30 is just the same when I was 29.

2017 is fast approaching and I can already hear the roar of fireworks outside, all I can say is that I pray that God will keep us under His care and mercy. We are who we are because of HIM. Life will truly be memorable regardless of year.

Happy New Year everyone!
Cheers!

An open letter to my 13 year old self

I have been struggling for the past few days on what I should be writing on. According to 10 tips on making a successful blog, always maintain a schedule. A schedule when you’ll be posting your articles. So, I have been really struggling on what to write about. It ain’t easy especially if there are a lot of ideas running to your mind. And, throw in a hectic 9(PM!) to 6(AM!) work schedule in the mix, and you have the perfect combination for blog writing trouble. Anyway, I have finally decided that I’ll be writing about open letters to myself, at the different stages in my life. I guess, being 30 gives me a different perspective on life. So, let’s start with.

Being 13 is the beginning of a lot of changes, both physically and emotionally. There will be moments wherein being stuck is a common feeling and that pimples are actually a common thing now. There will be unexplainable emotions and feelings that are too complicated, blame it on your hormones. And yes, sometimes there are parts of you that will hurt. There might be a feeling of the struggle is real but believe me when I tell you, it’s not yet the end of the world.

Always listen to your parents, they will always know better. Don’t piss your mom off, she’s still your strongest ally. Dad may start to be a little stricter with the boys, but it’s just a “dad thing.” The boys are also starting to change now, they’re getting taller, their voices becoming deeper and starting to grow weird hair  and they’re starting to look a whole lot cuter, but they’re still boys.

Start to choose your friends wisely. High school can be a mean environment, but honey hold on, life will be better. Don’t let someone dictate your feelings, your self-worth and your independence. You are your own diva and you do you. Rely on your real friends, they’ll help you power through the challenges. Don’t let the hurtful words cut you deeply, it may shake your confidence but always be a bigger person.

Keep praying, and keep believing that the Lord is on your side. Life has just begun love, and the best years of your life has yet to come. Savour the moments of being 13, you’ll only be 13 once. It is the start of the life of  teenager.

Brace yourself, it has just begun.