Life's Playlist #2

 

And I'm back! I haven't been active lately but I'll promise you, there will be a photo dump really soon. Meanwhile, please listen to one of my playlists. :)

Atelophobia

So today, I had a good talk with my friend. My friend told me about the girl my friend likes. My friend said she was beautiful, that she was perfect and all these wonderful things.

And this made me think, in the future, would anybody, anybody in the world say the same things about me? I look in the mirror and see me, someone normal and nothing special. I look in the mirror and see nothing "beautiful" or even close to perfect. I look in the mirror and think, "What is the definition of perfect? Why do we all try to be perfect if we don't exactly know what it means?".

I seriously can't imagine anybody saying that I am pretty and meaning it. I can't imagine somebody gushing over me or getting butterflies when I talk to them. I can't imagine anyone looking at my picture and thinking that I look pretty. I can't imagine anyone calling me beautiful.

Some of you may think that I'm trying to get attention, but no, this is how I really feel. Yeah, sometimes I do feel beautiful but that feeling fades when I compare my self to others. There will always be somebody prettier, smarter, thinner and more talented than me. I don't have white skin, a flawless face, a perfectly fat stomach,  a thigh gap, hairless legs or beautiful legs, so what could anybody see in me. I have brown skin, fat legs, fat thighs and a 3 dimensional stomach. I have man eyebrows, I can't sing, I can't dance and I'm not like those geniuses in school (i had to double check on how to spell genius, see?) I'm not even smart enough or funny enough or somebody interesting to talk to, so who could see anything special in me?


 I mean, who could love a girl like me?

Sol y la Luna

Let me tell you a story. One lazy afternoon, a girl named Nina was so bored that she started fidgeting with her phone and tried out a few apps. After a few hours (yes, I am slow) this happened.

So, what do you think?

Cool Kids Never Die

Last April 19, I spent the entire day with my former grade 7 classmates from 7S. We all went to our Vice President, Frannie's house.

Question the title? Well, we call ourselves "the cool kids" (but in reality we're all really awkward and peculiar but awesome in some way hehe) and during the last few days of school, we talked about leaving each other and we came upon a picture that said "Cool kids never die"; and since then, that became our quote.

Here's a peak of our adventures!

Diamond ♢

Spent last April 15-18 at the Diamond Hotel with my family!! *Suite Life of Zack and Cody mode: on*

I felt at home with Diamond Hotel's amazing buffet, pool and service. Did I mention that it's right beside Manila Bay? It has a perfect view of Roxas Boulevard and the bay!

15/52

The Roxas Boulevard sunset never fails to amuse me.
Photo dump coming soon!

Parallel Universe

(My attempt on poetry)

Sipalay / Bacolod 2013 (Day 3-4)

Spent my last few days in Bacolod walking on memory lane; doing things I did as a kid. To name a few, I went swimming, ate at my childhood favorite retaurant Bob's, went horseback riding and joined an Easter egg hunt (don't judge me ssh). Looking back really did something good for me.

Here's memory lane in pictures!

14/52

 

 

 

 

Shells and Starfish

Taken at Sipalay *sighs*

(Hi Shelly/Yenny,  I know you're reading this. You look pretty here, Shelly)

What I get for prioritizing my studies

I deserve Logan Lerman because of this.

Sipalay/Bacolod 2013 (Day 1-2)

Sandy beaches, exotic animals, long car rides, horse back riding, Easter egg hunts, beach volleyball, night swimming and paradise. Yep, all these in 4 days.

Thanks to my tito, tita and lola, for this holy week, my family and I were fortunate enough to go Bacolod and Sipalay to take a break from the city. 

So here's day 1 and day 2 activities in pictures

 

The pictures I took from the 6 hour long car ride going from Bacolod to Sipalay! It was paradise already going there. Trees and seas everywhere!

 

My best friends for five days :) (Well, except my phone and the book nyehehe)

 Woke up to this every morning

 

Hermit crabs!

 

Sipalay Nataasan Resort: Night mode

 

Swings >

 Before the boat ride and snorkeling. This was my first time to ride a boat. Taking this off my bucket list.
Snorkeling. At first, I was terrified because this was something new, something I haven't done before, but after I while, I didn't want to leave. What I saw was like an underwater oasis; neon blue fish, purple corals and (unfortunately) I even saw a jelly fish! Too bad I wasn't allowed to bring my camera. Checking this off my bucket list, again.

 Beach Volleyball. Found my inner Alyssa Valdez!! Just kidding. Volleyball was my first love and beach volleyball is my new found love. Bucketlist, check!

Family and Sandcastles (My brother sat on it, so we didn't get to take a decent picture of the outcome)

And finally, a beautiful ending to a beautiful day.

Masked

I don’t know who you are anymore. You’re my best friend, and you’re supposed to be there for me. For 7 years, for more than half your age, I was there for you. I was with you since we were both in pigtails, innocent and exploring the world. I was there to ask about your day, and I always want to know how your day went. I mean, hello, we’re miles away from each other, ofcourse your best friend is concerned. I ask you to rant but you wouldn’t. You hardly ever tell me your secrets anymore. 

Is my best friend gone? Has she evolved into a stranger?

I wouldn’t like to think so, because I know there’s that 0.01% of you returning to the old you. I was sad and you didn’t bother to ask why. Why do I always give, how come I never receive? Why do I seem to care so much when you care so little? Why do I feel like if I disappeared from your life, nothing would change? You found new friends, anyways. I know this may be a form of jealousy because you give more attention to them, but trust me, I just need that old best friend back, the one who would find me in a crowd just to talk to me, the one who’d share her food with me because she knows that food makes me better, my best friend who would listen, my best friend who was there on the day that I was embarrassed in front if the whole school and sought to comfort me, and listen to my pointless dramas. Remember that day? That was when I knew that you were my best friend.

Most of all, you chose to speak to people you’ve just met over comforting your best friend. I don’t know what went wrong, and I don’t easily get mad. I always put your happiness before mine, I mean, that’s what best friends do, they’re there for each other. Then I noticed, oh yeah, you’re gone. You’re hundreds of miles away and the person I knew for 7 years, might have gone with you.

I miss the old you, take of your mask and show me my old best friend, the girl I knew 7 years ago with pigtails and crooked teeth. Bring her back.