Yellow Pad

Confessions

I am a girl becoming a woman, and I don’t realize the power of my own presence. I honestly don’t know, I could not fathom.

I feel the essence of life even when I’m only sitting and looking outside the window. I usually reserve my spare time for poetry or write about anything under the sun when I feel like releasing my baloney sentiments. For the past months, I’ve exerted too much effort on other things, relevant things that I have put forth my entire heart. Give me a break.

I easily get bored reading textbooks, for like two hours. I’d be bringing my 5-pound International Finance book everyday, but I tend to get sleepy after reading 4 leaves, although I can bear reading novels inside a moving vehicle, even when I get dizzy.

Friends, family and cousins make me happy, all variety of things makes me happy. Acoustic vibes make me float; they say that music that you love listening is the language of your soul…. I say AMEN. Reading newspapers before I sleep makes me sleep. Adam Sandler makes my heart jump. It’s good to dress up once in a while, and look beautiful. Trying out very challenging tasks gives me adrenaline rush. I know in my heart God has a reason for everything, even during the WORST situations. If you want to be successful, I can only advise three words: hardwork, patience and goal. You must also learn how to listen.

Oftentimes I do cry when no one sees me of course. There’s laughter in every tear. If two’s a company and three’s a crowd, what’s 4 and 5? Nine! That one made me laugh. How many more laughter do I have left? HEHE

Water cleanse my body, it also cleanse my eyes so that I might see the truth and realize that he who wrestles me always strengthens my nerves and sharpen my skills. If given another chance, I would gladly welcome Adversity with open arms. THANK YOU! I convey my sincerest gratitude for being my greatest teacher. I have learned little form my victories, but when I was pushed and tormented, it was there I acquired great knowledge.

I like old songs, as in OLD. The singers way back sing with their hearts. “Yes, I’m the Great, Pretender/ Pretending You’re Still Around”. Singers today sing for the money. It’s lucky whenever you tell your friends that your money is your “last money”, right Ands? If I tell you I never got broke, would you believe me? (I still owe you twenty pesos I know.) This is my ONLY explanation: God provides.

I love working with many people, as in MANY people. I’m a pusher. I push them to responsibilities that best suit them. Organizing major projects always excites me, it’s even more exciting than working on with our thesis (Thank God my thesismates have no time reading my blog, as they are probably doing our thesis wahaha! Hey, I do share a reasonable gauge of load too, it’s just that Stephen loves revising).

When my hair was long, I tie my hair up; I don’t know how to fix my hair! There’s always a group of girls with long hair, and mine was a bummer baby. So, I cut it short! I don’t care if my long hair used to be shiny and beautiful.

Try to have a conversation with me for at least five minutes, and you’ll know what my beliefs are. The more I despise Catholic religion, the more I get closer to God.

I love water in Starbucks, it’s different from other waters (is there such term as waterS?)

I used argue with my friends Bing and Vicky that one doesn’t need a boyfriend. Hell, who says we can’t survive without them?! Someone told me before “love is a choice” and I made I choice when I made NO choice. Little did they know, I sometimes envy my friends who have their loved ones, especially when they share to me how secure they feel when there’s always someone whom they could rely on. Yeah fine. I admit I’m a hopeless romantic too, duh! Isn’t obvious with my poems?

There's nothing wrong spending Valentine’s day with Rhoda (cousin), Andrea and other friends at Bubba Gump, we’re all after the good food anyway.

I don’t wear watches, but my mom gave me one. I love those who give me practical gifts (food, chocolates, cakes, money!), but the only I thing I ever wanted for my birthday was to be greeted. So to those who forgot/failed to greet me last December 26, 2005, I know who you are! I can still remember each and every one of you.

Unwinding is a GOOOD therapy. I feel blessed surrounded with many people. It feels good to be leaving an indelible mark. It feels good typing here also! I think I’ve said too much already. I suddenly felt an inner peace. That’s good.

posted by Celestine @ 11:57 PM