Story I wrote for our creative writing class

The woman sits inside the car. Her eyes are so dark they look like they have been gouged out. Outside, the lights of passing cars blur, then fade, then disappear in the rain. Her thoughts took hold of her as if for a minute she was somewhere else. Suddenly she heard someone calling her name. At first she thought that it was just her imagination but then it became louder and louder until finally she was back to reality. It was her fiance, Henry. “Jane! Are you ok?” he asked with a slight tension in his voice. At first she was hesitant to answer the question because she knows that nothing will happen if she tells the truth. “Yes, I’m fine, I was just thinking.” She said for argument’s sake. “Are you sure? You look like you could use some rest.” he insisted as he stroked her cheek. “Yes, I’m just tired. That’s all”. “Alright, as soon as we get home, you may sleep. I’ll take care of the house”

     As they got home immediately, without a word Jane went inside the house, went upstairs in their bedroom and climbed into their bed. The scent of the sheets penetrated her nose and she loved it. It was a mixture of her scent and her fiance’s which reminded her of how they made love with each other over the years. Although they hadn’t slept for weeks. As she heard Henry going up the stairs she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Henry climbed into their bed and stroked her face. She knew what he wanted but he gave her no reason to give it to him. Henry finally gave up, he kissed her goodnight and finally went to sleep. 

     Hours passed and Jane found herself starring at the ceiling thinking of how her life would continue to be the way it was. She felt like a prisoner in her own life. Tears ran down her face. She went downstairs to their living room and there she cried some more.

     This has been happening to her over the past weeks. She hadn't slept for days for it was either she wakes up in the middle of the night unable to breathe or won’t be able to sleep at all. She was unable to explain her emptiness despite the fact that she had everything that she has ever wanted. A beautiful home, a loving fiance and a career. Finally, she stopped thinking, it was exactly 3:00am. She decided to go outside and walk along their block to divert her attention. She had no hope and it made her want to kill herself thinking that as she wakes up in the morning she will have the same empty life. She was unable to breathe again, she turned around and ran towards their house. She got the car keys went outside and got to her fiance’s car. She was ready to leave. When looking at the dashboard she saw a picture of her and Henry a few years back when they were still happily together. Suddenly the memories of her past came flooding into her system. How she met Henry, the way they looked into each other’s eyes and how she had loved him. For the first time, she felt a glimpse of faith as if hopelessness never crossed her mind. She then got out of her car, ran inside their house, into their bedroom as she found Henry sitting on their bed with the look of confusion on his face, waiting for her.

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Random Thoughts

We all have that selfish bitch daughter inside of us. It just really depends on how we choose to let it unleash. For some reason I do it ever so often.

A girl once asked her mother why she cannot accept her father. He's temperamental, thinks only of himself most of the time, disregards people's feelings, pretty much JUST. PLAIN. NUMB. Her mother told her, it is because the girl is ungrateful and is unable to forgive.

The girl could not process this at first because she thought that she's the victim here. Why put the blame on her? There must be something more to this. There must be.

Then the girl started writing all that her father is, and rereading the paragraph she realized that she is the exact replica of her father:  temperamental, thinks only of himself most of the time, disregards people's feelings, pretty much JUST. PLAIN. NUMB.

So this is it, she says, I am seeing myself....

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Just. So. Random. K. Bye.

Random Thoughts

As I see everything that surrounds me, observing the dress, the church, the people, my friends who were beside me, I cannot help but think of how incredibly wonderful a wedding truly is. The priest has struck me with his homily that the two are married NOT by money, friends nor their families; but in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  It is God who has chosen them, a man and a woman both dressed in white facing all the people who deserved to witness their matrimony. I couldn't be happier to be a part of it.

I was not a fan of weddings, having to witness several failed marriages and sufferings of people in my lifetime.  The thing is, a marriage cannot survive with only the effort of either the wife or the husband, neither the both of them. It has to be something more than just living together, raising children, living a life of luxury or even, having to live a life of suffering. It is just more and I know that I cannot fully grasp this kind of life without me experiencing it for myself. I am scared that maybe this kind of life is for me, that it is my vocation, because I know for myself that I cannot do it. I am too proud, too selfish.

I do not know how to end this entry, because I am still hanging, still waiting of what is in store for me. I guess, there's really nothing I could do but be patient and just wait.

Haruki Murukami 1Q84

I must say that this book will really capture your attention.

 Murukami has his way of writing that will make you want to turn page after page, not realizing that it is already early in the morning. I have been reading this for a long time now because I've been busy with school and with my internship so I haven't finished the book yet. I usually just read now before going to bed unlike before when I read all day long, getting lost in one book after the other.

This book to me is a bit odd because of how it's written. The author has a different way of writing unlike the books I've read which were a lot, cause I used to read a lot. I'm not going to write anymore about this particular book because I might spoil it so, I'm just going to write my thoughts about the author.

 Murukami is very descriptive, you can actually imagine the place in your head and feel as if you're really there with the character. I don't know if the feeling is mutual with the other readers of Murukami, it still differs with each person's capacity to imagine but in general I think he really gets into people's minds.

A friend of mine (Jan Ricasio) read several pages of the book because I told her about how incredibly weird the plot is...at least...to the extent of where I am now in the book, and she got curious. She said the same thing...that Japanese writers really are a bit odd on how they make their plots. She mentioned this Japanese author whose books revolve around suicidal acts. I forgot his/her name but I'm a bit alarmed of how these people perceive the world. hahaha!

I'm going to bed now, will get a dose of Murukami again. What book should I read next??

 Goodnight!

Mother's Day 2013

     Three years ago I thought that 2013 would be the third year of my mother's death. I didn't mean to sound all emo and sadistic but I really thought that my mother would not be able to survive Leukemia. I, personally was preparing myself 3 years ago of what life I would be having if I lost my mother. Little did I know that after everything she has been through, we will be celebrating mother's day 2013 with her by our side. Not only that but another human being who I thought would be a dog (because I wanted a dog before) is now also with us. HAHA!  Sometimes I forget that my little niece is a human being and not a toy that I can play around with. I just can't help it! SHE IS JUST SO ADORABLE. Sarap pagtripan. Muwahahaha!

This year we celebrated mother's day in Max's Restaurant at Robinsons Galleria. We had Kare-Kare, their famous chicken (of course) and Crispy Pata. Sooooobbraaaannng saaarrraaapppp!!!!! My favorite is their Crispy Pata, if I'm given the opportunity to choose what kind of death I'll have, I'll definitely choose death because of Crispy Pata. but then, I would probably have a heart attack.....which would hurt....so...wag na lang pala. ahahaa!

Here are the pictures:

Marunong na magpacute eh :))

Bleeehhhh!

My mother and Izzrie <3

because I just looooveeee the camera.

my weird brother....

No picture of the other brother since he was the "photographer". 

Thank you Lord for everything! :) God bless us all. Happy Mother's Day everyone!

What I put on my face

 I do not have the perfect skin like some of my friends, who do not need to put anything on their faces. Basically because my skin is very sensitive just like all my cousins and my parents. So I guess it runs in the family, specifically, on my father's side. So these products are for people who have sensitive skin like me.

What I cannot skip with my routine is CETAPHIL. It is incredibly mild and moisturizing! It's just like putting mucous on your face. HAHA! I was shocked when I asked my dermatologist if I can still put Cetaphil on even if I was having allergies, after our trip in Boracay, and she said YES. IT IS THAT MILD PEOPLE! :))

Here is what it looks like :)

The next is this Toner that I got from Etude House. Before, I used to put this on everyday but after Boracay I got scared so now its just sitting on my dresser. Maxine recommended this to me. 

This one is my moisturizer, I skip this once in a while because of the heat but I try not to. They say that this is one of THE most important but I think I can live without this.

So, these are the products that I put on my face. It is important to take care of the skin because even if you have good makeup on and your skin is dry or oily or has acne all over, there wouldn't really be any difference. Often times the face will look even more dirty. So I take care of my skin. 

I admire people who do not put anything but water on their faces because I used to do that before but then, I just feel like its not anymore working for me now specially before getting my period, so I had to try on these products. The safest among these is Cetaphil. It is just amazing. I can go out and not put toner and moisturizer but not the Cetaphil facial cleanser. Thank you Maxine again for recommending this to me. It is by the way the number 1 facial cleanser in the US. Try it out.

Good Luck!

Random thoughts: My Course

Good Day to you all!

      Just some random thoughts while I'm chilling here at the awesome Cha Dao Tea Place (nag-endorse eh). Anyway, since it's sort of a lazy Thursday afternoon and as of the moment I'm not doing anything with my internship, why not write another blog? 

I have been hearing a lot of ranting these past few months coming from my close friends about their work. In a usual conversation, work has always and will forever be included when friends hang out. It is either they hate their jobs or they are getting bored with them. I guess, when I graduate next year and experience a legitimate job myself, I would probably say the same. Fortunately for me, ever since I entered college in Assumption, I could not see anything that is wrong with my course. I love Advertising. Pretty much everything about it. It is unpredictable because after a project another would come that is totally different from the other one. There will always be surprises and non stop creativity. The best thing is, people actually buy it. You make money out of creativity and manipulation. I do not approve of the manipulation part, but, it is the reality. Advertising gives people false hope.....but also, it gives confidence, thinking that buying a particular object will make them those people who they aspire to be.

At first I did not really know what course to take. It was only when I HAD to pick a course that I chose Advertising. I wanted to take Culinary but then Assumption, suddenly, scrapped the course out. I guess it really was a sign? ahahaha! 

Right now, since I'm experiencing the industry first hand because of my internship, I realize that I really love what I'm doing. I do not think I will ever get bored of Advertising. Thank you LORD and CHANDLER BING for making me choose the right course. I cannot wait to graduate and start working like a boss! :))