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"You can do it" is just the saddest phrase ever said. That's the exact set of words uttered by my dad to my mom before he passed away. It's the phrase that's meant to empower a person but that also means that that person must have to carry that weight alone. My boyfriend said that exact same thing to me last night, but with "...even without me". I'm supposed to be glad that he saw me as an independent woman but it hurts me knowing that he thinks that I can really do anything alone. Yes, I'm carrying all the weights on my back even when he's not around but I'd rather hear "you won't make it" instead of "you can do it" from him. I just love him so much that I want us to shout, "We can do it together" "You can do it" phrase from a loved one was just so alone. Thus the saying, the winner stands alone. And it's sad.

Thank you. I don’t think you have any idea how lovely you are. Part of your beauty lies in the fact that you’re simply ignorant of how remarkable it is that you exist in the world. I thought you were a dream, a figment of my imagination, someone I could only feebly hope to someday find. You make impossibility look simple. For many years, love only meant pain to me. I’d heard that it was a remarkable experience with the right person, but I hardly believed in that possibility for myself. After a childhood surrounded by discordant, miserable couples, I had no idea what healthy love looked like or where to begin to build it. Relationships used to be an interminable struggle. I flailed, inevitably sinking, attempting desperately to make it work with men who weren’t right for me. They never filled the void of insecurity and sadness inside me, and I couldn’t understand that it wasn’t their place to do so. It took hitting rock bottom to put in the necess...

He asked, why are tattoos so hard to draw? Because it will stay in your skin forever, said I Just like how you managed to walk for the first time, Or the moment you first loved the rain Or the songs that played in your mama's disc player when you're still a kid Or the nostalgic midnights you've given up sleep just to finish that one book, cover to cover These were tattooed in our minds Memories that will be kept in our synapses Til we grow old, have dementia and lost our own thought Those were tattooed in our minds And there are some that stays in our heart. Just like the second time you love so hard you can't even keep your eyes shut for a minute Like the feeling of pure love you've never thought existed When he told you you're the brightest among all Suns Then kissed your lips and tuck you in his arms in that one cold night in the ninth of November line Those tattoos were not drawn by ink But by fate Tattoos that will stay in years to come ...

I never thought September was indeed the most painful month yet the one very month which taught me things I need to learn in order to live my life to the fullest. I actually waited for the month to come, since it's my ex's birthmonth and I got to wait that 14th day so then I'll have my opportunity to talk or should I say, to express my never ending love for him. I did. But up til now, I still had no response. Then came the 26th of the month, year 2018, my father, who supported me through my academics, left us. He was the one who's there when I'm at my lowest, I mean like literally broke. I was a heathen and got nothing. I have nothing. But he's there to give me what I need. He's there. But I didn't pay him much attention because I focused on my own. I focused on things I won't have and people I've tried my best to win back. So, not too long, he, too, gave up. I don't know how to manage things or how to start again with a new chapter without...

11:49am on September 26,2018 My father died. And I was taking my physics exam by the time. Everything's fine. The day was okay. And I thought the only problem I got to face is the paper in front of my desk with my helper, the calculator I was too perplexed I breathe a little then continue figuring out what's in front of me Then, my phone vibrated I know, it must be my phone And even I'm in front of my professor, I sneaked in just to answer the call And ma, she's on the phone—crying How can I even help this helpless human on the other line? "Kitin, pina-pump na papa mo", said she. I'm still processing the words, p u m p? Pump. What's pump? Then it came to me that they're reviving him. The call ended. I took my seat again and stared at my ongoing test, "Di na, retake ko nalang", I told myself. So I came up to my prof and told him, "Sir, alis po muna 'ko, retake ko nalang" I rushed my way to the jeepney. ...

I am a little bit tired All these unnoticed efforts and hidden tears All will just vanish in thin air This is a bit too much. I know I should be over you If only you teach me how to.

2018/09/13 04:07 I'm thinking, how can I make you feel appreciated Like seeing an aurora borealis, How can you notice your very own beauty? It's 4 midnight and am still wondering why the sun will shine later on East, Is there any chance that you're going to light my life, too? As how the sun was destined to set on West?

Someday, I'm gonna find him, Luna And tell him all the things I've done Just to see his very eyes Do you ever felt that ache in your heart, Luna? When your mind overpowers everything even that one beating part And all you ever feel was pain For there was too many running things on your brain And you can't think right Just can't write For you don't know how to let go To the man who promised you the Omega since the Alpha You don't know what does it mean to move on And why do people just go without permission Or why they just left once you close your eyes in that one sullen night You can't have any answers They used to say excuses are better left unsaid And I'm close to believing them Too close. Luna, I hope he's now okay If not, regardless of what was I would still be like the girl he used to see I'll be the same eternally. Until then, stay with me.

In arts, You know it's the masterpiece when it's full of flaws. The more blemishes it has, the better; The more realistic it looks.. And that's how you appreciate it. The same way how we love our humans He will never be perfect And he won't be there for an eon, And that's fine. You just need to appreciate him And let him do his thing. You just have to sit there and let him grow—    like observing how a butterfly came out of its pupae    or witnessing how a bud came into bloom in split second Let him be his best self. That's how you love—     without expecting anything in return. Just loving his existence.

September 8, 2018 Rainy midnights And the unbearable sad night I didn't know yesterday was the last time I get to see you. I didn't know. I'm sorry, Tomo I wasn't a good mom I'm sorry for the ignorance I didn't knew you'll be a victim of my negligence I'm really sorry. I love you. Thank you for making me feel the most innocent love from the best dog I once had.

Do not fall for jobs with qualifications such as "no experience needed" or "no experience required". Those were corporation tactics to get you into this modern-day slavery. How did it came to my senses? So I applied for a job. I got accepted. But the day after I got the job offer, I withdrew my application and told them I can't. I chose to study. I realize I just can't do it. I can't work and earn just to pay for my hospital fees. So going back, wage slavery came to me when I'm researching about how modern people get into oppression without them knowing. This was just out of curiosity. I just realized that once you let yourself into those corporations, you've got no choice but to stay there for the rest of your life. How? Since you have no experience, you'll be drawn to those "no experience required" jobs and then you'll start to get trained with the said job and will get an offer, 6 months contractual before going regular...

Nevermind the painful words Nevermind the pride and ego I just want to hug you right this very moment And let you know you mean the world to me Desperate, it may seem But I know what I want I have made up my mind long ago I will only risk on love once and give it all And I have chosen you to spend this life with I only want you But since you've been away I haven't seen the light of day I'm lost without you, can't find my way All I know is I will wait And I will always stay You may never know what I'm feeling right now But these words will stay I love you. I still fucking love you. ...even the thought of you moving on was quite uncomfortable, I'm still here. Besides, I'm cool with myself You will always have my heart You have the freedom to do what you want ... I'm crying, I'm sorry I just love you this much. Baby, hug me tight please Everything was just so cold I know you're always worth it I will wait.

A month ago You were mine We're still fighting to see past through the cracks And we're all the things that we hate A month ago, We're still seeing each other's cuts Accepting each and every lines and flaws—      creating a comfortable aura around How I wish that day had never ended But, it had. A month ago, I've enjoyed each and every moment talking to you I've treasured everything about you Cause deep inside, I'm being haunt by the thought of losing you I did what I can to make you stay, And I fall short. A month ago and up until now, I'm still in love with you. Would you please take a second glance?

Yesterday It was August 15 I got accepted in a job And then, I cancelled my application I declined to pass the requirements It was an almost tragedy I was just so glad, I cried. I almost killed myself Fortunately my angels is always here for me Danke.

Sure those words were painful My eyes even were soaked; But don't worry, I'm hurt because that's how truth make us feel I know those words were true You're right. And truth's rare. perhaps...

Baby, I miss you. Maybe you didn't feel the same but.. I just want you to know that I'm still here Though I'm obviously unwell, I tell you I'll gonna carry this weight. I know you are still pissed It's been two weeks since... I don't know how to approach you again I've done so many mistakes, I know Due to that, I'll willingly suffer this sadness within I'm still here. I can't help but care. I love you . I hope those words will reach you wherever you are.

Walking back to home From the gigantic architecture I've found I'm not who I thought I was People around seemed to be growing fast— faster than a rocket fighting the pull of gravity Their faces changed; More often, it's now harder to recognise Their bones grew longer And those little hearts before, they're being unstoppable Their smiles, they're mostly gone For life never had a second thought When it decided to rip them hearts apart And there I found myself Never been included in a pack I am in a society where talking to oneself is unacceptable I've seen it From my peripheral view— Most people are manipulated to be like the other Yet, they're judging people because they're like them Ironic. I'm out of this. Fine by me.

When I was a young girl, an old woman asked me what's my dream or what do I want to become. I told her, "I want to be a doctor". She smiled, then pat my hair and told me to "make it happen". In that moment, I know I was accepted because of my dream—the thing I want to live for my entire life. The dream that I want to spent my entire earth hours with. But growing up, I know there's something wrong. I started asking myself, "Did I just get accepted because of the illusion in my head?", "Will they still love me if I'm undecided?" "Will they treat me like this if I happen to say I didn't have a dream?". Those questions haunt me. Then, I felt a sudden jolt in my jaws, and in my cold whisper, I've heard myself telling me, "They want you to be like them and they're using you to spread the same stupidity". The whole concept of dream, as what was being told to us, was flawed. No, fucking your life over a job i...

2018/06/02 07:10 Every second, err...every millisecond It's just you that I'm thinking of It's been three days since our last conversation And I swear, I tried to hate you— But it just left me dumbfounded With the idea of you and me—us With you wanting to stay.

2018/06/02 02:01am An hour before 3:00 The time when you mostly ask me: "Why are you still awake?" The same time you ended it all with: "So I don't care about your pleas" I have tried to forget; I attempted to live by myself Been homeless inside for years Thought I found a safe haven knowing I'm part of your ribs But you can't accept the fact So you don't even try to hesitate to look back for the second time. After all, you've found me a mess So it's pretty known, I have once been a mess, and will always be a mess Till you pick me up again And bathe me with your company. That time , I suppose, will come In a Neverland, where that won't happen For we're all gonna die, anyway And this love too. Maybe next dimension will be our right rendezvous.

Araw rin 'to ng mga mangagawa. Mayo Uno. Dapat, nasa lansangan tayo para makiisa sa pagtatanggal ng endo. Per Kulangot. Kahit kailan, hindi kita nirespeto bilang EIC o mas nakatatalino dahil mas mataas ka ng rank sa'kin kasi, para sa'kin, hindi ikaw ang Chritine na iginagalang ng marami. Ikaw ang Chritine na naamoy ko ang lahat ng baho at siyempre, nakidungis din sa putik mo sa mukha. Ikaw 'yung kulangot na ipinahid na sa pader, aba, sumasama pa rin sa daliri. Ikaw 'yung tae sa banyo na ayaw lumubog kasi, ewan, tinubol ata ako no'n. Ikaw 'yung ingrown sa kuko na kahit ilang beses ipalinis, matindi, tumutubo pa ring lintik ka. Ikaw 'yung...kahit gano'n lang ang tingin sa sarili, tinuring kong mahalagang bahagi ng araw-araw ko. At 18 ka na, so, legal ka na. Magtino na tayo sa pagtawid. Baka masita tayo ng J-Walking. Mahirap nang matulog sa presinto. Mahal kita. 'Lam mo 'yan.  God bless. P.S. Surprise mo naman ako sa debut ko. Biro lang.

He shouldn’t have to change to be a recipient of your love. Only ask him to be yours and be by his side as he changes. That’s the way to love and grow with him.

He’s far from the devil they’ve claimed that he is. They acted as Lucifer while demanding that he gives them heaven. Heaven was made for angels, it’s not a good home for those who resemble fallen ones.

anger is toxic and will lead you nowhere. it will only cheat you from your happiness. your kindness. your sweetness. open the bottle and release of all the anger you have collected. free your heart from the rage. the fury. let go of the resentment. bitter does not look good on you. anger does not suit you

One day,      we’ll look back      and laugh at how insecure      and worried we were about life.       we’ll realize how       all the things we thought       were breaking us were only       helping lead us to a healed place.       on this day,      we will realize the       irony of life and will       understand how it       all does work out in the end.      and we will be sitting there,       blissfully thankful       for all the confusion and pain.             the end is beautiful.  I can't wait to see you there.

He can be difficult, There are times his words will be heavy with stubbornness, his tongue will be sharper than a new sword and attitude like a two-year-old. Aren’t we all difficult at times? Isn’t he human like everyone else?

He is He can sometimes be the thunder while life rains on you, don’t expect him to always be the calm. If you need to be certain about anything, It is that he will always be the rainbow and the sunshine after. I love you and your odd humor, KNC

You have to love the parts of him that aren’t easy to love and the parts of him that others and even himself have struggled to love.

He is the same as wine, without patience you will never see how better he gets with time.

To his past, I see you replay the worst scenes of his life over and over, trying to convince him that he is less than good. Listen to me, I will love him until you become a memory faded until your words are without sound and empty to his ears. I will love him until you no longer get the best of him, until you are nothing to him.

He refused to become a slave to the false opinions they uttered about him and trained his ears to be deaf to the false assumptions and accusations they spread. That’s what makes him powerful, nothing irrelevant can lure his attention.

I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome at 3am. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome before coffee and after coffee and in between. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome with messy hair and eyes half closed. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when you put on your black sweater or wear your slippers to the grocery store. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when you have headphones in and you’re not listening to a thing I say. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when you’re laughing or crying or when we’re arguing. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when you fail an expectation and when you think of metaphysical stuffs. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when you can’t find a way to get into your friend's house or want ice cream late at night. I’m going to tell you that you’re handsome when the sun ...

Can you hear it? The snoozy sound of sea waves as it gently drenching on to the sand, soothing isn't it? The scenery that will made you feel drowsy, the green views of mountains and its reflection with  blue tinted skies showed down the silent waters.  The nostalgic scent and cool breeze of the wind  touching your cheek chills off your stress and will surely give you comfort. The scenery is already perfect, the plants, the animal, each suits each other and formed a wonderful biodiversity. You're not dreaming, that really scenery exist, but sooner   or later, a nightmare will succumb such place , as the modern generation come to  take over everything,naturally. The jaw-dropping beauty of nature may be spotted everywhere, but the unique beauty of Coron, Palawan is a far too different thing. The sea, the mountain, the air were all so refreshing that not only Filipino locals got to fell in love with this, it also captured tourist's heart and attention. Truly t...

Adolescent sexual and reproductive health (ASRH), or the lack thereof, is fast becoming the defining issue of this generation of young Filipinos. Without a robust response from all stakeholders, the Philippines is on track toward a full-blown, national teenage pregnancy crisis. Teenage pregnancy rates across the world have declined in the past two decades except in the Philippines, according to a new survey. According to the UN Population Fund (UNFPA), teenage pregnancy has a huge rate in the Philippines, especially among the poor. 2/3 of Filipinos, who give birth before age 20, belongs to the low class society. Data from the National Statistics Office showed that 8 percent among 1.7 million babies born in 2004 were born to mothers 15-19 years old. Young mother gave birth to 818,000 babies in 2000 alone. This means, almost one of every 10 babies is born to teenage mothers. The risk is, almost 10 percent of the born babies from young mothers are malnourished. As years passed by, the ...

× So never ever state an opinion; Once you do that, bagsak na arguments niyo × Always have a credible basis on whatever you say × Rebuttals are key, but you shouldn't alwayd rebutt or else your side will just be as less credible × Always, always establish your argument on whoever is going to speak first, dont plunge to a rebutt immediately × Don't be too vague, don't generalize as much as possible × Never play it safe, whatever your side of the argument is you should only be thinking that you're right × Plan out what can counter your arguments. If there is something that can counter it strongly, don't mention it × Then plan your counters on the possible arguments the other side can establish × The point of the debate is to make your side sound convincing it's not about who's got the biggest mouths or best rebutts. Debate yan, hindi fliptop × And lastly, respeto; Let the person finish speaking Or if you're allowed to rebutt whil...

Netizens are almost as always online—day or night,midnight or whatsoever time internet is available.We have our liberty when it comes to social media.We post,tweet or capture all that we think are relevant to our well-being.It's as if we can't live for a night not being online.Well,the problem now was the literacy that we have when it comes to media.Media literacy,I must say,was critical in our country as it worth a cavil.We can't be so stupid believing all the lies on the wide world web,we'll be doomed to humbug beliefs. Media Literacy in the Philippines really needs some formal attention as we tend to act ignorant  in a way that in a single hoax post,we're promptly giving our advertence without even asking ourselves where was the source of such certain post was.This is very foreboding as we seemed too foolish in responding to trolls' bait without any the benefit of the doubt in mind. Social media has no reservation,and it is the fact there is.If there were ...

The novel Malinche written by the Mexican novelist, screenwriter and politician Lara Esquivel talks about environmentalism and feminism as a whole. Esquivel was known advocate of those beliefs in their country since she's also a vocal feminist that was maybe her drive to write about Malinalli, commonly known as Malinche but before I write more about her, I want to take the opportunity to explain the theories enclosed in this novel. First theory observed was the feminism which was truly evident even at the first word of the book :Malinche. This novel circulates upon the life of a Painalan girl who has been vituperated for her treachery of the people of India. Esquivel proved in this novel the other way around, the good reason behind this act of Malinche as she has this greater role than what people thought her to be. She came out to have more complex character—a mediator of two alien cultures Native American and Hispanic, also with two different languages Spanish and Nahuatl. In...

Paano ka ba nagiging masaya? Sa isang Lunes ba ng umaga na nakaupo ka sa silyang laan nang nauna? O naging masaya ka dahil sa gitna ng tensyon Nahagip mo ang kanyang atensyon? Mahilig na akong magbiro Katulad nang kung paano biruin ng buhay na to ang kinabukasan ko Nakakapagod na Wala nang ibang Sandalan maliban ang mga salitang di maisatinig dahil wala namang ibang nanghihina kundi Ikaw at iyong paniniwala Bukas na ko magsusulat Iiyak muna ako ngayon dahil di pwedeng sabay lumuha ang mata at ang pluma

Sip your coffee, nice and slow, No one ever knows when it’s time to go, There’ll be no time to enjoy the glow, So sip your coffee nice and slow. Life is too short but feels pretty long, There’s too much to do, so much going wrong, And most of the time you struggle to be strong, Before it’s too late and it’s time to go, Sip your coffee nice and slow. Some friends stay, others go away, Loved ones are cherished, but not all will stay , Kids will grow up and fly away, There’s really no saying how things will go, So sip your coffee nice and slow. Before you know it seasons have changed, Those precious little moments are part of yesterday, Most things have turned out relatively okay, And you finally reap what you have sown, So sip your coffee nice and slow. In the end it’s really all about love, For this world and it’s beauty and the stars above, For His grace in your life , for each present moment, Smile and breathe and l...

Title : Veronika Decides to Die Author: Paulo Coelho de Souza is a Brazilian lyricist and novelist and the recipient of numerous international awards. He is best known for his widely translated novel The Alchemist. He was born in Brazil and attended a Jesuit school. As a teenager, Coelho wanted to become a writer. Upon telling his mother this, she responded, "My dear, your father is an engineer. He's a logical, reasonable man with a very clear vision of the world. Do you actually know what it means to be a writer?" At 17, Coelho's introversion and opposition to following a traditional path led to his parents committing him to a mental institution from which he escaped three times before being released at the age of 20. Born into a Catholic family, his parents were strict about the religion and faith.Coelho later remarked that "It wasn't that they wanted to hurt me, but they didn't know what to do... They did not do that to destroy me, they did that to s...

To you watashi no ai, It's funny that after you left me last year, I am left hanged somewhere in the darkest forest I wish I've never been It's funny that I really waited for a year before talking to you again, to be with you and to understand you more, this time. It's funny that even though you're pushing me to leave before, I have still insisted to stay because... because I really love the hell out of you. It's funny that after a year, I showed up again and the word "again" united us for 7 more days It's funny that for 7 days I already have promised myself to live with you forever—to infinity, beyond the observable universe. It's funny that you're a whining woman inside a man's body— overwhelmed and always overreacting. It's funny that we're planning our future together but never thought that we'll only last a week It's funny that you just let me finished my 7-day novel quote letters before you wave goodbye a...

Conformity. People conform to live peacefully within society. Peacefully as in to not have to deal with opposing views too much. People conform to make themselves feel as though they have purpose in life. They see others doing the same, they follow suit. It's either to live an easy life or its because it's the only thing they know. Thinking outside the box is too hard for them. Or they never had an imagination to. Madness. I don't know what madness is. Though I know that I am a madman. It's hard to classify madness because some people can just be having a bad day. While others, their life is just a living hell. And it may not even be because of outside forces. Sometimes the hell is within the person's mind with the way they think. The way other people perceive them and their thoughts in a negative manner despite the intentions being good. Madness in my definition is a state of never finding rest in their mind or their spirit. Death is something humans have made. D...

Guiuan I. Elements of the Prose used: Title: A Rose for Emily Author: William Cuthbert Faulkner (Falkner) was born on September 25, 1897, at New Albany, Mississippi, U.S. He is an American novelist and short-story writer who was awarded the 1949 Nobel Prize for Literature. He was the eldest of four more sons of Murry Cuthbert Falkner and Maud Butler. Faulkner grew up in Oxford, Mississippi where his family moved in 1902. This history and culture of the American South posed a great influence on Faulkner throughout his childhood and also on his literary work later on. The beginning of 1920s till the outbreak of World War II was the most productive period of Faulkner’s writing career. In addition to numerous short stories, Faulkner published 13 novels. Some of his most celebrated novels include The Sound and the Fury (1929), As I Lay Dying (1930), Light in August (1932),and Absalom, Absalom! (1936). Faulker’s short s...

A Fairy Song William Shakespeare Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Part 1 - Understanding the Elements 1. Give atleast 3 elements of poetry used by the poet and explain how this elements contribute into understanding the poem.       a. Use of Figurative Language Devices               Hyperbole : Line 4 & Line 6                       Thorough f...