Sunday, December 22, 2013

Feeling Cold?


Yes to two weeks of stressing and de-stressing over school, holiday homework, unfinished (I haven't started even) papers and upcoming midterms and long tests! :) 

I thought I would be spending the holidays at the dorm with roomie Diana but Tita picked me up on such short notice. (Cram packing at its finest hahaha) I feel really bad ditching roomie, though. She'd be spending Christmas and New Year alone. :< I must find a way to get back to her somehow :))

The holidays are supposedly festive and fun but sometimes, this also becomes the time for people to meditate on how much they are feeling alone. (Hello, members of SMP, Samahan ng Malalamig ang Pasko. Note: this is what single people call themselves in PH.) To those guys and gals out there who feel left out, I tell you, you aren't alone. :)))

My block's fond of being sawi and hugot most of the times. In XX, we are known for connecting anything really to the perils of a broken heart. Honestly, I don't know when and how it started. It just sparked! The lines could be anything witty or cheesy. It depends on your own context, too. 

To all those people having a chilly time this holiday season, check this out. You might relate to some posts and tweets. If you couldn't, welll, hope it made that smile on your face came out somehow :))

(These tweets may or may not necessarily reflect the author's thoughts and opinions :P)

Yes, that is true :(

Even books teach us how life and love work.

This is how we relate to each other #BlockXXsawivibes haha

Would you still bet against time? :)
You see what I mean?

Conversations of this kind are usually exchanged in the block throughout the day.

"How come nature has feelings and you don't?!" #hugot

Remember, just because you feel alone doesn't mean you really are alone. Send us a tweet and we might just know what you exactly feel. :"> 

Christmas is in three days! Merry Christmas you guys. :) Till next post! :)

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Thank God It's Wednesday!

Halfway through the last week of class for 2013!

Although the day didn't start off the way I planned it to be (I was hoping I could still review early before my first class, 8:30 Literature), it was a day worth the hassle and stress. :))

Because I crammed studying for that first Chemistry long test and hit the sack at around 2 am, my body clock cannot help but adjust to what my exhausted little shell demands. To no one's surprise, I went to class, rushing late. Well, at least I had time to grab some coffee.

The same routine went on, actually. Literature. Chemistry. Quiz unfinished. Ranting about the fact that I knew the answers but time suddenly went haywire and left me with some questions unanswered. Dance aerobics. Back to the dorm.

My bed is indeed a siren, luring me with her captivating lullaby. Indeed, one must congratulate me for standing up against her calls. :))) Instead of sleeping in, I had a date with my Chemistry notes (I'm tired of Chemistry too. =.= but allow me to digress please.) and I said goodbye to my life online for a while.

Studying drained me. Oh well, those 5 hours solving sample problems made a difference, anyway! :) Although I was still betting against time, I had fun answering the long problems! :D The multiple choice part was confusing though. Since when did multiple choice be as simple as the alphabet ? It's the same with life and all the crossroads it poses. You must always choose. At least in an examination, there's always a right option. That's not always true with life, though. One choice leads to another and you'll end up thinking, "What if I chose the other one?"

Now, where did that come from?!

Moving on, after a grueling match of wits, IT WAS TIME TO CELEBRATE! Who wouldn't rejoice over the fact that you survive a long test? I always do, by the way. :)))

UP was having its annual Lantern Parade and it would have been fun to go and witness the lights over the city skyline but then, the obedient little daughter inside me opted to let the chance go. It was a tough choice! :( I had to choose between this and my block Christmas party this Friday. I couldn't miss our block's first holiday get-together. It's a milestone I should be part of. That's why, sayonara, UP Lantern Parade. Maybe next time. :')

I would have called it a day but then, Claire, one of my groupmates for our Food Innovation Project, called to update me regarding our proposal. And.....

Ella: Hey there.
Claire: Girl, I HAVE NEWS!
Ella: Yep, ano latest chikka? (Yep, what's the latest gossip?)
Claire: *mumbles something*
Ella: What? Can you just send me a text message or anything? I'm still having dinner at KFC!

Let me just emphasize it again,


That research project slash paper slash proposal was no small feat. Our group was mainly composed of freshmen plus a mentor who is a senior from the same course. We spent nights cramming that paper! (Yep, I know. We are master crammers haha) We faced the crowd and defended those ideas. The risk paid off! :))))

I was too happy to function well upon hearing the news. Literally jumping from joy, I seemed not to have any other care in the world. Never mind the cars passing me by. I'm sure they were wondering who's that girl skipping each step. But i just had to. :))))))))))

We didn't get bragging rights as champs, though. Got second place because our project lacked something. Still, it is a huge deal! :))))) Only a few more revisions and we are good to go! Doc Wong also teaches Thesis for our course and you know what's another good thing to celebrate, he is considering exempting us for this class! :))))))

The day really turned out better than I have expected. :)))))) Now, exhaustion is overcoming me. I was able to survive straight 24 hours without napping though! Time to log out. Ciao~ :))

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


Oh my.

Why should he appear on my Facebook news feed again???

Well, we are friends online. Online nga lang. Oh well.

Why is he so ........? (You insert adjectives here.)

On the other hand,


Thank you for caring to this simple kolehiyala's (that's the Filipino term for a college girl) random rants and raves! :)))

Come on. Back to studying. Been slacking since last week. Okay. Let's cram!

(His image pops out. Ugh. Don't get distracted. Not nowwwwww)

How Time Flies... and Stops

Time does mess up things.

It feels like time is rushing to end all the heavy workload but at the same time, it's still Tuesday.

Three more days of waiting. Three more days of Chemistry, Literature, English, Math and Filipino. Three more days of agony. Three more days. Just three more days and it's Christmas break. Just three more days and no more power naps in cafeteria tables during short breaks!

This is what happens when the season of long examinations call on to us.
Hey Pia! :)))

Thank God for the holidays! I can't wait to catch up on sleep and marathons of Once Upon A Time and How I Met Your Mother. (Yep. I am so last season.)


However, till then, I am forced to wake up and drag myself to cram every little piece of  information in my head. I've got less than 30 hours to let it all in. Wooh. 

At least Math has its fun side too. Will post more after that Chem Long Test. Wish me luck. This is where it all ends. =.=

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Your ol' neighbor says "HELLOOOOOO" back to the blogging world :)

Miss me? :)

Things have been pretty tough around lately. I've been gone for what? 3 months? That's an awfully long time! Oh well, i'm back! IT FEELS GOOD TO BE WRITING AGAIIIIIIIIN! :D

Been pretty busy with the acads and all those freshie stuff. Papers and all. Finals for the first semester. Catching up with friends. :)))) I didn't even have the time to update my planner anymore. It seems that my leisure is spent more on sleeping. Guess college does that to people. It makes you want for sleep more and more.


Shall we have a flashback then? :) (Blogger's note: even if you said no, I'd be posting it anyway haha)


I feel like going back to my planner for reference but all I saw was random irrelevant doodles. Haha where did my October go?

See what I mean?

WELL, it was SEMBREAK for goodness' sake! :))) Finals gave me a migraine (that I remember!) It seemed that I studied for nothing. Weeks ahead stocking on formulae and stuff wasted. Is this what college really do to people? Someone couldn't learn unless s/he empties his/her cup, right? :))

Anyway, I had time to chill, too! My days were filled with movie marathons and random trips to the pool with high school friends. Going back home is indeed one of the best feelings there could ever be! This what homecoming felt like :)) Revisiting you alma mater gives you nostalgia. Teachers would be asking you how's the city like. Motherly as they are, you find out that they still check on you, even if it meant stalking your Facebook profiles. (Creepy at a different context. Yep, I know. Haha) In addition, you become an instant celebrity! Who would have known I'd now be considered a judge for a play, right? Random people would keep on complimenting on how I apparently lost weight (please oh please never let me gain them!) or how the city climate suited me (hello, fair complexion!)


I guess that turned out to be the highlight of October. Setting foot back home just gives you that warm fuzzy feeling. Hey, you're back to your comfort zone! Hello, food hot and fresh from the pan. No fast food lifestyle for two straight weeks! You get the chance to eat veggies and fruits once more plus food is freeeeeee! #dormerproblems

Going back home means family time, too! <3 Oh how I missed Mom, Dad and brother dear. :)) I made it a point to stay at home too and not just go out with pals all the time. :)

Gala every day!

The break didn't make me forget about grades, though.

Movie marathons <3
Each day was a day closer to AISIS Release of Grades for the first semester. Each day, I was fervently praying I could reach our maintaining QPI (Quality Point Index as they call it in our university.) Who knew my cup of tea back in high school would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me here in college? =.=

But guess what?

I REACHED THAT 3.0 MARK! Boooyeaaaah!

:))))) I didn't make it to the dean's list though. Still lacked a point. But no worries, there are still 7 semesters to go! :)))))

Oh boo. Look at the time. I still want to write more but there's what you call priorities. We have that chemistry long test coming up this Wednesday and I still haven't flipped the pages. Oh my. Need to start cramming. I'll keep you posted though! :D

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Throwback to Freshman Year!

What's another new thing here in this university? We have VALENTINES in AUGUST! Since it's Thursday, let's throwback to my freshman year in high school. Taking a trip down the memory lane last night while refreshing my mind for chemistry, I found this! This was a poem I received on Valentines five years ago. :) 

You and Me... Maybe? Possibly? Can We?

At days that I am lonely

I can hear your voice saying Hi.
But when I see you with another guy
I can feel you saying goodbye.

Whenever you’re not around 
I always look at the picture 
when we were together.
I thought that there is no true love forever,
that’s why I won’t say never.

When the world may bring you down to tears.
That is the one I really fear.
Myself crying for your happiness but only for you.
I have many things to tell you.
They’re hard to explain.

You and me can possibly be.
As you can see your reflection in a mirror.
Your heart is the reflection of yourself.
If it breaks, I’ll lose you.

Just for you a lonely stranger.
Spending his life in the meadows
With only his friend as his shadow.
This is me the one you talk to everyday.

You think of me as a weird guy 
with no reason in life.
I see myself as a book with many stories 
that are ruined by some.
But they’re not enough for you.

Love is never meant to be written on paper 
for it will just fade away.
Words can be deceiving in many ways.

If today is my last day.
I’ll forget what you said yesterday.
I’ll give up everything just to spend time with you.
All of these are true if it is really you.

Reading this today made me smile. Thank you for this memory. You know who you are. :)

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Here comes the long test

The long wait is over!

After two suspense-filled weeks of  anticipating this moment, I was finally reunited with my Chemistry answer sheet. Perhaps I was very excited that I went up to my professor and got the wrong paper for myself. Hopping and skipping, I went back to my seat, proudly telling those who asked that I got a 91. Well, it took me a few more seconds to realize that it wasn't my penmanship and so I checked.

Boo. The paper wasn't mine.

Quickly I returned the paper back to my professor and she, along with my block mates,  laughed at my honest mistake. Back in my seat, I found myself waiting for it. Urgh. Time seemed to slow down.  Oh, chem long test! Where art thou? :<

On and on she called out names and gave back the answer sheets but where was mine? My hands are turning cold and sweaty from the anxiety. My tummy's already a haven for butterflies. Where oh where is my paper? Why can't I have it now?

The professor then called out some other guy from the other block. He was literally jumping out from joy! I deduced he got such an excellent score. Later on, it was announced that he got the highest in the class. Only 2 mistakes out of the hundred. Such a lucky guy.

Imagine the pressure when my name was called out next. I slowly made my way to the front. My only thoughts were, "Please oh please let me pass that exam."

"Here's a better score," she said with a smile.

I took my time. This is what I saw.

Indeed, it was better by a point. :)

Thank you, dear God for those sleepless nights. They paid off. ;)

Friday, August 2, 2013

How my Friday went like

    6:00 am

     My alarm clocks bids me to take a trip back to reality. No more dreams. No more made-up worlds. No more fantasy. It's Friday anyway, my last battle for the week. My bed doesn't loosen its hold on me but I fought back. It was a struggle. Staying up late to study hyperbolas and all those other conic sections, my mind longed for rest. Still, it wasn't the right time for that. No more chances of sleeping in. Every moment spared must be spent hitting the books, not the sack. Such a bitter choice but deemed necessary by students like me.

     Sure, I was dragging my feet to the shower, quickly bathing and dressing up for school. Grabbed a quick meal so I won't find myself faint in class. Breakfast, anyway, is the most important meal of the day. I had three classes for today. English. Literature. Math. The first two I can manage but the last one's always causing me migraine. Thank the heavens I don't have chemistry. I'd be mad if those two end up together on the same day.

     English was a breeze today. Our professor spent his hour talking about places, people and some of his experiences altogether. Manila was in the spotlight today. He rambled on the image of Manila if it could morphed itself as a person. This city would probably be that charming guy always with a hint of grime on his face. Never had trouble with the quiz for Literature. Boy it does pay to choose watching the movie in class than slacking it off for some troubled sleep. For that perfect choice, I was rewarded with an A in that quiz. :D

     Oh, if only my luck had gotten me past for the day. Never imagined it would end up me committing another shameless mistake on my Math quiz. :((((( All my efforts were put into waste. I felt like crumbling down in the dust. Sure, some of you might say it was no big deal. I could easily make up for it the next quiz. However, for me, even that single quiz could change the way things work out to be. That one shot might mean so much in the end. That could either make or break you. That's why I am so frustrated. It's disappointing to note that I didn't make it again this time. :((

    After the class, I sent my parents a message about the unfortunate quiz. I told them how sad it is not making it to the cut once more. I guess my best still wasn't good enough. :( Not a few minutes after, my phone beeped to the arrival of my dad's message. "It's okay. :) We know you can still do it. Make up for it next time. Stay positive."

     My dad still believes in me. That's enough reason to move forward. :)

PS. Midterms on Literature and Long Test in Math next week. Wish me luck. :) I badly need it right now.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

It strikes once more

I should be doing my post-lab right now.

I should be studying hyperbolas right now.

I should be practicing for our cheer dance right now.



It's so frustrating. ://////


Here's to my conceit! :P

"Write a 3-page essay all about yourself."

That shouldn't be that difficult, right? 

Well, this took me three days. :P How's that easy? 

Enjoy reading about me! :D 

Put me in a middle of nowhere and I’d find a way to get noticed.
            Born in a family whose roots are known for their upbeat personalities, I developed the confidence within me. Ever since I was a little girl, I had been joining every contest I could squeeze myself in.  My grandmother always insisted that we grab every opportunity to shine as we may never get one again. Keeping this in mind, my heart surged with courage and lost any uncertainty that might be holding me back. For this reason, I grew up to be an extrovert who enjoys the comfort of being with people and of being in the spotlight. Ask for volunteers and I’d be more willing to be one. Call for help and I’d be there. I am fearless enough take risks, embrace change and explore the world in a whole different perspective. However, I know that I must also keep my feet firm in the ground. I could never always be the best. Someone would always be better that I am. This is one principle I would never forget.
            I am blessed to be given such a wonderful family who nurtured me and molded me into who I am now. It is to them I owe and dedicate my achievements, simple or complex they might be. It was in their hands I learned most of what I know although I might spend much more time in school. Yes, school might have taught me knowledge but it was my family who brought me wisdom. It was they who influenced me to be academically inclined. I grew up with books and eventually I learned to love them, too. Who would never love reading when you have a family of storytellers who excellently spin dashing tales of adventure? It was inevitable that I grew to love writing, too. It has been my cup of tea ever since. I could never imagine myself without my pen and paper.
            Although I could never be as artsy as my brother is, I find art interesting. Literature captures my attention and music soothes my soul. My voice, though not as powerful as the others, have been part of church and performance choirs. On the other hand, I try but whenever I draw, I always endd up getting frustrated as the result usually never comes out the way I saw them to be. Nevertheless, I still love art and I believe the world is a dull place without such beauty.
            My life is something most people consider as normal. I come from a middle-class family who is thankfully able to make both ends meet. Studying in a prestigious university is and will always be a privilege for me. Without the scholarship, I could never find myself sitting amongst these people and discussing with them about atoms, parabolas and the like. Modesty aside, I have consistently been part of the honor roll ever since I started schooling. I am fortunate to have the trust of the people as I have also been a student leader ever since elementary. I take pride in saying that I am responsible enough to balance everything out. With all these, I never forget to thank the One above.
            Because I am used to achieving things I wanted to be in, rejections and failures come to me as heartaches and bitter tears. However, I have learned to accept that things would not always work the way I wanted them to be. There would always be tough times but I must face them with my head held high. Perhaps, next time I’d do better and I’d keep in mind that these experiences will help me be better.
            You might conclude that everything might all be well and rosy but life hasn't always been sweet to me. I have my own share of downsides, too. People tend to misunderstand me and judge me all for the wrong reasons. I would never understand how they see me and manipulate me for their own advantage. Yes, their actions have ultimately made me cry but I’ve learned to let go of the past and never hold on to any grudges against them. I’ve learned to smile and be friendly once more. I've learned to forgive and forget. It wasn’t simple. It was a painful journey to undertake but they have been a part of my past and I must learn to accept them as pieces of my history. These experiences have taught me to be more careful of the people I choose to trust. I may be wary at times but once I get to know a person better, I would be the best friend he or she could ever have.
            Upon meeting me, people say I’m bright and sunny. J They see me as a girl oozing with personality, someone they would want to be with when they are lonely or feeling down. I would not deny my happiness upon hearing such. I am glad that I am able to spread my positivity towards others. I love laughter, smiles, giggles—all those that make life worth living every day. Life, as they say, is a one-way journey and I believe we must always make the best out of it.
            I have never talked about my physical aspects in this essay. Well, I consider myself to be just okay. J I’m not the prettiest girl in the block but I know that there’s something worth noticing in me, too. J I always stand by the belief that everyone has his or her own beauty. It only takes time to figure it out. If you are persistently curious on how I look, try going over my photos but please do not let them define me. I love being in them but they only capture what is seen and never felt. J
            I could go on telling others about myself but I prefer to keep them in the dark. Besides, it is deemed best by most to get to know a person by not only reading all about him/her but by also engaging in activities that would help one see a person really is like. J Try talking with me some time. I’d always have room for some chitchat. ;) 

That First Major Analysis Paper :)

I figured to post this once more.  Here's my analysis for "Lilies of Yesterday" by Filipino author Lilia Pablo Amansec. :) It's a really good read plus it's short. Google it and give it some time. It's worth the trouble, I swear.

Here's to one sleepless night! Cheers! :)

Lilies of Yesterday: An Analysis
            Garnering second prize in the 1958 Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, this short story written by Lilia Pablo Amansec tells of a young girl who is blossoming out of adolescence and slowly budding to adulthood. It speaks about the protagonist’s idea of love, beauty and other matters growing teens bother to think about.
            It all starts one morning of the protagonist’s twelfth birthday. While still in bed, she already offers the readers a glimpse of her mind as she shares her idea of what love is. She would rather choose to be alone than let others see and know what she feels. The conflict begins when she goes down to the dining room where she sees Mercedes and Maria, her sister and aunt, respectively. The two kept on fussing over the way she looks and dresses. They convince her to start using make-up as she is already thirteen to which she immediately corrects, saying she has just turned a year younger than what they had said. She refuses to be turned ladylike and become like her two elder relatives. However, deep inside, she also wants to be like them. Hard though she might deny, she also dreams of using colors to make herself different and more desirable (“Someday, however, she would try it… so that another person, different, indifferent, but desirable, appeared in the mirror…” paragraph 12). She fantasizes of becoming like her teacher Miss Lopez as well. As she looked in her mirror, she didn’t see herself. Instead, she visualizes mentor but with a voice that is like her own. By this, she realizes that she could be herself but she could also be someone else she opts to be, too (“… I am myself, but I can be Miss Lopez who is not herself but another one…” paragraph 16). The readers will later learn how much adulthood poses to be such an interest for the protagonist. It is also interesting to note how she feels about being young. (“How sad it was to be young!” paragraph 19)  
            On the contrary, she is also afraid of being grown up. She can no longer play with her dolls which now only belong to a glass case (paragraph 19). She was horrified when she saw a pimple growing on her unperturbed complexion (“It was also a mournful discovery…” paragraph 24). Still, the protagonist cannot bring herself to talk about kissing and all things about love for she believes that they must be kept within each one’s own context (paragraph 34). Lily, our little protagonist, cannot even face Carlito, her classmate, alone as she sees him as a “handsome devil” (paragraph 45).
            The story then reaches its climax when she met with Lulu and her other playmates. They were discussing Lily’s party when suddenly they drifted their conversation to intimate stuff for adolescents like kissing and sex connoted by Lulu’s words in paragraph 34 (“Do you know, there’s a couple who board at our place, and my sister and I heard them one night. . .”) There is a connotation that Lily already knows something about this but she is ashamed of what she knows, too (“… for ah yes, she too was wise,” paragraph 39; ‘ “Yes,” she stammered, aware of her wisdom… her words stumbled brokenly, defensively’ paragraph 40)  She told them what she knew but afterwards, she quickly ran away back home where she placed herself in solitude. In her moments alone, she fell asleep and dreamt of chaos. This implies what she feels about growing up, too. There will be a lot of confusion even in falling in love as represented by Carlito. The dream also implied what she feels about love. She hates the idea of falling for someone but helplessly she yearns for it, too. (“As she looks at him hatred leaped and flamed in her eyes, but this soon gave way to hunger like a worm gnawing in the pit of her stomach…” paragraph 48) In addition to that, she calls on God for help in her dream which implies her religious nature.
            Upon waking up, she went to confession and talked about her dream to the priest. She served her penance by doing the Way of the Cross which was long. However, as she was at the end, a woman went near her and pointed out a red stain in her dress. This implies that she was having her menarche.             However, she denoted this as something sinful as she referred it in paragraph 57, “The sin! The blood of her tears!” This line was perhaps included in the story to revel in the fact that it is when we are already grown up we lose our innocence, thus, we are much prone to committing wrongdoing.  The story ended with her trying to suppress the pain of the reality that she is already growing up.
            The author has set her tale in Manila circa 1940s-50s, a time when American influence was profound in the society. Names like Carlito, Pinang and Maria indicate Filipino but Lily, Lulu and Mercedes imply something more American. It can also be noted that there were jeepneys in the area that serve as the main mode of transportation for commuters (paragraph 27). Mahjong was also mentioned. For all we know, they are very common in the Philippines. Finally, we can be sure that this is in Manila as Manila is cited in paragraph 30.
            The author uses the third person limited omniscient point of view (POV) as we, the readers, only know for sure the thoughts and feelings of the protagonist. However, there was a part in paragraph 19 where it deviates from this POV. Suddenly, it shifts to first person POV. This might be because the author wanted to emphasize the growth of the narrator. Here, the audience will feel that Lily is growing up though she might not want the change.
Our character, Lily, is a complex character as she is developed in the story with two sides: one who looks forward to growing up and the other as one who dreads it. Finally, she finally chooses the latter side as the story ends with her being “afraid of her own voice.” (paragraph 59) The title of the story, Lilies of Yesterday, pertains to her and her childhood which is now slowly passing. She has a wild imagination showed by her thoughts revealed to us by the narrator. She can also be considered as popular when we learn in paragraph 33 that a lot of children left their game just to praise Lily with her party. It can also be implied that she comes from a rich family for at that time only the rich can afford to have parties and be sent to a private girls’ school. Also, she often received dolls as gifts from her father who has gone to different countries. Not all girls from middle-class families can afford those, too. In addition to that, Lily struggles with an internal conflict as she faces adolescence, a stage wherein she finally bids goodbye to childhood and enters a new phase of life.
Mercedes and Maria represent the change Lily wanted to avoid. They were all grown up, used to wearing make-up and high heels and loved the attention from boys. They could be gossipy, too, as indicated in paragraph 24 (“… they were now animatedly discussing Madame Butterfly’s new hairdo… and Mr. Sneezer’s black mustache…”) Lulu, her playmate, was also what she was scared of becoming. Slowly, her playmate has accepted the change and has begun talking of things they, Lulu and her other friends, have never once talked of before. This made her afraid that she ran away from them. This also implies how much she wanted to run away from growing up.
The story revolves around the theme, “Change is inevitable.” Like Lily, we might dread having differences in our usual everyday life. We might not want to get out of what we are used to having but sooner or later, we have to face the reality that those things we are constantly avoiding are bound to happen. We could not just confine ourselves to our own comfort zones. Reality will strike us. Change will reach us. However fated change might seem to be, it doesn’t mean we would let it define us. 
Also, the story tackles ideas about love. The author connotes when she wrote “She could not know for sure, but this she was sure of: that people had a talent of loving her on her birthdays. As if age made her more lovable!” (paragraph 13) that love shouldn’t be timely. Love is also delicate and intimate, something we just do not talk about with others. It would be better to have your emotions by yourself that share it with someone else (“… she would cry, if it came to that, alone.” paragraph 2).
Beauty is something discussed in the course of the story as well. There was this standard of being called beautiful ever since then. The author wrote “… she would have liked to see a splash of vermillion on her cheeks like what she saw on the glowing gorgeous women walking about the streets in that slow graceful walk that hardly stirred the dust of the city but drew long whistles from the men…” Creating a facade was considered good. Being someone else was the thing you opt for if you want society to see your beauty. It’s just like saying that it is natural for all of us to wear masks.

Finally, I can say that this story is a great read. It is definitely one of the best short Filipino stories there is. Truly, we must be proud of such authors who spun eternal tales albeit forgotten by today’s generation. They are indeed sources of inspiration and morals that we would be able to live through with in our lifetime.


Oh hey.

I was the one posting under the same title under the link However, when I checked it just a while ago, I found out that my blog was deleted.




Well, although I just had 6 posts there (hey, newbie here. :D), it felt like my virtual world was already crashing down.(I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOO! GOOGLE, WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME??? T.T" ) I TRIED SO HARD TO REVITALIZE IT. Believe me. I really did to no avail. :(((  My heart went <////////3.


I cannot go long without writing so here I am once more, creating a new blog, hoping it would be a better experience for me.

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