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The world, The wonder

Beneath my Feet's View by BananaChipsLoveStory's N It never ceases to amaze me what the layers of this world holds, deeper beauty lies behind every crack in the pavement. Below the murmur of a crowd, a symphony. A smile from an elderly woman at the bus stop is more than mismatched teeth and wrinkled skin, it is more beautiful than the Mona Lisa herself (Perhaps that is why she grins so knowingly?) All we have to do is Stop. Close our eyes and our preconceptions of the mundane mask of our surrounds, listen to the laugh. To the chirp. To the wind as it teases the branches of a tree that has seen more than any of us care to have noticed. The way the light plays against a discarded tin can as it rolls down the gutter has more elegance than the brightest rainbow, these arcs of mist-bent light are far too showy and arrogant. The tin can’s glitter is fragile and fleeting, better to witness it’s rarity and marvel at the man made dancing with nature Behold the...

My Shadows

“I have two shadows, and one of them is my companion. It follows me to remind me that I walk in the light. Then there is the other, that lies next to me at night. It likes whispering in my ear, stirring my insecurities, tainting my dreams. It is there to remind me that I sleep in darkness.” BananaXthecollectiveXthanksFrenzFriesXperfectPlatitude
Living alone. When you live alone long enough, alone is no longer synonymous with lonely. After a while, you fill up a space. With your voice. With your scent. With your music. With your stuff. With everything you thought you own <and im for sure it could fit into a box>. You learn to sleep like a troubled wire, or spooning your books and your laptop.You have no qualms about drip drying your bras over the shower rod or drinking the entire pot of coffee in the middle of the night.You stop cooking for one and just cook whatever or whenever you want. Or you don’t. Sometimes you eat peanut butter out of the jar and drink orange juice from the bottle, and call it dinner. Some Saturday mornings, you’ll wake up early in the morning and sleep again <just because you can> and read six chapters in a book before even brushing your teeth. You’ll leave your shoes at the front door, your hair in the bathroom sink, and a weeks worth of mail on the kitchen counter and no one will giv...

2014: Out with the old, in with the new.

  2013 has been a good year for me, with the year that was, I experienced a lot of hurdles and downfalls, from failing to standing up, from the rocky stage of every girl’s relationship to falling out of love with my passion, my work…and now that I’m looking back at what happened in my life, I am more than thankful for all the blessings and the problems that I have encountered, 2013 wasn’t as bad as it looks like for me, 2013, was the year I failed exams, but passed a ones in a lifetime opportunity of entering graduate school, that year also taught me to live and love myself more, to embrace who I am, what I look like, and what people perceived me to be… 2013 was definitely a roller coaster ride, a chaos of rainbows that made things fell in its right places and wake up in its proper timing, it also made me experienced a lot of untold realities of life, of letting people go and of meeting new souls that definitely made me a better person. Now that the year has already concluded...

Of animals and loubotins: being stereotyped in the workplace

Stereotyping Stereotyping is when you judge a group of people who are different from you based on your own and/or others opinions and/or encounters. Have you ever experienced being stereotyped? Or just that same exact feeling when you felt that a separatist queen bee have gone all cuckoo and decided to categorized you by colors? yeah, that's how i felt... After a long long day at the jungle i call my "workplace", i've experienced the worst kind of stereotyping i've ever had in my whole life...and damn, i felt like shit... not just an ordinary kind of hateful ordure but the worst kind of filth that can burn the whole humanity kind. MY EXPERIENCE In our jungle's assembly, the whole kingdom of animals (us) were asked to attend the induction of new animalistic rules by kind (department), water animals, land based animals and airborne animals attended the gathering...and to my surprise and dismay, upon walking in into the assembly place, "we...

I Miss You: spoken poetry

Have you ever asked if by this same moment you are in right now, if someone misses u? If someone also looks at the same stars and stairs blankly at  the horizons thinking about you? Coz i am. It pains me everytime i think about it, for i only think of one person. And that is you.  I miss him. I miss you. I think about how our moments were accidentally written by fate for us, how every heartbeat sounds like the sounds of your voice calling my name. I miss how your elongated fingers are entwined as if it was written in the stars that your fingers belonged to Mine. I miss you. I miss our memories, our moments. That it was as if every second was meant to be whispered unto my soul. Did i ever told u that i love your eyes? For your eyes are like strainers of my hearts pain, that whenever those same eyes are caught beneath the sun's rays, it was really meant to look at mine. I miss you. But most importantly all i ever wanted to say is that I love you.  For there are only i miss ...

Lying to be Perfect

We are all Cinderella no matter what size, within each one of us there is unique beauty and grace. Finding that beauty, however, isn't easy. See, Cinderella had to first recognize that the problem wasn't her evil step mother. The problem was that it was easier to hide out cleaning the house than to go out and find happiness. She needed a fairy-godmother to empower her with the kind of self-confidence it takes to reject the insecurity brought on by unrealistic, over cheating, air brush, anorexic princess images in the media.  - Nola (Lying to be Perfect) Here I am, wrapped fabulously in my black aero shirt and skimpy leggings staring at my figure in a full mirror at my pad, yeah I guess this isn’t the best I could pull off from my disaster of a closet, but moreover the real reason I am blogging right now is that because I came into a conclusion in my life… and believe me when I tell you that this is a big thing for me. After watching the Cinderella Pact starring ...