Sunday, May 14, 2017

WHY?






Haven't asked that question to myself for a long time. Instead of wracking my brains 

to all the possible answers to that most hard one word question, 

my immediate resort: Everything happens for a reason.

Why do I have to go through this?

Why am I the way I am?

Why can't I be better?

Why am I here?


Instead of honest answers to these questions to myself, alibis will be created.

The truth is hard to admit. The painful truth will haunt even in broad daylight. 

Ok, this doesn't make sense. 

Why?

Everything happens for a reason?

You can make things happen. You can't just let everything blame to fate.

For the things you can control, make do. For things you can't, let it be.





Saturday, March 4, 2017

Ramblings: Snob Outside, Shy Inside




I think I have the RBF, resting b**** face so they say. Well whatever is showing outside, truth is I'm

 dying inside if I catch someone stare at me, I don't need the attention. Makes me wonder what is 

wrong with my face. Then I would think, yeah right my whole face is wrong. (Or sometimes maybe 

my lipstick is causing the attention). I hate small talk, noisy and crowded places. I hate seeing 

familiar faces in a public place, I'm just too awkward, I cringe catching up with friends and relatives I 
haven't seen in a long time. But somehow I'm not the type to just stay at home for days, I'd love to go 

outside but with very minimal human interaction if possible. If I go somewhere, like in a mall; I don't 

look at people. I walk out there as if I'm the only person. An intovert type perhaps but just partly. I've 

come across the term introvert before but never really thought much about it. I was labeled as shy by

 teachers and my parents in a negative way and it was something that made my self-esteem even

 lower. People who don't know me calls me snob.  Felt misunderstood, I still tried to be social but I 

always ended up getting hurt emotionally. I've felt embarrassed too many times. My parents tried too 

hard for me to make friends with cousins but it was the more I distanced myself from them. So I

 thought to myself why bother keeping up with what is considered normal in society when it is not 

being my normal self? Through the years I've only kept very few close friends. Usually those that I've 
been with for a long time, who I can say may have understood me. Elementary, High School and 

College classmates. But keeping in touch with them is not my forte either. After drifting away from 

them for many years, I don't get the courage to reach out to them. It's either that I'm shy or that I just 

felt too little compared to them. A lot of things has been happening in their lives that I felt that 

nothing has been happening to mine. Feeling stuck in my own rut.