Uniqueness

Uniqueness.
It means “being without alike” or “being the only one”.

We are all unique in our own simple way. We were born different from each other.

We are all unique like a flower that blooms when the sun strikes to the east. We, humans are molded differently from one another.

We are born with different identities and different personalities. We may have some characteristics same with other person or being but there should also be some differences.

Others think that they can be the same as the person they admire or idolize but we can’t be totally the same as the others because God created us uniquely.
Originality shows ones uniqueness. It insists upon yourself and be original. We weren’t born to fit in instead we were born to stand out among others. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.

Because we are unique, nevertheless the circumstances we must be loved for who we really are not for what we are.

We see stars; we see life’s creation as the most mystical, most wonderful and most amazing things on earth, for it is as well to man. Each and everyone has its own -genre. There is a person whose desires to live and enjoy the every second of his own existence.

Every one of us is born with pure uniqueness by heart and soul. The way we see the world is akin to its natural nourishments to mankind. That’s why God gave us the blessing of being “distinctiveness”, our own identity to live throughout the alpha and zenith of life.

In life’s dexterity, we are destined to accept each other’s race, color and very own identity. For we are who we are. We plan our own path, we follow our own direction. We can be unique in our very own style and drift.

“Cuts and Pieces”

The play “Cuts and Pieces” was so fascinating. It was a beautiful play that enlivens our lives. I was so amazed while watching it. It made me wonder what preparations did the performers do to end up with a wonderful play. They really gave their attention to it and they did their very best to make it successful. Their performances were so gorgeous, and the people yelled for their striking moves during the play. They are really good dancers and thus the audience gave them a big round of applause. My most awaited part was the contemporary and hip-hop dance. I do love watching that part but the whole play was really pretty. I find it very amusing and I really enjoyed it especially when I saw our teachers dance. Filipinos are very talented persons and we should be proud of it for we are gifted with different talents. Dancing is one; through dancing we can help other people and through it we can inspire a lot of people. Let us dance and show the world that by dancing we can be united.

love

Love is undefined yet so romantic.

Love is blind.

Love is a four letter word that is indeterminate.

Love is kind.

Love is patient.

Love for others is just a stupid illusion.

Love isn’t a “once upon a time” story.

Loving is fun.

Love can wait.

Love has its own time.

It will come at the right time.

Love has an everlasting story.

Loving someone deeply is the reason of our heartaches yet still the reason why our heart beats faster.

When loving someone we should follow our heart but also with the decision of our mind.

Love can’t be described yet it must be felt.

sisters =)

I thought I didn’t have a sister but I really had one. A true and caring sister.

During our Christmas vacation in Bicol we had a long talk with our aunts and uncles and it was the time I understood why those things happened to me and my sister. Now I really understand why things happened that way when they explained to us especially to me why we are so far apart and why I felt so alone those past years.

When we were kids and so innocent I don’t know what is happening to our family, what problems we encounter yet my sister does, in fact she is affected with it knowing those things. They said that she got sick because of stress; she’s carrying scrambled thoughts inside her. My sister is the type of girl that doesn’t want to tell others what is happening when she knows that it will give a bad effect to their life, she wants to keep it in herself.

Once I thought that she doesn’t love me and won’t ever love me but I was wrong. She really does love me and care for me. She wants to protect me and she doesn’t want me to feel the pain and hurts she had encounter when she was young.

Since I was a kid I wanted her to be my bestfriend, the one I’m sharing my secrets and thoughts. We tease each other, talk about cute guys, and giving thoughts and advice. And I guess my dream is slowly coming true.

We now realized that we don’t have anything else but only the two of us. And as what our titos and titas have said “mawala na ang lahat pero ang magkapatid ay laging natitira.”

Blessed to have a Stranger

There was a time

When my days were dark

I had so many problems

And I can't see any spark

Inside my room

I was crying so hard

Then all of a sudden

Someone came forward

He has a pleasant smile

And a hair of long length

And when he touched my hand

I have gained inner strength

He asked me the reason

Behind the sad look in my eyes

Then with great confidence

I told him everything without lies

Never had I imagined

That this stranger is so wise

He never had second thoughts

To give me a sound advice

From then on I noticed

That my life was enlighted

Because of this loyal friend

My life was redirected

As we became very close

Our friendship strengthened

Together we form a bond

That fortunately lengthened

But now that I'm revitalized

To heavaen He will now rise,

This omniscient friend of mine

Is no other than Jesus Christ.

sis? =(

I have a sister but I never felt I had one. In fact she has a “manghod” which she really loves and it’s like she’s the real sister of her. She cares for her manghod a lot, she can even say the words I LOVE YOU to her manghod but not to me, even a hug or holding my hand when praying, she can never do it. Sometimes jealousy arouse in me, but who I am to be jealous, I’m just her real sister whom she doesn’t care about. Others noticed their closeness and someone asked my sister if I’m jealous about it and she answered “wala man lang na sa iya ah.” But did she ask me if I’m jealous? Is she the one who feels the pain of being jealous with that person she loves more than anyone in this world? She’s not the one who feels such thing. Ni hindi niya nga ako mapahiram ng ibang gamit niya ngunit ang iba napapahiram niya. Mas masasabi pa nga na mas pinapahalagahan niya pa ang ibang tao kaysa sa tunay niyang kapatid. Sometimes I think of myself being a KSP (kulang sa pansin) coz I’m looking for someone who I can call my sister, a sister who loves me and cares for me,  a sister whom I can share my secrets and who can lend me an ear when I need someone to listen with what I am feeling. Were sisters but I don’t feel anything. Every time we fight for small things I think I’m always the looser because I cry, and sometimes I can’t speak back to her for some reasons. Maybe she’s elder than me and she has an advantage on that but she’s not always right.  I’m the big looser I guess but I’m going to be strong right now and I will speak for myself if I am right.