A SELFIE A DAY KEEPS ALL THE INSECURITIES AWAY!! 

The smartest thing a woman can ever learn is to 

NEVER NEED A MAN!" 

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I may not be pretty to everyone who sees me but I know I’m beautiful in so many ways. I don’t have 36, 24, 36 body measurement but I have brainpower, stand and ambition in life. I may not have that clear smooth, rosy, baby-soft, flawless kind of skin but what matters most is my beauty beyond skin deep. I have scars but never will I become ashamed of it for each has story to tell.

I love humor, I love fun, I love GIRLS, and I’m kind and gentle but can be extremely impatient. My friends have never seen me SO angry, though. so it’s more like I keep my opinions in my head (sometimes) but have the tendency to be straight forward (more often than not). I use sarcasm of highest forms when I need to defend a friend or myself. I have mood swings (faster that you can think). Whatever I say today may not hold true tomorrow but what I used to act will always be true. I talk to myself so much that I could be crazy. I love people. I love crowd. I love cracking jokes for a very good laugh. I always try to make people (who are with me) laugh or just smile. I don’t choose friend as long as they’re true.

I always get worried or tense over matters but could easily find solutions and calm down. I normally share my problems but rarely my LOVE PROBLEMS. As much as possible, I keep them to myself but when people insist, I can tell. Depending on who am I talking to. There are a lot of things that even my closest/best friend knows nothing about. There are things that needed not to be exposed and the person who will know about it (in time) should be very lucky for he/she wins my ultimate trust. I know I’m kinda hard to understand but the hell I care?? As long as I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not everything is always under control.

I love girls. I love being around with pretty girls. Smart, fun, nice, kind, sweet, easy-going kind of girls. I hate when girls play mind games. Like showing their affection and turns the other way when reciprocated. That is why I have the tendency to over analyze things. I court girls like a pro. I always try to give what I can give and even spend beyond means (sometimes when not in “tight money policy”) Courted a couple of girl friends. Sky-high MUs. Many FWB. Few friend zoned. All ended up to a heart breaking event. I guess dear heart needs rest. It calls for a lie-low. Enough with suffocating thoughts from over analyzing things. Just breathe in breathe out everday. Enjoy every minute of my life. And go with the flow.

People might hate me for what I have done, what I am doing, and what I’m about to do, for who I was, who I am becoming and and who I am now. Oh well, everything changes constantly. I’m not perfect.

BLACK IS FEAR

The colour when we close our eyes is like the hour of Halloween, when Dracula, devils and batman can be seen, funerals, haunting and murder too. Beware! Something might happen to me while rocking on my chair. Haunted houses in this stormy night, nasty ghost that gives me horrible frights; evil pirates, wicked witches, poisonous spiders that causes awful itches and mysterious happenings, illusions don’t quit playing in my mind. I heard the twang of guitar echoing in my head, sounds like murderous screams never to be heard again. The night when I’m all alone, seeing the pavement as bare feet hit the road where there is uncertainty. It feels like it’s just any day of the year but instead, it feels like my last day, like a cavity slowly decaying. Haunted by a deepening gloom like the heart of my cheating lover, giver of lies, taker of trust and the ash of destruction is screeching my life to a halt. Now, the sky is black as ink when thunder clapped angrily in the distance, the evil tree’s swaying with the strong wind, the window panes were talking as the wind blew through them, the door protested as it closed quickly and heavy rain started to patter on the roof. Time flew and I thought everything’s true, before I knew that my illusions is just deceiving my senses again.

HOW THE CHRISTMAS TREE SHONE GLOOMY

By: Arcylie R. Acabado

Ever and ever so long ago, when it was once upon a time. . .

It was before Christmas and the tree was all trimmed with pop-corn and silver nuts and pretty glass balls and little wooden toys, and stood safely out of sight in a room where the doors were locked, so that the children should not see it before it was time.

But ever so many other little house-people had seen it. The big black pussycat saw it with her great green eyes; the little gray kitty saw it with her little blue eyes, the kind house dog saw it with his steady brown eyes; the parrot saw it with his wise, bright eyes. Even the wee, wee mice that were so afraid of the cat had peeped one peek when no one was by.

But there was someone who hadn’t seen the Christmas tree. It was the upcoming baby of the family, my expected cousin!

Just two weeks before the Christmas, a great cleaning-up began in the house. My mother and the rest of my aunt came sweeping and dusting and wiping and scrubbing, to make everything grand and clean for the Christ-child’s birthday. Broom went into all the corners when suddenly my aunt came shouting from the other corner of the house, “hoo.hoo. mugawas na guro xa!” (woooh.. he’s going out!) Then, everybody stopped everything they’re doing and immediately helped my aunt out then rushed through the hospital.

After giving birth, the baby boy was in a large intensive care room with many other sick infants. His father stood next to a plastic box where the baby lies with a respirator, the monitors and tubes connected to the baby’s little body. He held his son’s tiny hand, feeling his thumb and four fingers believing that the baby would be coming home soon even there were many times hearing the unsound words from doctors that he has a few days left to live.

Watching over my uncle and feeling the pain of a very ill baby disrupted my emotion. For some, faith is just another word but I and the rest of the family just kept on praying for our little baby boy. And God just granted our prayers, the doctor were now saying that the baby would be going home tomorrow. We were very happy for the good news so I went home and told everyone that the baby is coming home. Everybody were fixing the house while I was looking at the Christmas tree thinking that if the baby would see it, he would be very happy because of its bright lights and other features.

The day before Christmas, while everybody’s waiting for them to arrived. My other aunt received a call from the father’s baby saying that the baby had no signs of life, no heartbeat, no blood pressure and that he was not breathing.

Tears ran down my face while fixing the Christmas tree with the thought that our little baby boy won’t come home for Christmas and will never get the chance to see the beautiful bright tree which suddenly turned out  with a strange sight, like it was covered with dreariness from its trunk to its tip.