These tweets were all writings. So instead of re-rewriting them, here you go:
God NEVER makes mistakes. Even this little soul He introduced to our family was herself mesmerized by music.
Cara. It’s her name.
She’s immersed with soft notes and calming waters dripping, sweetly, into the woods.
I’ll play a song for you, Cara.
I am irritated by slippery slopes. People, unaware of one, pose these queries: “Where do you work?”, “What are you studying?”, “How much are you earning?”, “Where did you go today?”, or “When are you getting married?”
More appropriately, the questions:
- “Where do you work?” must be “Do you work?” because the person you’re asking might, still, be a student or he’s unemployed because he has just graduated or he’s into that gap period of his life.
- “What are you studying?” should be “Do you study?” because he might not be studying or, again, he finished schooling, already.
- “How much are you earning?” to “Do you work?” because like the first number, you might be talking to an unemployed person or a student.
- “Where did you go today?” to “Did you go out today?” because it’s obvious – because he might be staying at home all day.
- “When are you getting married?” to “Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?”. Hello?! Asking for one’s future spouse is, also, mean because the person might be single by choice or single by vocation.
“Be polite/courteous at all times.” My younger self never imagined this would be essential for everyday living. As I got older, I knew this badge of courtesy must be worn at all times apart from being hanged in every wall of homerooms back in my elementary days.
So what is a slippery slope? Plain and simple: Asking another question to a question that has not been asked, i.e. “How did you install the doorknob (without even asking if the person installed it or not)” or “So you think you can steal my spouse?” which sounds more as an accusation in the form of a question. I repeat, when you ask these questions, you are skipping a step-by-step procedure. Sadly, you end up sounding arrogant. Yes, you do. You offend the person, intentionally or unintentionally (anyway, unintentional harm is not an excuse because one must be prudent at all times). “Manners maketh man.” Slippery slope, as a fallacy, then, makes it illogical. If you want to sound smart, at the same time, courteous, do not resort to slippery slopes. If you do not use slippery slopes, you don’t utilize fallacies, also. Ergo, if you’re not fallacious, you could be logical. A logical person. How cool is that?
The thing is, we are accountable to every word we say. What we say and how we say it reflects the person we are and even our upbringing. I slip into slippery slopes fourteen times a week, more or less, depending on the number of interactions I have with people. And, honestly, it’s offensive to me, frugal for the person who asks, and annoying to other listeners.
I know this may sound petty, but sometimes, the pettiest things, really, matter. If you’re offended by the random person who asked you, “Do you drink your coffee hot or cold” before asking if you drink coffee or not, well, I am offended by those who ask me, “How lovely are you?” without even confirming if I’m lovely or not. LOL!
Here’s my advice: Are you trying to win a person? Be sensitive and prudent. The way you speak is the way you present yourself to the world. And I’ve got to tell you, a well-spoken man/woman is more pleasing than a brawn/beautiful, but rude man/woman. You’re welcome! *pun intended*
Let’s be honest. I didn’t have the intent to blog these days. Today was an exception and I didn’t even think twice of doing it. So, please consider this as my medium of voicing out my inner thoughts and feelings.
Hello there! I, always, thought Mondays are full of plans to be executed. The buzz and clutter of stuffs, the aroma of brewed coffee, the sudden urge to walk doubly fast, and the thought of acing anything keep Mondays alive.
That was before. Yes, that was before. In fact, I began to accept that every day is a Monday for me months ago.
Now, I kind of miss the feeling of Mondays. There are no more crisp pages to hold, no more mandatory coffee and breakfast at 6:30 in the morning, no more baths afterwards, and no more same things for the same time. All I have these days are planned uncertainties, organized miniature of chaos, and frequent wishes of social interaction.
Consider me as a busy bee for six consecutive months. During the last month of it, I was, totally, drained, so I took off for a month. The next months forced me to continue living the same way I did but something inside me wanted to try the things I hadn’t done before or to finish my activities half-baked. In the end, I chose the latter. I tried to compensate for my losses and did, exactly, what I would have done were it not for Law schooling.
Until I found something, completely, different from what I used to do before. This was even contrary to the kind of person I am. I was forced to be an actress, instantly, and in the cheapest way possible. No, in the hardest way possible because it’s the sort of thing I couldn’t imagine doing. I am putting it this way ’cause I want to keep it as a riddle that no one can answer. And, this role come close to being a “world-changer”. To their point of view, it is, but as to me, I see the monotony of it. I can’t see myself flourishing there.
The thing is, I gave so much to ace this. I invested my whole time for more than a month, spent few couple pennies to meet the criteria, shed some sacrifices, and continued to shed everything at once. Well, these are the things that make me stay, notwithstanding, the truth that I don’t, really, see myself pursuing this path. At least, I have to make the most for the return of our investments. But my heart begs me to listen to her and fight for what I, really, want…to traverse through the journey I was on before. Every stage I passed must be a success to me, as it is what it was supposed to be, but this world’s definition of success penetrates deep to me like a wound.
I guess, no success in this world can ever make someone happy if this success is not the person’s own definition. That way, he is living to consume, not consuming to live.
So, going back to Mondays, my every day was a complete challenge to live up to the changes I was suffered to do. Yes, all of them hit me bull’s eye! I supposed one day would come that I have to re-live my usual Mondays.
For now, these are the things I need to do. It takes a lot of courage and perseverance to be the person I am today, but, at least, I am breathing onto the next Mondays that will, absolutely, change me in the most amazing ways. ❤
If you’ve read my previous post, you’d keep cool about my being in Japan and would not ask if I was, really, in Tokyo, Japan. 🤪✌🏻
From the array of arrangements for each office to fit into a global celebration of Yuletide season, this one mesmerized me! Who would need a passport and VISA to travel to the Land of the Rising Sun?
Paskuan ed Kapitolyo and the vast display of lights and decorations will remain until after the new year, that’s for sure.
So before anyone asks me, again, if I am in Japan, well, just tell them to go and visit this blog post. 💐
Happy year-end, avid readers! I wish you all a prosperous and blessed 2019! 🎉🎊
Can I excuse myself for saying it here, now?
Ladies and gentlemen, SAMANTHA CRISOSTOMO DE GUZMAN, 23, GRADUATE OF BACHELOR OF LAWS [and Bachelor of Arts in Political Science]. 👩🏻🎓
Due to the recent Legal Education Board resolution last early January, all Ll.B (Bachelor of Laws) holders are now considered as J.Ds. (JURIS DOCTORS). So, we can now call ourselves “doctors”, too. 😝🤪✌🏻
I need not expound all my thoughts for words are not enough. But thank You to my Guiding Light, my family members, my friends, and my classmates and my teachers.
As promised, please wait for more updates from me.
Lately, I’ve been posting my faces here ’cause it’s symbolic for me. In every mood or circumstance, there’s one part of you that can’t hide the whole: face.
Whether you can strike a poker’s or the face of a theater artist, it doesn’t change anything. You are, still, you.
Now, this is the face of someone who’s about to pass through a narrow hole to see the intricacy of summer falls. Finesse. Just like that.
By the way, pardon me for the “uncombed” hair. I like it just like that. Yeah, just like that.