A Rain Just Passed

ALL IS WELL NOW — The rain cooled the atmosphere, it was a great help to many. But my bed was partly wet; I need to curl myself up and sleep on the right side of it.

The internet cable was soaked with rainwater…I have to find a new paper bag to suit them.

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The clock  is still perfectly working, despite the heavy rain.

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My books are safe in their place. Thank you, Lord, my notebook wasn’t ruined because it has a thick celluloid cover. Yet, below that notebook, the router box has been damped with water side by side.

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Other than that, I am, still, not yet pissed. There’s no point of getting mad at this very moment. Holy Week, it is. What is easier than being soaked up with plenty of good things in your mind?

All I need to do is wipe them with dry cloth before everything else get cleared out, then I’ll not be sorry for doing so.

Oh, and one good thing. Blessed Virgin Mary and Jesus’ crucifix haven’t been sprinkled with just a single drop of rainfall. 

To make everything clear, these things I mentioned were located on the left side of my bed, just below my windowpane. A few hours ago, my mom and I had an agreement of going out. Right before the rain pours, I did go out from our house and I spent the early evening in my cousin’s house. And before I got a close grip to see my  open-from-a-heavy-rain-windows, I already saw droplets of water nearby, that was why I placidly ran to get a clean mop and a piece of cloth to dry everything.

LESSONS LEARNED: Do not forget to close all the open windows before you go out, esp. when you know that IT WILL RAIN…a heavy and cooling rain, it even cools your even-tempered mind.

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

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One More Step To Summer

I’ve been hanging around to load some pictures and to find something to blog. School’s out, vacation’s in! But one thing that is provoking me to extract my thoughts and to post thousand or millions of photos I had is that, I missed half the fun!

Who wants to read a late blog post, anyway? 

Other than that, I am building castles in the air...if I am going to make this blog appealing the way I did in my previous posts (Oh, did I?), who wouldn’t dare to read my upcoming posts, again, no matter how late that event might seem?

Spell it = S.A.M.T.H.I.N.G.E.X.T.R.A.O.R.D.I.N.A.R.Y.

If that’s the case, let me show you the least photo I found in the latter.

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Do not take that note, literally, oh you, dear! Since it’s summer, I’m pursuing to post whereabouts of Heat. (And by the way, that is a page of my Physics notebook way back in High School. So lucky of me, I still have it locked inside my bookshelf.)

So, how’s your well running? As for my case, I drank almost a quarter of water to fill my cotton-mouth body. 

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You know, I am getting used to drink more not just because of the oxymoron: “freezing heat” of summer. (Technically, yes, because it’s sort of cold in the evening. Agree with me, please.) I drink a lot of water for the 74th Hunger Games survival! Kekeke. Isn’t water the very source of life?

Years ago, lessons in school remind me that you can survive 40 days without food, but you cannot live 4 days without WATER.

So…are you in for the one step before summer? Drink a lot of water, first. Before heading to the beach, to the sports club, or even most to the arena (Hunger Games) and play for keeps with death, it would be essential to have the H20 supply.

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That is all and I hope you enjoy your summer, everyone! Make it a “Summer Unlike Any Other.” For now, let us spread this One More Step to Summer before we move on to the beach.

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

BLACK Valentine’s Day On Board!

White walls, white ceilings, white floors, white tables and white chairs…even this paper is white! My pen is black, too. I find this day repetitive, yet, sort of mysterious. Because first of all, I am SINGLE (no trouble about that!) so I don’t have a partner to go with me and spend “fancy things,” afterwards. In fact, I haven’t tried that, not even once in my life!

To get to the other side, I know singles, also, do have fun on a Valentine’s Day. It’s just I, who has enmity about it. I am bored to death!

Like for example, all of my friends are going out to celebrate the day while here I am alone, technically, in the library, doing some sort of facile stuffs. I am looking for something to do, to cut it short. Man, I cannot find a comme il faut one, aside from scanning or brushing up these documents I’ve read for more than quite a while.

Supposedly, Valentine’s Day is not only for couples or partners in love. We celebrate it, accordingly, because of the feast of St. Valentine. So, I don’t get much contemplation whether or not I have someone or some things now. What’s au fait about that?

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I am happy to be with myself and I love my family and friends! Oh, wait. I need to answer a survey…

It is a media survey and well, they are surprised to spot me here (the only Liberal Arts student in the library who seems to be alone and busy.) Ha-Ha. If only they know what I am doing – I am looking for something to do before the clock ticks at 2:30PM for my last class.

Let us go back to my previous thoughts. Students are dressed in BLACK. I won’t be surprised to see that black is dominating the atmosphere now, instead of RED. Really, people’s visions change. We go for the fads and crazes in our society.

Why do most people wear black? What do black symbolizes? 

In a general sense, black is DEATH. But there are other psychological meanings out there. BLACK is not really a color; it is a polarity, the absence of light. And to think that today is Valentine’s Day and you are wearing black must be very intriguing. That is why I am shy to the very core! You know, people might not directly ask you or look you with that eerie face, the big question  is there.

As for my case, I want to go straight to the point. I am wearing a black femme tee today because it’s my tradition. Last year, I did wear black at Valentine’s, too. Intentionally, I am wearing it for my own benefit. But now, I am getting ashamed of myself for wearing black today. My friends are interrogating me! Aww.

Man, I’m gonna make a bet. There are about 8 students inside the library. On regular days, students vacate the whole or half of the place. But now is a very different case. What’s up, eh? It’s Valentine’s! What do you think of me, thinking of you?

Ha! I bet, 70% of the students here are SINGLE! (Including me, of course!) Do not question my probability case. LOL

That photo above is our deparment’s board for post-its! You can post notes, varying upon the sizes of paper hearts you can buy inside the dean’s office, I think. Aren’t they lovely?

Since I am starving already and I want to eat my heart out, lemme call Ate Glaizah, who is my co-debater. I don’t have my classmates with me so it would be a great call to be with her and spend the rest of the Valentine afternoon to talk about the near debate competition…

“Special Pancit Palabok” from Chicboy. Mmmmm…it doesn’t just look yummy in the eye ’cause it will melt in your tongue. (Jokes. It’s not an ice cream. Ha-Ha.)

And before the night ends, I am so blessed because I get to find my missing book for two weeks:

All right. Because it’s a Valentine night now, here’s a poem I would like you all readers to have:

Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
 
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
(No, you’re thinking wrong. I typed the poem, really. I am having a hard time copying it from the Internet because of the different font style and I can’t find the default setting here.)
So, there! Happy Valentine’s Day, again, everyone! Enjoy!

A Conversation with a Brute

(Note: This was written due pressure. Please excuse me for my freedom of expression. Thank you!)

There’s a Filipino saying, “Kapag binato ka ng bato, batuhin mo ng tinapay.” (In English, when someone throws you a stone, throw him back a bread!)

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You, being addressed by a stranger with “Hey” in an assaulting and scowling tone because of falling in line and people’s staring at you like you’re a dead meat…sucks! I still can’t forget that woman who talked to me rudely in her foul English.

Anyway, I managed to maintain my composure despite her unruly behavior and I said “SORRY” for her own humiliation.

My mood was rushing up heavenly after we watched SEGUNDA MANO (An official entry to the 2011 Metro Manila Film Festival) at CSI, the City Mall. The plot, the characters and the mood…everything was perfect! Then I came running down the cinema theater to go to the comfort room. First, it’s the theater’s own cubicles that you see when you go out. When I learned that there weren’t spaces available and the line was reaching up to hell, my granny, my sister and I looked for our another course to get rid of the eerie feeling…

The second best we saw was the Comfort Room beside a shoe shop. I was the first one who entered it, with my granny and my sister following in the near vicinity. Without looking up, I was in awe that time, tweeting “Marry You by Bruno Mars is being played. Continuous bliss is following me, really.”

There were four cubicles inside, one had a long line falling down the lane. I stepped forward, tried to look for the mirror and shortly fall line to the next cubicle that had lesser ones fronting in.

In a sudden shock, I was boggled by this middle-aged woman, who is a foreigner, I thought. She’s corpulent and short, wearing a white tee and gray shorts, if I’m not mistaken. Her hair was coiffed in a loose ponytail with the scariest glare on her face that I’ve never seen in my whole life!

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“Hey, are you going to fall in line?” She asked with a full force and her sharp voice echoed around the room. It sounded more like she was shouting. Was she talking to me? Then it came to my surprise when I looked up. Man, she really was!

I thought to myself that this woman is rude. “Yes, I am,” I answered in a state of composed tone but a bit alarmed with my face showing an assured expression.

Unsure if I would continue the conversation or not, my eyes bore a straight look into this tigress. “I thought the line here was separated from there,” pertaining to where I was standing in front of a cubicle that was quite distant from her.

Her bloodcurdling expressions caught-me-off-guard. Really, I didn’t expect this to happen before I enter that room. I was walking past with a ceased delight when “Marry You” by Bruno Mars was being played and after a few steps, bang! I felt like I was trapped in a haunted place. Little did I know, the bliss that I was experiencing will be ruined by this somewhat fat woman who’s got a big problem with her tantrums.

“Well, the line’s on the back…” Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Believe me. But because of the panic going through inside my mind, the badoom-badoom sound of my heartbeat, the adrenaline rush and the shaky feeling, my ears were blocked from hearing her blabber some kind of lousy statements. I didn’t understand what she was saying and I didn’t even demand to see what people’s reaction towards the conflict around the room. Seems like I care, you know?

But my exasperated ego was still working. She may be a slut but I tried to think of this situation as a struggle for the first two days of the year 2012. Besides, she’s not worth my temper and I would not lower myself for that situation…for her…for her lack of good manners…for her brutality. I don’t want to act around like a lost bull released for a circus show for people to watch over and give a bet.

“Sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to be, uh, here…” In a stammering voice, I applauded inside my head. The thought of answering this psycho respectfully, despite her imprudent speech, amazed me. Thanks to the lessons I learned from school. I bet this woman is rich but she can’t buy a good moral character.

To cool the desert-hot situation, my sister called me and with a warning look don’t-mess-up-with-this-bitch-granny-is-waiting-for-us, my feet winced; having that sense of leaving that comfort room, quickly. I was walking past the ladies slowly, and like I said, I didn’t notice who they were with all that feelings accelerating inside me.

Soon as I go out, half-step away out of the door, I articulated these words, loud enough for her to hear: “Hold your temper, please?” I moved along with a disgusted look on my face, my hands were clenched into hard fists.

That woman assumes to much. If she’s thinking that she can mess up with me, pronouncing her English proudly so that the people watching her will find her demonstrative and win her side, she’s a hundred percent wrong. It’s a win-win situation, actually, but it’s just that she’s stepping above the limit line! If she’s thinking that no one can answer her straight in English, as communicative as what I did lately, underestimating Filipinos’ abilities to speak proficiently, she’s a thousand percent wrong! If she’s thinking that I’m just a low-lying creature who would let her step into my dignity that easily and sheepishly, who would scold at me in front of many people like I was a deaf, dumbfounded person and who would maneuver herself in front of many people to prove that she was above all of us…she’s more than a million percent wrong! Who is she, by the way? I don’t know her and she don’t know me. Whoever she is, I…don’t…care! I knew for myself that I’m doing what is right and God’s beside me. Maybe that was why I managed to maintain my composure and let the candid thoughts usher in my tongue…maybe because it was all because of Him. He don’t want me to get involved on hard situations like those, that I don’t deserve them, and that, I deserve something eminent.

I would take this positively, yes. The conversation would have run smoothly if she talked to me in a gentle manner, saying a simple “Miss, you’re falling on the same line. The line ends at the back.” even without a smile, just in a calm tone, and not, “Hey, are you going to fall in line? The line’s on the back!!!! with a smirk on her face, and a loud and sharp voice, anyone wouldn’t want to hear. (Hey, did I hear it right? On the back, huh? Wrong grammar! Ha-Ha) I don’t care if she’s about to pee there waiting because all of us feel the same way she feels, you know. To take her side, it’s pretty normal to get mad at a person who happens to be taking the wrong line. But oh, dang! She need not to talk peevishly and order me like I am her slave or something, and for goodness’ sake, I’m a stranger to her and vice versa, she’s a stranger to me! Where did her good manners and right conducts go? To her fats, maybe.

My granny also tried to cool my temper. “She has a mental problem. Those people who act this way isn’t in a normal or healthy situation. Just understand her.”

Philippines do not let this kind of attitude roam around inside the country. Remember that we’re a Catholic country. She may grew up outside of the country, taking risks of showing her arrogant disposition but she don’t have the right to defy one’s right to be respected.  In my Sociology class, I got to learn that every person has his own variations. Personality reflects one’s self. The attitude, the belief, the goals, the fears, the taste, etc. It is the combination of our emotional side, and these factors make you as a person.

Muchas gracias to everyone! To end this blog, I wanna impart Confucius’ philosophy: “Do unto others if you want others do it unto you.” (Reversed: Do not do unto others if you you don’t want others do it unto you.”) 

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Benedict Spinoza also quoted, “ Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue and a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.”

To summarize it all, If the same thing happened to you, too, make a way to deal with the situation in a calm manner. Answering people back or fighting for your stand is good as long as you know you’re in the right path. Ask for God’s guidance and wisdom. Saying “sorry” even though it wasn’t your fault is a good manner for it doesn’t just let that person humiliate himself, but it also dwells you in a peaceful assumptions. Besides, one word wouldn’t be a waste. Make this as a practice. And lastly, let God do the rest. If you did your best to keep up with the situation, let God help you and He will do the rest.

Here are some helpful and inspiring Bible Quotes you should ponder upon:

 Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
(Matthew 5:9)

 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
(Psalm 37:23,24)

 For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace.
(Romans 8:6)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

A Road to Enchantment

I always want to go for a long walk, not bothered by my footwear if it will fit the road…or not even close to where I am heading. It’s just a matter of “ADVENTURE.”

When I was a little, maybe 7 or 8, I was the queen of prowess in the class. My friends and I walk our way home. Well, not directly. We use shortcuts – spooky and wild places we’ve never been to.

Every afternoon, or in some instances, it was 2PM. While we were heading home, a path unknowingly deluded us. Different stalks of banana and sharp edges of wild grasses we were passing through, then, did try to wound us, too.

Unsure, terrified and exhausted, we patiently looked for our way back. There was this enigma that finds me peering, mindful of every path that we were taking.

A small body of water suddenly caught my attention. Have you ever wondered where mermaids used to hide? Nonetheless, I know you do because yes, in any place they hide. And this was based upon folk stories I heard before…

A tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality. One of my friends pointed us a lighter horizon of the pathway that would lead us later to the highway. With a mixed fervid relief, I sighed. I was thinking of being stocked in the middle of nowhere. “What was the point of going back to reality?” I whispered to myself, quiet enough not to let anyone hear my plea.

My best-friend took my hand and we walked with a speed of fury to get back to our own houses. There was a pond, though, and we needed to jump across it…higher and longer – careful not to get ourselves wet.

After their turn, I took mine. One, two, three… I jumped to boot and so I was back to reality. In few kilometers, I can already see the roof of our house. It’s getting hazy, yes. Twilight welcomed us with a cold and sound wind, breathing in and out a lungful of relieved breaths.

As I reached our doorstep, my friends waved their “Goodbye” to me. And before I enter the house, I got the stone inside my pocket. It was the one I picked near the small pond we’ve gone to, lately.

Stone symbolizes strength, stability and compactness. I think, like the stone, my dignity and determination are strong, hard and simple. No doodles, not rainbow-colored, but
an art.
Why? Art is beauty. And not everyone may see the real artistry on it, I bet few can comprehend the true meaning behind it.

I am an adventurous person. Most of the time, I venture out in the four corners of my room but I picture every single detail of my own Neverland. A place you’ve never been to, and you’ll never been to. A trip is not always opt to be in costly, faraway places. Your mind says it all: “You can go wherever you want as long as you cooperate with the beats of your heart and your imagination.”

Take this, for instance. The photograph above was taken by me. Gainsay to shoal, I was walking with my mom and I accidentally pressed the Camera button on my mobile phone. Later that night, I viewed the original photo and beautified it more.

The caption’s a part of the song, “Rocketeer” by Far East Movement ft. Ryan Tedder.
I want to take you into a place in my mind…a place that I’ve treasured for years. And thank you for joining me, for reading this alone is just a round-trip to my story.

And if you’re asking for the stone I kept for years, let me say this to you. I still have it now, promise. The stone’s been locked to a fancy string, with a somewhat big white circle around it, and it’s what you’re using to read this…

“Your Beautiful EYES.”

by: Samantha C. De Guzman
(NO PLAGIARISM)

Five Beauty Tips to Live by Everyday (Just the Way You Are)

Okay, don’t expect for some make-up tutorials here. These are just but some of my secrets that I want to share with you:

First, get enough sleep. You might be spending your time watching your much anticipated TV series, you can’t put down that Twilight book, your friends are buzzing around Twitter and Facebook…remember: “The more you sleep, the more you get beautiful.”

When you sleep, your body restores energy. In the same way, your skin cells also regenerate. (It is advisable to get 9 hours of sleep for teenagers. Interchange of biological clock!)

Second, don’t boost yourself much to cosmetics! Make-ups enhances your features but be careful for some might cause skin irritations or skin allergies. “Look at the label if they’re hypo-allergenic.”

“Simplicity is beauty.” Choose loose powder over creamy foundations. And vice versa, lip balm makes you look luscious than the red lipstick!

Third, wash your face at least three times a day. Teenagers are prone of having oily skin, esp. in the face, and this is the main cause of acne problems. “Be sure to splash clean water and mild soap.” It will make you feel more comfortable and, of course, fresher!

Fourth, never forget to apply sunblock lotions or sunscreens with SPF 10, 15 or more when you’re ought to stay under the sunlight for a couple of hours. Like for instance, you have to win that badminton or volleyball sport, you and the varsity team have been practicing of.

Or maybe, you have to join your pals having picnic at the park. “Your skin is sensitive and it needs protection from the harmful rays of the sun.”

And lastly, always feel that you are beautiful! Look into the mirror, smile at your cutest, imagine the man of your dreams wink at you. Say, “Oh, I am so beautiful!” three times.

Listen to songs that surmise your confidence like Bruno Mars’ “Just The Way You Are”, “I Feel Pretty/Unpretty’ of Glee Casts, “Beautiful” by Christina Aguillera and a lot more!


“It’s the confidence and grace that make you the most beautiful of all!” Keep in mind that the inner beauty captures the hearts of great men. Don’t just be attractive on the outside; try to be as gorgeous as what you are, inside.

Thank you, and I believe you are beautiful and amazing JUST THE WAY YOU ARE!

(Credits to http://www.weheartit.com for the awesome photos!)