Journey Ni Juana

While I was looking at the mirror the other day, something suddenly bothered me like a stone thrown high which accidentally hit a window. . .that broke. YES. Just. Like. That. So, there I was, in front of the mirror and then I saw my eye bags  (they look like luggage that time) hanging on top of my very chubby cheeks. They were very, very proud and was looking for a fight  of which has more bragging rights in puffiness  with my, again, very chubby cheeks! Okay, there it is. I was very, very tired upon waking up that morning because I lack so much sleep! All I could say that time was "Wow! Ang pangit ko! (Wow! I am so ugly!)".  And while walking around our house doing my morning preps, all I felt was that I just wanted to stay in bed and go back to sleep FOREVER . But wait, that was NOT the stone that a naughty kid just threw and broke the very calmed and untouched window.  What really bothered me was the fact that I realized the things that are really making me and a

They say that when you love the thing you're doing, you'll be productive on it. . . I'm a bit confused about this one eh.  Do you really love something that's why you always do it or you love the idea of doing it that makes you love it? And also, how can you say that you love something? And lastly, will love suffice in overcoming any hindrances along the way? I am having these questions running in my mind for three days already because I really cannot finish one of the requirements in my ENG 10 (Writing of Scientific Papers) subject which is the introduction part of my topic outline.  I am a girl who loves writing. Aside from having this addictive attitude of designing notebooks, I also have this habit of writing random stuff on them.  I write my thoughts in a notebook I personalize myself. Not only my thoughts but also my daily devotion, prayer intentions, and a lot more. I even have a separate notebook for my "Dear You" messages (HAHAHA it's sti

HI SWEETHEART! I am really really sorry if I have not been able to publish new posts for a few days already.  If you want to read some of my works, you can go to my Wattpad page.  Just click on the "Wattpad" button at the top of this blog or you can go to this link:  https://www.wattpad.com/user/AngelAmoranto . Thank you! Happy reading, ka-journey! *hugs*

A reminder from "us" to our parents. . . We appreciate what you do for us but please be sensitive enough to our emotions.  We know that almost every single thing you do is for our own good but TRUST US (yep, that won't hurt sometimes, will it?), like you, we also get hurt, tired, and burdened.  We also get hot-headed due to our OWN PERSONAL PROBLEMS.  And unfortunately, we also have hormonal imbalances.  IN SHORT, WE HAVE THIS THING CALLED "FEELINGS". Recall those times when you ask us to understand you whenever you're in the middle of those circumstances I mentioned earlier and consequently, you just expect us to be considerate enough to adjust to your needs and demands that somehow require us to exert extra effort, in one way or another. HONESTLY, WE DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, NOT EVEN A TEENY, TINY ONE.  What we're trying to say is that we, including you and the whole mankind, can only imagine what other people are thinking and fe

Isang araw nang ako'y magising Mula sa pagtulog na mahimbing Alam kong ika'y tahimik pa ring Kunwari'y nagmamahal pa sa'kin. Bumaling ako't humarap sa'yo Tinitigan kita't sinaulo Sa pagkurap ng mga mata ko'y Biglang nabuhay ang diwa mo. Matagal, malalim, walang maliw Sa'ting tingina'y walang bumali. Aking napagmasdan at nasuri Na sa mata mo'y wala nang aliw. Gusto ko nang bumango't tumayo Mula sa pagkakahigang ito. Sobra nang lahat ng sakripisyo. Ano ba't ngayon lang napagtanto? Ngunit kasabay ng aking bwelo Ay ang pagkapit mo sa kamay ko. Tila mas lumalim ang tingin mo Sa aking mata at pagkatao. Hinila mo akong pabalik Kahit pa ayoko nang lumapit. Sa pisngi ko'y pinilit humalik. Ulo'y sa balikat ko dinikit. Mga mata ko'y aking 'pinikit Inalala ko ang bawat saglit No'ng ang mga yakap pa'y mainit At hindi nalang yung tipong pilit. Subalit ang

Beginnings are always the most overwhelming part. . . A few years ago, I dreamed of becoming a blogger and not just a simple blogger but a very good one. The blogger that has many subscribers and who always has something to write about. But due to some limited resources, I wasn't able to pursue that dream. . .until now. Honestly, I am in the middle of writing a paper that I should've submitted yesterday so yes, you're right, it's gonna be a paper full of score deductions firstly because it is already late, obviously, and second, it is not really written that well. I find it funny, actually, that I use the time I have now to write this entry rather than to finish my school requirements. And you know what's funnier? I felt very excited and well-driven when that homework was announced to us in class! I had all the ideas that my brain could ever juice out and they were just floating inside my head! But now? Nothing's left! They are aaaaaall gone! Long gone. WHY A