When you have the world as your stage, own it.
Grab your mic and sing to your heart's desire, choose your best shoes and dance your soul away, speak your mind.
Despite everyone pushing us to express freely, the world snobs with irony. Because there's the notion that yes you may express yourself BUT you have to be -
1) politically correct,
2) morally upright and
3) no one gets hurt.
1) politically correct,
2) morally upright and
3) no one gets hurt.
NO ONE IS FREE, so to say something.
We are all bounded by the norms of society, our emotions, people's judgement, rights, etc.
Everyone has something to say about everything.
Yeah, we all love to comment. We all think; sometimes, a few tend to over analyze things.
Though most of the time, they remain as thoughts, ideas, untold, unexpressed as we slowly put ourselves to become victims of our own decisions to remain silent. We resort to self inflicted pain, torture. Torture of limited expressions. Torture of inhibitions.
running out of words, to be continued...
Another hindrance to expression is a very shortlist of vocab, wahahaha.
I'll be back for more arguments. :)
(I don't own any of this pictures or videos.)
We thought it was all impossible.
Having lived here in Mindanao all our lives, we never imagined in our wildest
dreams that one typhoon could just take away lives of our fellowmen.
My job have taught me to control my emotions and being
the selfish me, I only cry for my own hurt. After being dubbed as cold hearted
girl back in school, the videos and pictures of the victims of Typhoon Sendong
(International Name: WASI), I saw myself in tears and I just had to be
of help to them.
Has Mother Earth sent us her
messages of rage after we abused her, Is God punishing our sinful world?
Tsunami in Japan, Flood in Thailand, Political War in Middle East and the
series of killer typhoons hitting the Philippine archipelago. This is a call
for help. Helping others at this time is not a responsibility but a privilege
to serve our fellow Filipinos.
Watch Unsinkable. Tagalog version for the victims of Sendong, Click here.
They need decent clothings now. An amount of money to start anew. They need food, and drinking water. For your donations.
To all my fellow RLMC employees, a box is provided in the corridor near information desk for all pur donations in kind.
( I
had a blast last week, for real,!:) And I wanna blog it soon with lots and lots
of fun pictures right here but I'm more melancholic at this hour. So I decided to write
about waiting instead. Sounds really ironic though but here’s how I’d
like to expound on that note.)
No room for denials, it’s a general fact.
Whether we had
lined up for concert tickets, stood for minutes to pee in the female’s room, and
spared time to wait for a cab ride home. We probably had our share of waiting,
and more scenarios that ultimately tested our patience.
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How to ace the Decemer 2011 NLE?
So, alright, my lil sissy would be taking this exam as
well as most of her friends. Kudos people! I know you can do it and days before
you take your seat and shade those little boxes; I have a few more things to
tell you. J
You will top the board exam. Just do these J
So, what now, you all
have read about my life and how it has been; and may have made some judgement
out of all the blogs that I've written in here would either be about me
complaining how terrible my life is or how I miss a lot of my friends. I am not
emo or goth or anything. Please, don't label me. Not for the way I choose my
clothes, not with the way I talk. I have nothing against some group of people
but please just think of me as me.
I was born and raised as
Jodivie Suarez Malnegro, but most people, even at work fondly call me Wowo. I
should have been called Wow because I was a pretty baby (haha, please note that
this is my blog) and an answer to my parent's prayers to have a baby girl. What
really happened to everybody's princess? What happened to the perfect daughter?
What happened to the over achiever weird classmate?
I’ve always been hard to myself,
and it’s so unfair, I know.
I keep on trying too hard,
fooling my audience with a cape and a megawatt smile; role playing as
invincible Super Girl. I have already pretty much deceived a lot of people,
roughly everyone around.
It’s never been a secret how
terrible I am in swimming, how pathetic I look when it comes to conquering
fears – scuba diving, zip lining, taking a slide to the pool, riding a bike. Yeah
I am a lousy brave one wanna-be and oh how I flunk big time in showing off
loads of courage.
