I Felt the Earthquake

I was in deep slumber when I felt a light shaking, as if someone was just wanted me to wake up. Perhaps it happened early in the morning, it last not more than 20 seconds. While I was asleep, my mind was processing whether it was an earthquake or if I should panic or not. I did not, since it was not that strong. It was odd. There was part of me that just resigned and just opted to wait. I was thinking were to go but I’m too lazy to stand up. What if it was a strong earthquake? Will I have the same reaction? Not move and wait for fate to decide?

I wish not to witness a great catastrophe. It’s a hearsay that before a great earthquake there’s hot weathers and the likes.

I found news in this site (link here), however I didn’t find our own province included. It’s a 5.9 magnitude in Ilocos Sur around 4:45am.

A Letter to a Cancer Victim

Part of me don't know what to say or what to do. I find myself struggling to fight tears yet sometimes too numb to feel anything. Worst, I become too frank or tactless about realities that I might sound pessimistic or harsh. Not that I'm letting anyone down. (It's just that, “Let's not kid ourselves”) I want to apologize for that though.

I just can't take the weakness. If only I can find the solutions myself, I will volunteer just to ease or finish the agony. I don't want to see you slowly withering, I don't want to see you in pain and I don't want to see you dying. I want you to still live, to enjoy life.

There's a part of me who wanted to be angry to those responsible of this unfair joke, but to whom? And to what? This is so unfair and much more heartbreaking whenever I remember your desire to live. I know you dream for adventures. I feel so hopeless. I feel so sad.

You strip me the opportunity of returning the kindness you've shared in my childhood. I still owe you different treats, birthday/cash gifts or any kind of pampering a growing child can bestow to his/her elders. You may have your part of wrong doings (any of us will anyway) but you deserve to live. I pray for God's mercy.

Watsons Hand Cream Haul

I'm not planning to drop by in Watsons since I still have 3 lipstick with me, that's too much or enough. I don't know. I still have the press powder I seldom use (I wish its two way cake I have instead) and the blotting sheet that I'm too lazy to use. I also still have the collagen mask for my eye bug which I lost the desire to use since it irritated my eyes the twice times I used it

I have some wish list though:
1. A lips scrub to remove dead skin or lighten my lips. There's no product I know yet. I wanted to try honey. Or maybe a brown sugar and lime instead of lemon. I can't get the best of light pink lipstick due to my dark lips.
2. Blush or Darker powder. I want to learn and make an illusion of a longer and slimmer face.

So I have a few haul here. Nagtitipid pa din. Yup, I still went to Watsons to accompany a friend. I find myself lucky for finding a hand cream since I didn’t on my last visit.

1. BAIES SUCREES Sweet Berries Hand Cream
P32.00 for 30 ml
Buy one take one. This is my favorite hand cream so far. It's not greasy and it’s enough to make and keep my hand hydrated.

2. Naturals by watsons Olive Hand Cream (Review Here)
P99.00 for 60 ml
Claims to be organic. I'll make a review later. It also has a grape seed oil, Shea butter and Vitamin E.

Probinsiyana in Duster?

I stopped taking pictures and of posting it in Facebook. FB is no longer my private cocoon when it’s crowded with strangers, old mentors, colleagues and even some family/relatives you don’t want messing with. I lost my taste for it honestly, good thing that somehow there’s boyfie still coaxing me of taking pictures. He’s wondering what I look like when I’m wearing a duster.

I have other blog about this shirt here.

Wagwagan in Baguio

So far, it was one of the best escapes I had since those past hard days. It was the first time that I woke up without saying “Oh God please help me...” She's one of those friends who I can still enjoy the company. I know how awkward to go out with friends who can be too killjoy at times and I assure you she's not like them. She can be flexible and considerate, and above all is she's humble.

Yet, she fails to find things for me, like what clothes would suit me or shoes alike. Uh-oh... She can't be my fashion stylist; she can't fix me or give answers to my weird or senseless question. The best thing about her though is she's the kind of friend who sticks. She may be somewhere, but you know she stays. An unconditional friend, almost like a sister to me.

Wagwagan. I admit I don’t favor ukay ukay not until I bought my first bag a year ago. The thought before embarrass me, and the way how people consider it is contagious. I never found something I like before and wonder why some rag looking clothes are still included. Then gradually I learned to look for details and gained some experience. And I got a friend to influence me. And maybe let’s include the part that I've grown.