Saturday, December 13, 2014


There’s something about being 30 that’s so liberating. I feel like I can do, say, or write whatever I want without having to care so much about other people’s opinion of me because I’m old enough to know that they couldn’t harm me any more than I could harm my own self. It’s just that I’m old enough too, to know that I have a moral responsibility to express myself in socially acceptable ways, mainly to avoid problems. I have devised a plan to strike some sort of balance. I have decided to just be me -quirks and all- like it's the only option. I may apologize if I hurt someone unintentionally, but I will not allow anyone to impose his ideals on me. I will hold on to my beliefs, my dream, and my message. I will not compromise who I am for a more favorable public opinion... or conditional acceptance... or fleeting love.
If I had a British accent, I would NEVER. STOP. TALKING.

Sometimes, the best way to deal with some problems is to not deal with them.

Don't bend your morals for a person who doesn’t have any.
The longer the goodbye, the harder it is to let go.

There's nothing like working really hard to make your dreams come true.
There are some days when you remember being exhausted from morning duty but wake up at 4am and have absolutely no recollection whatsoever of how you got home from the hospital, or if you ate dinner, or if you took a shower, or brushed your teeth.

Life is a matter of perspective. We believe what we want to believe, mostly to survive.
It's helpful to look at loss like a 2-year-old. When something so important is taken away from you, focus on another good thing until it becomes the ONLY thing.

You can't expect others to accept you if you're not comfortable with yourself.

Rich girl. Poor guy. Suffering chooses no one.
But poor girl or rich guy, we can choose to celebrate
Rather than loathe abundance or poverty...
Or all other things that make us suffer.
For there is no such thing as suffering...
Only a lack of faith and gratitude.

The only thing that’s worse than being teased as “abnormal” is to be ignored for being so ordinary.

The kindest thing you could ever do for your soul is to forgive yourself for the things you’ve done that you’re not proud of. I have never heard of regret as a helpful tool for moving forward.

When you accept someone for who he is, you unburden yourself with the need to change him.

You never really know some people like you're never always certain about yourself.

God is good all the time. It's just that sometimes, our concept of good is different from His.

What you sow, you will reap. It’s the natural order of things.

I’m not complicated. I’m just not your brand of simplicity. ‪

No one is not good enough or too good for anyone. You are who you are for a reason and someday, somehow, someone is going to give you the love and appreciation you ought to be given for who you are.

Set a healthy boundary for yourself in terms of everything except faith.

At some point, you have to own who you are.

You can't be professional if you're being emotional.

Kahit anong gulo ng mundo, ang puso hindi nalilito.

Want to inflict maximum injury with minimal force? Just lie to someone whose trust you didn't have to earn.

Collect all the stones that life throws at you and turn them into gold.

Feelings are what they are. Whether they're right or wrong is just a matter of personal or public opinion.

Ask and you shall receive, so be careful what you wish for.

Sometimes, you actually win when you lose something.

Have you ever told yourself you’re done with something even when you’re not? First, find out why. Second, accept it. Third, know that you’re never done until you really are.

We really should live in the NOW. While you are busy preparing for the next big disaster of your life, you might fail to notice the one that's already in front of you, waiting to break you.

"I love being ignored." - said No One Ever

You will be surprised of how little you know about yourself until you've fallen in love.

All things work out for the best.

I love the things that love makes me write. Even when the feeling is gone, the words I've written remind me that I was once again blessed with a wonderful opportunity. I have loved.

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