May Day
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Be someone’s miracle today!
I see a lot of people who really want to be part of something bigger – extending what you have to other people who are in need. But it’s just too difficult especially we have our own challenges as well financially, emotionally, physically, etc. It’s always one of my dreams to donate or volunteer or maybe someday build, organize, lead, and inspire my own group. It all started because of my love for travel, that I was able to help as a volunteer. We collect cash donations and in kind, re-pack them, and deliver them to the people who need them more. My first mission was way back in college when…
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May Day: when confidence is silent and insecurities are loud + some things worth sharing
I wrote this crappy little article on my Tumblr blog waaaay back, talking about my lack of confidence and insecurities. Honestly, I can’t understand my words before, but I get the point – I was insecure and I was feeling guilty for myself. Today, as inspired with an article from Dr. Melanie Greenberg, I’m sharing my stories and thoughts again with hopefully well-written words, or at least better than how I wrote it before. Insecurity driven by perfectionism that leads to social anxiety I have lots of curvy and sexy Facebook friends and, honestly, I envy their perfectly fit bodies, so I tried working on my own. As I scroll…
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May Day: My “when it rains, it pours” moment + some things worth sharing
Just recently, I had the most depressing moments yet in my life. I knew things like these are coming, but it really feels different when bad stuff are already in front of your face, laughing. There was no single day that I didn’t cry because I felt that was the only thing I could do. This time, I didn’t cry on anyone’s shoulders, I didn’t rant on Facebook, I didn’t tell the story and more info on my blog. I knew people would say “eto nanaman may drama nanaman sa buhay ang loka”. I knew people are already tired of all my sad stories so I really tried to keep it…
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“Children don’t hear us. They imitate us.”
My mom isn’t a wide reader. She loves visuals more than writen stuff. My dad, though, reads the paper every day but I never realized that until I was in college or idk maybe when I was already working. Now I was not sure why I read a lot since I was a kid. They offered me coloring books and a lot of scratch papers to write on but I cannot remember why and how and when I started reading books. This post from The Humorists actually what triggered this post. It sounded like “I read a lot, so my kid reads a lot.” What if the kid got this…
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May Day: We find what we look for
I almost forgot I have this “May Day” blog category where I tag my life updates in case I am too lazy to write on my journal. Well, here I am again, updating my blog with super personal nonsense things as if my readers care. Oh, by the way, that’s how personal blogs work, right? The previous week has been the busiest one I had since I gave birth. With all the work load and mommy duties, I thought I was nearly quitting. But God is indeed good and gave me more inspirations to live life to the fullest. Anyway, before anything else, thanks for reading my previous post on Mental…
