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One word: Strength

She is strict and disciplined.  Absolutely not soft spoken and can become angry easily.  If something is not right in her eyes, she sure will tell (no, nag) you about it in a forceful voice and sometimes hurtful words. In my younger years, I had moments where I despised her very much.  When instead of embracing me for making it thru the running mad dogs, she made a gripo (faucet) out of my ribs by a full three-sixty-degree pinch.  I could not, for the life of me, understand why I got punished instead of gotten a hug. You see, she is some woman.  She’s often misunderstood.  She doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve, not the affectionate and touchy one.  Yet… she is strong... and brave.  Her way of nurturing is unconventional, not much cuddling for you, you must learn how to stand on your own.  She makes me do things independently and courageously.  I am forever in awe of how she instills self-sufficiency and resiliency in me.  I am forever thankful for how she shapes the person t
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Starbucks Memory

Like playing the tug of war, he was pulling away trying to get a hold of that quest that he called space.  He clutched the end of the rope in a way where he’s all set to let loose.  And you, you tightened your grip, fighting to win him over.  But you knew you can’t keep holding on. Then the world fell apart and you’re exactly where you were on the afternoon you chose to let go. When you said the closure words and he just nodded his head and left without saying a word.

Bittersweet

He was quietly sleeping for three long years.  He's been kept, but had become like one of those things you would put in a corner, unnoticed, ignored. For three long years, you’ve been trying to move on.  Trying so hard to forget all the bittersweet memories of the moments when he was all your world. Then one day, he suddenly woke up.  He emerged from that disregarded corner looking like a creature from some divine world.  Goddamn beautiful.  He came to you, “remember be, touch me”.  “Not fair”, was all you could say. After three silent years, your world trembled again.  You could not unnoticed him. You remembered him and all that he was. You mustered all your strength not to touch him, and you failed. And you were looking for that one exact word that would describe all the feelings that you felt all at once.

Timing

Time was never on our side,         though we are         to each other. You looked for me         at ten in the morning,         but I could not let you         find me. I looked for you         at four in the afternoon,         but you would not let me         find you. We may be         two same clocks,         but we just never beat         at the same time.

"The Silly Things"

My Basic Speech Project #2 piece. Speech Title: The Silly Things Brief Description: The silly things I thought were true when I was little Did you as a child believe that if you swallowed a watermelon seed, it would grow inside your stomach and you would become a tree? Fellow toastmasters, guests, those who have creative and silly beliefs during their childhood, good evening! I had a few silly notions that I was so sure of when I was a kid.  Have you also believed before that if you swallowed a butong-pakwan, it would grow inside your stomach, and soon enough you would become a tree?  How about believing that people on TV shows lived inside the television?  Yes? Aside from these, can you think of at least three more things you thought were true when you were little? Okay, let me tell you mine.  These three silly things are in the context of sexual orientation.  I especially picked these three out of the other things down memory lane because I strongly felt and beli

I will sit anywhere and listen to your stories

I will sit with you in the bar with a bottle of frozen cold beer in our hands. We will talk amidst the buzz and haze, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will get drunk. We will let ourselves get lost in dizziness and rubbish talks. I will listen to all of your drunken stories. You will laugh at it, laugh out loud for no apparent reasons. And I will listen to your stories. I will sit with you in the beach with a glass of thirst-quenching smoothie in our hands. We will talk amidst the heat and sweat, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will plunge into the sea. We will let the saltwater heals the wounds of our skin and soul. I will listen to all of your past heartaches. You will laugh at it, marveling how time indeed heals. And I will listen to your stories. I will sit with you in the porch with a cup of coffee in our hands. We will talk amidst the breeze and the chirps of the birds, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips. We will relax our shoulders, close

"The Tomato Syndrome"

Below is my Basic Speech Project #1 piece. I opted to remove personal facts though. :) “Decide that you want it more than you’re afraid of it”, a line that has been my mantra these days. I believe most of us have some things that we fear of, right? Me, I’m afraid to talk or speak in front of an audience. Audience, guests, fellow toastmasters, ladies and gentlemen, good evening! Speaking in front of many people has always been a dreadful situation for me. This is because of some physical effect. I call it “the tomato syndrome”. This is a self-diagnosed condition wherein when I am tense, my body temperature will rise. If I touch my skin, I could feel the hot flashes as if I’m burning. I will have rashes all over my body, especially on my face. And I will look like an almost rotten tomato. I will have this some sort of allergic reaction when I get nervous. So I stay away from situations that would make me nervous. I excuse myself from spotlights, stage talks like this