I’m fine.


We become sad. At times. And we feel the most sadness when we start to tear up and cry. We cry when we are left alone at school, or when we hit ourselves over the head with a ball as a child. We cry when we fly alone to go to college. We cry when we receive a first heartbreak. And a second, and a third.

It’s ridiculous and useless when you think about it. Nothing really gets accomplished. But why do it? Why do we cry?

This is not going to be one of those psychology posts that explains scientifically why you cry, no. But deep down, you’re bound to know why you are crying, even without the scientific terms and jargon. And even if when people coerce you to tell them why, you don’t.

We cry to let people know that we are not okay. We are in pain, we are overwhelmed. And some kind of reassurance that everything is going to be okay is the expected response to the listeners. It’s kind of both a convenience and inconvenience if you think about it, there really is just no way to hide what you’re feeling unless you are really good at hiding them.

I’m alright.

But nowadays, it doesn’t happen that way, where people express an immediate response of empathy. People are being conditioned that crying is weak, and unappealing. Even women are not supposed to cry, in this age of feminism and women empowerment. Men are not exempted of this fact, even if women express that they love a man who can cry. And no, sweating through your eyes is not going to cut it.

We are supposed to strong independent individuals and we need to appear that way even if the darkest corners of your heart are craving for a good cry, a good shout that “Hey! I need some help!”

Because we are supposed to be strong. We are supposed to be strong enough to face whatever challenges overcome us.

I’m okay.

We are supposed to be fine. I cannot stress enough how bad that simple word appears. We have ended up in a world where people are only allowed to cry behind closed doors. Only to the closest of people that you know will empathize, and even those are already so hard to find.

We cry to let people know we are not okay. When we don’t, people will just pass by and think that we are, even if we are not.

And people will just pass by.

And feelings will be left unheard.

And you walk on, and you say that one line to yourself once more.

“I’m fine.”


Reminiscing the Past, Living the Present

A few months ago, I found myself in our local national museum. The first time I had seen the advert for free admission I immediately knew that I wanted to go. My companion, who I’ve asked to come with me, asked me why I wanted to go.

“I like old things.”

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Dropping The Ballot: Are We Really Voting?

Weeks ago we held the election period for our university student council. As it is done every year, I expected nothing less than room-to-room campaigns and other forms of political strategies. As the university student council elections come to a close, and I receive my “oh, you voted” button, I thought about the consequences of the future, not just in my university, but  when leaders need to be reelected once more in all parts of the world.

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Anyone Can Be Famous

Alex from Target
The internet put him on TV. Nothing crazier than packing groceries one day, then on camera the next. (Picture taken from ABC News)

Last November there was a teenage boy photographed without his knowledge while on the job. This photo was posted on the internet and soon became viral: created memes and jokes over the internet. He became an overnight celebrity. The name of this trend? Alex from Target.

Why would a picture of a Target employee become viral? What is so compelling?

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Perceptions On Beauty

I never really saw myself as an attractive person. In today’s standard of beauty, I could never have that confidence. But I guess this goes for all girls that care a significant amount about how people see them physically. It’s one of those things that are supposed to be looked at inwardly, something you complain about alone while looking at a mirror, but given the free-communications of the Internet, we can find that “why am i so…” on Google will bring up my point.

It’s been one of my long standing opinions that beauty is arbitrary. “In the eye of the beholder,” and all that. But sometimes, you can’t help but notice the small imperfect things about your physical appearance, that we feel a little… “too”.

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Language and Local Children’s Shows

While having a lone breakfast near the house the TV was open for everyone’s entertainment. As far as I know it was pretty common for local carinderias (eateries) to have this kind of leeway to customer patience, but what I find quite different that morning, was the educational children’s shows.

The television drew my attention as it played that familiar tune from a childhood that can’t yet afford cable. It was the flagship educational show for Math (or Maths, however you call it) that was around when I was a child, and I didn’t know they were airing it again, since I didn’t own a TV. But there was something strange about it this time around. Continue reading “Language and Local Children’s Shows”

Love Concept

Every time I go home from classes this always catches my eye. Where did the concept of love come from? Did it pre-exist? Or was it some social construct we created?

To me the questions boiled down to this: Do we care? Do we want to know? Point is, it’s there and existing.

It’s there to justify giving flowers to someone, exchange rings and spend the rest of your days having someone by your bedside. Or even that one night when your mom gives you a bowl of soup when your sick, or when your friend remembered to lend you notes from that class you missed.

Trying to find out whether it’s an invention or a discovery is trying to quantify a timeless concept. The fact that love exists is enough.

Image taken from University of the Philippines (Diliman). 2015.


Ink, Writing and Tree Tattoos

This starting January my father gave me one of those free planners that you get from the office. Normally (or around maybe 2 years ago when I had a craze for planners) I would be excited. But my reaction was a little underwhelming. I didn’t start thinking about writing in it until I actually had something reasonably important to put. And when I did, I took out a pen, pointed it towards the black smooth surface, only to realize I have forgotten how to write with my hands.

I’ve had many experiences with planners. Daily, monthly, yearly, portable, on the wall or large enough to fit your desk and have nothing else on it. But I never really get into the groove of keeping a tangible one. The time when I finally started to have a sense of organization is when I moved to using my smartphone as an alternative. Now with another thick-bound book in my hands, do I use it?


As with anyone and everyone with a blog, we love to write. But what medium we use usually differs. Some prefer the old pen and paper partners and some prefer the pixels and the sound of the wandering fingers over keys. What I find different between the two is not much of the issue when it comes to differentiating the ideas that come out of the writer’s brain. The brain, is the source. But on which canvas you draw your ideas in, that’s a different issue.

Now why do I opt to write on a planner that commands me to etch on it with ink? To me, ink on paper is a greater commitment. You can’t erase it. Now what about a pencil, then? You can erase it, but the embossed surface on the paper is not something you can take back. In a way, it’s a commitment. You wrote that in. You said that you’ll be meeting this certain person at 1 pm at the library. You wrote it in. You have to do it.

This doesn’t apply to planners alone. Oh, you wrote freinds instead of friends? Sucks. Let’s just keep it there until you scratch over it. But you remember the mistake, right? That time that you wrote down a term during a class lecture? You wrote it on the upper left corner of your textbook. You remember it, don’t you?

Which leads me to my next point. Personally, when I write with ink or lead, I think to myself first before I scratch the surface. Should that really be written? Does that sound proper? Thinks like that. It’s like thinking about getting a tattoo. Do I want it to say “I Love Mom” or do I want it to say “Carpe Diem”? You think about it, because there’s some permanence to it. You’ll have to stick to it for a while. It sticks to the paper, and it sticks to your brain.

This what I think is lacking in today’s age. We type too much, think too less. With the presence of the internet we don’t think about what we say, which is why I find comment sections of websites more amusing than actual content. In an uncomfortable note, cyber-bullying is also a huge by-product of this keyboard/pen disparity. With pen and paper, you’d pause before you say “tl;dr” or “get out of your mom’s basement you fa*g*t”.

You think before you say things you might not mean to say.

You think before you say things you might not mean.

You think before you say things.

You think.

Inspired by Pens and Pencils by Daily Post