Finally, after allowing my tumbler account to rest for a long time, i decided to make use of it already. I remember being dragged by Iona (my friend) to make an account for myself. I was never really at awe of doing it but just to grant my friend’s request, I did.
I opened this account once, the only day that I made it, i posted a text and reposted a blog., and that was seven months ago..
whew! that was long but it seems like things just happened only yesterday. The picture was still clear, as vivid as the water under the sun. I am not poetic but i always wanted to be one. I do not have the skills to exhibit using my pen. All i know is I love to scribble, to doodle and to write different stuff. I express how I feel through writing, drawing and scribbling but I always keep it on my own. Sharing my ideas to public is not my cup of tea although i am very expressive and really talkative, its just that when it comes to my personal life — i maintain some sort of privacy.
Contrary to how I look, I can always be the bubbly child like girl who would love to get sweat from outdoor games. I appreciate it more when we eat at Jollibee than to stay in a fine dining restaurant. I love being with people and making friends with them is my game. I am somehow jologs at heart. I can also be a mediocre. I am just a simple person. I can be easily moved by petty ideas and/or possessions. I am a cry baby and I cry over dramatic scenes on the television.
Looks can be very deceiving, the strong face features that i have is my facade when inside of me is dying. I do have my ups and downs. I am also human. I do not just laugh at my problems. Sometimes, I even bring them to my bed until sleepyhead starts to kick in. The moment I wake up, I forget some of it but it comes back. It becomes a cycle, I do not see the end, but I treasure that much because of my becoming. Of course, I pay tribute to my grandparents. But aside from them, there’s still a lot more. Of all the things that I went through, I learn to smile, to stand up and to fix myself over and over again. It does not matter if you keep on repeating the same mistakes that you committed as long as you know how to restore the broken parts.
Learning is a process and it could not be made overnight. It is continuous and it does not stop from swearing not to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. sometimes, it goes beyond learning what is happening, rather it calls you to stop analyzing the facts and just grab to accept it so you could move forward to the path that you are taking.
