Blushing

I never knew the powers of blush until a few months ago. I've always thought that blushes are a contradiction of what it claims to do: make you look rosy, glowing and..erm...blushing. I never used blush ons before because I though when one does, it's pretty obvious you've touched the stuff. Not good.

Sure, her makeup looks good here and the color of her blush is gorge, but you can tell she IS wearing blush.

I've liked cheekstains, too but the one time I went to the cinemas and darted to the ladies' room to go number 1 was enough for me to stop using them; my pores looked large and I looked old. My mirror at home must be playing games with me by showing how pretty I thought I looked but instead, every mirror I saw my reflection on showed otherwise.

So the only way I tried making my face look brighter was use lipstick and it works, yeah. But a revelation last year made me realize that I was wrong about blush.

I bought this blush a few months ago. I had a blush from that brand and I just wanted to buy another shade. I was planning to buy a bronze shade, actually, but I settled for this peachy beige blush. I remember the first time I used it, it changed my life forever. Never have I thought that a blush would make me look rosy, glowing and blushing. AND IT LOOKED NATURAL.

The blush that changed everything

So yeah. I started using this blush a lot to the point that I start using it often if not always in school. Do I have that fear that teachers will reprimand me? No. No one ever did. Instead, all I get is how I suddenly looked even prettier but they just can't quite put their finger on it.

I've always liked the fact that putting on lipstick makes you look done and ready, but putting a little blush makes you look like you're putting your best face forward. It's silly that I'm writting an entry dedicated to the life changing effects a little pot of blush has given me but then, who would want a story about little girly miracles? ;)

Broken Vow

I remember my first taste of heartbreak back in 2007. I remember how much I liked this boy who was more annoyed than flattered with my attention down to the point that he avoids me a lot and even pretended to be gay(allegedly). I cried a few times because of that and from then on, I vowed never to cry because of a boy.

Through the years, I’ve had ups and downs with my love life though nothing worth crying about. Maybe there were a lot, but I never had any tears running down my face because remembering that vow is some reflex when a boy problem comes along.

But it was different a few days ago. I’ve like this guy for quite some time now. Such a long time. So much personal sacrifices. If he ever knew how I felt…I’m not sure. I tried to keep it a secret from him, though. But I was hopeful that he might feel the same way for me that I do for him. There were clues, but I realized how stupid they were when I knew that he probably likes another girl. I was crushed by my crush. I was adamant not to cry over shit.

…or so I thought. I got home, listened to my iPod and started bawling. I never felt more sorry and mad at myself ever. I liked him so, so much. I never expected him to like me back, but it did feel good thinking I had a very good chance of being his girlfriend. I thought I had things down already; all he had to do was be friends with me then bam!

But fate has a funny(if not sad) way of showing that I should'nt expect too much. He was just a crush after all and it isn't me to actually think of possibilities of what we could be. But I have never liked anyone as much as I liked him. Ever. For me to cry over him makes me feel like a weakling but I guess he was the second guy in my entire life that I've liked so much so long. Maybe one day I'll run into another person who'll make me feel that way for him or maybe even stronger, but he won't hurt me or make my cry.

The fact that tears went down out of hurt is enough for me to stop liking this boy, but how come I still think of him?

IT AIN'T THE END OF THE WORLD!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I know, I know. Lipas na ang dalawang linggo since New Year entered, but better late than never, diba?

So anyways, with 2012 now here, people are worried that it's the end of the world and shit. I mean, yeah, with the conditions of the world and all, the worst could possibly happen.

But I would die(literally and figuratively--but more on the former) if this world ends. I HAVE YET TO EXPLORE MY LIFE. I WANT TO EXPERIENCE IT ALL. I NEED TO FINISH THINGS OFF MY BUCKET LIST. HECK, I HAVEN'T EVEN MADE A BUCKET LIST YET!

I want to be alive so I could graduate school and wear that weird hat and poncho on graduation day. I want to be alive so I could have my dream career which I am not decided on yet because I am as fickle as pickle. I want to be alive so I could prove all the people who hated on me now in high school feel sorry for their own asses when I'm filthy rich. I want to be alive so I could have my dream shoe closet filled with...uhm...shoes. I want to be alive so I could witness my absolute-boy-hater sister marries her future life partner who I am adamant will be a boy. I want to be alive when absolute-girl-hater(?) brother will marry his future life partner who I am adamant will be Dakota Fanning. I want to be alive so I could see what my future kids look like AND their kids. Hehehehe. A lot I want to experience, actually. And there'll be more as time goes by.

But Scientist say(and we should believe what they say because they are technically third in command after God/Allah/Buddha/Flying Spaghetti Monster and whoever makes the law in the country you live in) that the world will end BILLIONS OF YEARS FROM NOW. By then, I'll be dust.

But that doesn't mean you have to live life as slow paced as possible. Just because what the nerds say is arguably correct doesn't mean you have no excuse to get out there with your life now. Whether the end tomorrow or a kajillion centuries from now, your time in the planet is something that isn't accounted at all, not even by Scientists and God could just pull out your existence here in any moment. So live your life to the fullest each and every day. Try to give in to that last slice of cake. You'll never know if it will really be your last.

So tell those Incas to kiss their asses and Jay Sean to shut the fuck up about 2012 being the end of the world because ironically, according to Jay Sean, "IT AIN'T THE END OF THE WORLD" :D