A Saturday Night of a Broke Girl: Thoughts

“Why do you love sunsets so much?” my brother asked me a few days ago.

I sat there unable to answer a perfectly acceptable question. It wasn’t that I didn’t have an answer or that I didn’t know the reason for my, in his words, “obsession” about sunsets. The truth was, I could not put into words what sunsets mean to me. Well, of course, I could. Just not in the words he’d somehow understand, and especially not in the words my mother, who was present at that time, would even begin to understand.

Sunsets, to me, are a constant reminder that, as cliche as it sounds, life is beautiful. I feel constantly lost in this world, unable to find my meaning, and I feel that somehow my existence is a cosmic anomaly. Sunsets take all those feelings away. Sunsets make me grateful. Grateful that, however insignificant I feel, I get to witness every day one of nature’s epic displays. And, as the sun touches the horizon, as the sky bursts into different magnificent hues of orange, I remember once again that life is worth living, I ought to give it a shot. To a thousand more sunsets!



Something Random


I’m the kind of girl who prefers planned things, so I very rarely do something out of the moment.


Last Sunday, about a week ago, K and and I went on a random morning hike. Well, more like a walkathon. The plan was only to go visit our dead relatives in the cemetery, but somehow we ended up X kilometers away from civilization. And being almost devoid of any sense of direction, I started getting pissed because it started feeling toooo far away.

You know that feeling where you still have a long, long way to go but it’s equally as far to go back? The sun was already so high up, I could feel it pricking my skin. I was wearing the wrong shoes so it was a nightmare stepping on rocks. But it felt good!


The view of the sky and mountains were amazing though my phone camera would never do justice to it. It was a pleasant change of scenery compared to the malls and buildings we’re used to.


Officially promising myself to do more of this at the right time of the day and with proper shoes. 🙂

Days Like This


I long for days like this

Sky covered up in clouds

Cold breeze on my skin


I long for days like this

Knowing life isn’t perfect

Yet I’m not falling apart


I long for days like this

Keeping my anxiety at bay

And not losing myself


I long for days like this

Where life’s uncertain

Yet there’s burning hope in me


I long for days like this

Where I may not be happy

Yet I’m not in a pool of tears

Here’s to more days like this




First Time Visiting an Elderly Home

“Some students get emotional and cry when they visit.”

Those were the words of one of my instructors in the caregiver training course that I’m currently taking. I laughed it off at that time not knowing I’d be one of those students.

“Grabe pud ni si Ma’am,” I said to myself.

It was a few weeks ago when our Care for the Elderly module came and our teacher decided to bring us to St. Joseph’s Golden Home Foundation, Inc. SJGH is a non-profitable foundation serving as a home for indigent and abandoned Filipino men and women aged 65 and up. It is, I believe, the only elderly home in the city of Cagayan de Oro.


Up until then, my only knowledge about elderly homes was based on what I see on movies and TV. I’ve never been to one. And if I hadn’t taken this course, I wouldn’t have known about there being one in our city. #CluelessGirl


Before we could walk through their doors, we were greeted enthusiastically by a very sweet and jolly lady, one of the residents there. Upon seeing the joy on her face, the genuine welcome she extended to us, I could feel my heart swell up for some unknown reason and I started to tear up. I tried controlling myself. I really did.

But before I knew it, the first of my tears fell as I desperately made my way to the back of our bunch. Luckily, I was not alone in taking refuge in the back while wiping tears away. A classmate, who upon seeing the Lola, remembered her own grandmother also made her way to the back in hiding.


Lola in the middle was the one who greeted us (Hate myself for forgetting her name)

Honestly, I don’t know what it was that made me cry. I had grandparents but, unlike my classmate, I was never super close to them. I went in there completely emotionless. I came out feeling like a different person.

Maybe it was because I expected to see grumpy old people who would love nothing else but for us to leave. Maybe I saw my grandparents and saw how much I missed and how much effort I didn’t make to get to know them. Maybe I saw my parents and my fear of them growing old and leaving me just overwhelmed me.


And… maybe I saw myself in them.

Old. Alone. No family.

I always tell myself that it’s totally fine to be alone. And a good part of me genuinely believes that. However, that day, I realized that I’m also terrified to spend the rest of my life alone.

Filipinos have a tight-knit, family-oriented culture. I grew up hearing people say that one should have kids so you won’t be alone. I get raised eyebrows whenever I tell people that I’m not sure if I want the package, husband and kids. Parents break their backs raising their children. Yet we have people like the lolos and lolas of SJGH who were abandoned by family and probably by their own kids. Really, this is a sore topic that has no exact and concrete solution.

I guess it was everything. All the reasons written above were what made me cry. You’d think that you’ve accepted the inevitability of old age until you see yourself in the eyes of the very warm lola who greeted you like you were her long lost grandchild. It’s truly heartwarming.

That day, I looked at my parents as if with a whole new set of eyes and I thanked God for them and prayed fervently for more time with them, for a chance to make them happy, for a chance to be a better daughter to them. And that night… I also prayed that maybe, just maybe, somewhere in this huge, chaotic world someone out there is waiting and praying for me.

30 Day Song Challenge: Day 30


Day 30 – A Song That Reminds You of Yourself

Unpretty by TLC

Year Released: 1999

So this song is about trying to change oneself for someone or society’s standard of beauty. And really… it’s sad and just so wrong. I guess I see myself in this song because my whole life I’ve been told that I’d be prettier if I lost a few pounds or the classic “You’re beautiful but…” And honestly? It’s a nightmare I haven’t gotten away from. But it’s all up to me, right?

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways but it’s all the same
At the end of the day I have myself to blame


Aaaand… it’s a wrap! I’ve done it! 30 straight days of blogging for this song challenge. As much as it stressed me out having to post every day, I loved doing this challenge as it made me do a little reflecting and a ton of reminiscing. 🙂 Most of my songs in the challenge are on the old side because for the life of me, I could never keep up with all the trendy and hip stuff in music. Nevertheless, I had fun sharing with you guys the songs that mean something to me! To all those who spent time to read my entries, thank you!!!

30 Day Song Challenge: Day 29


Day 29 – A Song That You Remember From Your Childhood

Fixing a Broken Heart by Indecent Obsession

Year Released: 1993 (?)

So this song may be a little heavy to be a childhood memory. There’s a story here. 🙂 I used to visit father’s hometown during summers as a kid. And there were days when I’d stay at grandparents’ house. Actually, I stayed there most of the time while my dad went to work. I had an older cousin who played a guitar and this was his favorite song to play on his guitar. I loved this song even though I had absolutely no idea what it meant. I was six or seven, I didn’t know anything about broken hearts let alone fixing it. Heck, I don’t even know how until now. 😀

You really know where to start
Fixing a broken heart
You really know what to do
Your emotional tools
Can cure any fool
Whose dreams have fallen apart
Fixing a broken heart


So I’m curious… what’s a song from your childhood? 🙂

30 Day Song Challenge: Day 28


Day 28 – A Song By An Artist With A Voice That You Love

Lost Boy by Ruth B.

Year Released: 2015

So Ruth B. is a recent addition to my list of singers whose voice I just looove and may or may not envy. 😀 Her voice just sounds so calm and soothing. Perfect for a cold night under a blank and just looking out the window and thinking about things like where to find happiness in this cruel, cruel world. Okay… I’ve gone too far. 🙂

Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free