While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.
All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
I Am Raxel Kaye Batuigas Cahilig
I'm 20 years old and there's no need to ask if it's true.
I study at Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Marikina PLMar Junior Taking Up The Bachelor of science in Tourism Management.
I live somewhere I won't tell. ♥
I'm Enthusiastic, Peaceful, Sensitive, Lazy, Sweet, and Cheerful.
I'm an honest person as much as I am a secretive person too.
I'm insecure, but not easily hurt.
I'm often alone, but rarely lonely
I'm easily bored, and easy to entertain.
I'm always busy, yet I'll always be there when needed.
I'm always perfectionist myself and try to correct all the mistakes I make.
I'm always surrounded by my Friends and Family, I adore those people.
I Love laughing too and see other people laughing.
I don't follow any stereotypes, I have my own style.
Dumb questions get sarcastic answers, I swear a lot.
People that Overrate themselves.
People making fun of other people with no reason.
People trying to offend me to make themselves feel better.
Pic captions which are written just to get people's attention.
People who ignore other peoples feelings.
People who can't handle their rejection and blame others for their own mistakes.
People stare at me on the streets.
I really get pissed off when people overuse "LOL" or anything related to "LOL".
Which means, I have nothing else to say.
I Listen to Music a lot, but It's definitely not my life.
My Favorite is NeverShoutNever specifically Christofer Drew Ingle.♥
But I don't treat it as my religion. I am Catholic and I love God.
So drop me a line, I won't bite. Hard ;)
Bakit hindi natin matawag na malandi ang limang sardinas na nagsisiksikan sa isang lata? Araw-gabi sila-sila lang naman ang magkakasama. Bakit hindi natin matawag na malandi ang langgam na nakikipaghalikan sa bawat nyang makasalubong? Bakit hindi natin matawag na malandi ang ulan na lagi na lamang nafo-fall sa daan, sa dahon, sa bubong, o sa bumbunan? Bakit hindi natin matawag na malandi ang alon na lagi na lamang bumabalik sa pampang kahit alam nyang lagi syang ipinagtatabuyan? Baaakkkiiiiiittt?