We stepped at Twin Rock Beach Resort equipped with little knowledge and experience to win the battle that lies ahead of us.

For a week, we were able to practice and review on our specific events. But there would be times when we 

would simply choose movie marathons over practice, concert-like shows than review and talking and blabbering stuffs than thinking about the press con. We were simply careless and relax amidst the pressure and stress we were feeling. We didn't know what would happen or what would come out of our week-long practice and review which weren't really enough. We both hoped for the best and expected the worst.

"Umasa baka manalo," we would often say. And yes, we hoped and we won as CHAMPIONS!! :))) We didn't give up. We believed!

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# I hope this isn't too late yet to congratulate everyone for a job well done. THANK YOU for the memories we have shared.
CONGRATULATIONS LABORATORIANS!!! :)))


Once a Laboratorian, always a Laboratorian!

Tagged:Dhrei Gianan,Jude Krisson Toledo,Alyssa Bagadiong,Rini Conztantin Avila,Anne Marie Sosito,Marko Rey S. Tapel,Franco Ysrael Tapel,Josette Refugio,Mariele Columna,Jojie Frias, Christine Joy Porte, Carmel Joy Lacson, Carmela Andes, Janster Bonavente, Godfrey Evasco, Kristine Marinelle Sy, Cyl Gellaine Tablada, Zekiel Urgel, Lovely Mae Reyes, Erwin Ian Torrena, Jhon Clifford Oniong, Jason Eusebio, Joy Mariano, Angie Gianan, Daniel Magdaraog, Ma. Nena Vital, Emae Lim.

Thank you also Meo Somido!!! Thanks for the time and effort to help us in this endeavor.

To our supportive coaches, Ms. Zyra Mae Tomagan and Mrs. Josephine Tomagan, THANK YOU FOR THE GUIDANCE AND COACHING.. :)))))))))))))))))))))))))

Thanks also to Mam Rosana Abundo and to the DALIWAWA. :)))

And above all, thank you God for Your divine guidance.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL BLESSING. Thank youuuuuuu!!! :*****


Photo Credit: Christine Joy Porte

A Friend Behind a Stranger’s Face

             “A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.” 
                
               I read as I stared at my Tumblr blog. I thought of Czarina out of nowhere. Then for a moment my summer memories went back. White and black pictures of me and my summer friend appeared in my mind playing in a slideshow motion like my mind had suddenly become a mini-theatre house. And I remembered myself standing next to her whispering the word that’s the last thing I’d love to say- Goodbye. Every memory went fast until it stopped where everything had started. Alas! I found myself reminiscing the moment when I had first looked at the girl that changed my life forever.

                It was April 1, 2012- my first night in Davao. I was a participant of the four-day 2012 National Youth Science, Technology and Environment Summer Camp. We were housed at Malagos Garden Resort, a sprawling 12 hectare nature theme garden with a rich diversity of flora and fauna. After the dinner, we proceeded to the hall for the Opening Program. It had been spectacular with jaw-dropping performances of college students and graduates from University of the Philippines (UP), University of Sto. Tomas (UST) and Ateneo de Manila University(ADMU). I can see the effort and time they have put into it so everything will be perfect.

                The 1,254 high school students (including me) and 54 teachers nationwide were grouped as the Sub-camp Congregation started. I ended up in Sub-camp Two-MomenTWO with Ate Shami as the facilitator. Like last year, I had no schoolmate at all. I began to expect that the camp will turn out like the other one-boring, little fun and adventure and that’s one thing I didn’t knew I’d be wrong about.

We introduced ourselves and then played games so we could socialize and get to know each other. In one game, Ate Shami grouped as into two. Each member of one group has to guess the person from the other group who will tell another name after him. If he happens to guess it right, that person after him will be eliminated. The group winner will be declared after all the members of the other group have been removed.

                  In that game, I met her. Her name is Czarina. She is taller than me and has a long hair. She is neither someone who stands out from the crowd nor a drop dead gorgeous lad. But there’s something about this girl that pulled me to her. (Hold on! I’m not talking about a love-at-first sight moment. I’m not a lesbian. I thank you.) There’s something that makes me befriend and be close with her. It must be her charisma or her simplicity. Whichever is, I introduced myself to her. She did the same with a friendly smile on her face. She is from Agusan del Sur. She is an upcoming senior student like me.

For the next days, Czarina and I got closer. We were seatmates during lectures. We were both active during workshops. During leisure hours, we talked and laughed with Camil, Ate Shobe, Kyle and Samantha. The six of us were like the closest in our subcamp. Camil is simply pretty but she’s true. She even told us that she has a boyfriend. Some people tried to hide the fact that they’re taken so they won’t be misjudged but not Camil. That’s what I love best about her. She is proud that she loves someone and despite of her young age, she is already in a relationship with that guy. She just smiled when she learned that she is the only person who is not single anymore in the group. Ate Shobe is hilarious, on the other hand. She seems to has a big heart with her size. (Aye. I knew you got the idea. Yes, she’s fat.) Kyle is the closest guy friend that I had in my sub-camp. He’s intelligent and has a fashion sense. Samantha is younger but she seems to be more matured than me. We got along well since like me, she is a Wattpad reader and a bookworm, too. She was the one who narrated to me the Hunger Games. For two days, they had been my dinner buddies. After exhausting ourselves to the workshops, dinner with them always relieves me. Their jokes cracked me up. I never thought I could meet people like them. Imagine- 7,107 islands and I had the chance to meet these five crackheads but awesome persons. “No friendship is an accident,” they say. Then that means they are really destined be my acquaintances.

Third day came so fast. Since the Field Trip will be on the next day, we had to find a buddy already. I thought of asking Czarina if she could be my buddy but shyness overtook me. What if she rejects me? Czarina called me and I found her behind me. She did what I was supposed to do. My heart leaped. I smiled really wide and said yes to her.

                    Time flew fast and it was last day of camp already. The field trip will be in the morning until in the afternoon. The Pledge Night and Awarding Ceremonies will follow after. Unfortunately, I had to miss the last two so I can go back home in time before the Black Saturday. Czarina was somehow disappointed with the news. I smiled with the thought.

                   During the Field Trip, we took pictures of the places we visited. She took pictures of the both of us. During roadtrips, we talked and talked nonstop. She taught me Visayan terms while I taught her Bicol words. We also promised to return to Davao sometime in the future. Oh how I wish we could both keep that promise.

                    
                     When we returned to Malagos, we separated from the group because I’d be leaving soon in the next hours.  We ate Cornetto Disc in the canteen. It was my first time-first time to eat that kind of ice cream and first time to escape from the group to have an “alone” time with a close friend I just met three days ago. Everything’s first time yet indeed, it felt so great. Truly, that moment was a memory worth keeping.

                     We went back to our rooms and I packed-up my things. Before I rode the van to the airport, I hugged her and bade goodbye. It was hard to do, I swear. In that moment, I wished time would stop so I don’t have to leave her yet.  I wanted an extension so I could be with her longer, eat more Cornetto Disc’s with her and chat with her more. But my wish was not granted. Everything ends. I just thought that maybe we would part ways but the memories we have made together will be in our hearts and minds wherever we go.

                       In the car, I reminisced again the moments I had with Czarina. I thought of her smiles, her laughter, her simplicity and her truthfulness. I thought of how she made me smile at random moments. She had been my best friend back in the camp. Czar had treated me like she knew me long enough. She is not pretentious. She shows her true self to others. When I did the same, she wholly accepted me. Two minutes of getting acquainted on the first day and instantly, we clicked. It was like our friendship was born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” I had been right when I guessed that a friend is waiting in that stranger’s face of her that very moment I saw her.

I knew then that the best thing about the camp is not that I had visited Davao for the first time, not that I had seen eagles with my own eyes for the first time or that I ate Cornetto Disc for the first time. It was meeting a friend and doing those things mentioned with her. It is knowing that a person you never knew you would meet suddenly became your Buddy and now that you parted ways, you will miss her and she will miss you back. It is knowing that in one summer camp, you happened to meet a girl so true to herself and to others, someone worth admiring and someone you could keep as a friend.

                         I came back to my old self. My phone beeped suddenly. I smiled. It was a message from Czarina. It says “Hi Buddy! Kumusta na?” Friendly and alive so ever, that was the Czarina I met two months ago and the Czarina I am looking forward to meeting again.

Hindi Ko Siya Kilala

                      Ngumiti ako at sa pagngiti kong iyon, nakita ko sa salamin ang isang dalagitang nakangiti pabalik sa akin. Peke at halatang pilit lamang ang ngiting iyon- ngiting nagpapahiwatig ng pagod, hirap at pagkabigo na pinagdaraanan niya marahil ngayon. Ito’y isang ngiti ng nalalapit ng pagsuko sa buhay. Naawa ako sa kanya at sa tuwang pinipilit niyang  ipinta sa kanyang mukha kahit pa pakiramdam niya’y pasan niya ang mundo. Nakakalungot lang isipin na ang ngiting iyon ay mula sa isang taong kabisadong-kabisado ko ang pangalan at pigura ng katawan. Pero kung sino siya talaga, iyon ay hindi ko alam. Higit pang nakakalungkot isipin na dapat kilalang-kilala ko siya dahil pilit ko mang iwaksi sa aking isipan, ang taong iyon at ako ay iisa.

                        Hindi ko siya kilala. Hindi ko alam kung anong nais niyang gawin sa buhay niya o kung sino ba talaga ang gusto niyang maging balang-araw. Ang tanging alam ko ngayon ay ang kasaysayan ng buhay niya. Alam ko ang kuwento sa likod ng ngiti ng babaeng iyon sa sarili kong salamin. Naroon ako sa mga panahong umiyak siya dahil sa pagkabigo sa lahat ng aspeto ng buhay- sa buhay-pag-aaral, sa buhay- pag-ibig at sa buhay mismo. Nakita ko kung paano siya manliit sa harap ng mga tao pagkatapos niyang matamaan ng bato sa mukha nang hindi sinasadya ang kanyang kaklase. Kitang-kita ko kung paano siya lumundag sa tuwa nang sabihin ng kanyang mga magulang na sa Virac na siya mag-aaral. Alam niyang sa paraang iyon matatakbuhan niya ang nagawa niya. Nasaksihan ko kung paano siya magalit nang lihim sa mga taong sumalungat sa kanya nang minsang sinabi niyang Journalism ang nais niyang kuning kurso sa kolehiyo. Nakita ng dalawa kong mata lahat ng panahon na kinamuhian niya ang mga taong nasa paligid niya at magpanggap para lang matanggap nila.

                        Sa pagbabalik-tanaw ko sa labing-apat na taong samahan namin ng babaeng iyon sa salamin, nakaramdam ako ng matinding lungkot at awa dahil hinayaan ko siyang maging kung sinuman siya ngayon. Hinayaan kong maging malihim, mapagbalatkayo at sinungaling ang babaeng iyon. Hinayaan ko siyang mawalan ng sariling boses at maging sunud-sunuran sa mga taong nais siyang diktahan. Hinayaan ko siyang magsinungaling at paniwalain ang kanyang sarili na napakaganda ng buhay bagama’t alam niyang niyang hindi. Nais ko siyang kaawaan at pandirihan! Pero kahit gaano ko man ito kagustong gawin, hindi ko magawa dahil bahagi ako ng kanyang pagkatao sapagkat kaming dalawa ay iisa.  

                       Pero uulitin ko, hindi ko siya kilala. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na agad sumusuko sa mga hamon ng buhay. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na basta-bastang tinalikuran ang mga taong iniwan siya na para bang walang nangyari. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na tinatakasan na lamang ang mga balakid sa buhay o kung hindi man ay hinaharap ito nang mag-isa. Hindi ko kilala ang taong iyon na hindi marunong magmahal sa kanyang sarili.

                       Natigilan ako at bigla kong napagtanto na dapat pala masaya ako para sa kanya dahil sa puntong ito naisulat niya ang katotohanan sa isang sanaysay . Alam kong sa wakas, pinili niyang magpakatotoo sa sarili.Hangang-hanga ako dahil nagawa niyang aminin sa kanyang sarili at sa inyo na hindi siya perpekto at isa lamang siyang taong makasalanan din. Siya nga pala, kilala ko nang muli ang babae sa aking salamin dahil ang dating siya na nagpapakatotoo ay nagbalik na. Kilalang-kilala ko siya dahil gaya nga ng sabi ko, kaming dalawa ay iisa.

Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen

           In the 15 years of my existence in this world, I have learned many truths about life. But if there is really a truth about life that had made my world stop spinning like everything is hopeless, it would be this one heartbreaking truth- To live is not easy.

            When I was young, life is so beautiful. I imagined he world is a very big playground to me where I can play whenever I like to. I can play with anyone I knew. I can befriend and trust anyone because everyone is kind and helpful.  I thought back then that the only depressing situation that I can experience is being scolded by my parents just because I lied. I was taught to smile often, to follow your parents because they knew the best, to sleep longer to grow taller, to respect people so they’ll do the same, to study harder and be in the top so I can make everyone proud of me and to love others so they will love me back.

          Being naive is happiness because you don’t know a single bitter thought about life. You walk in the streets like everyone is fine to be with. You smile because you’re happy. Your mind is full of blissful thoughts. You were careless and you seem to be fine with that. You only knew the beautiful side of life but when you start to grow older, the gloomy side unfolds.

           Change is inevitable. And everytime your age increases, the number of facts and truths about life that you know increases as well. No matter how beautiful and colourful the world is for you before, it will change the moment you step outside your comfort zone and see the real world for yourself. And you were shocked because when you begun to stand up with your own feet, you realize that life isn’t colourful. It is hazy with shades of gray.  And you knew right then that you have lived half of your life in lies. You learn that life is not a playground where you play for fun or a castle where guards guard you because you are the princess. Instead, it is a battlefield where you fight for your life. As a matter of fact, you have no guards other than yourself.  You learn that you can never play with anyone. You have to choose scrupulously whom to trust and be with. Some people are ostentatious users who take advantage of other people for their benefits. You have to be careful. And actually, the most depressing situation you can ever put yourself into is when you tried to put that little curve into your lips but you failed because you knew that deep inside you, you are slowly tearing into pieces. And so you knew that you have to smile to look strong and firm, people are not perfect especially your parents, sleeping longer doesn’t increase your height, reaching the top doesn’t make people be proud of you- it only makes them expect more from you and lastly, loving a person so much is never a guarantee that he will also love you the way you do.

                You knew these things and then you look around. You see happy faces and smiles. People are hugging, cuddling and even kissing. And you start to wonder why the heck they put their mouths to the mouths of people who will hurt them later on. And then you fall in love. You experience these things for yourself. You feel like a child again everytime you feel butterflies in your stomach or when your heart beats faster like a drum. And you experience things you usually don’t. And you smile wide like crazy. And you daydream and you sleep late. And there is always this one guy in your mind whenever and wherever you are. And you started to believe that maybe life is still wonderful. And love.. oh love.. The four word letter that completes you.

                And you grew one year older and that jerk cheated on you. And you feel sad and pessimistic again. But this time, it is worse. You feel suicidal. You wanna give up because you experienced a heartbreak for the first time. And you describe yourself as a person existing but not living. You feel like a robot-lifeless. And you thought again how hard it is to live and how cruel this world really is. And you listen to music and sleep longer because you knew that the dreamland is the only escape you have.

                And you meet another lad again. And you started to open up your heart for the second time. You knew he can hurt you but you take chances because maybe, just maybe, he is different- that he wouldn’t hurt or leave you like what the first one did.. that he could actually love you forever like what he constantly told you. But then again, you failed. You are the loser for the second time around in this game called love. And you promised yourself that you would never be vulnerable again. You became strong so people could never hurt you again. You acted like you don’t have a heart so they won’t break yours.  And you became okay with that. You are fine with your walls high up and your heart closed tightly. And you even practiced the art of lying, faking smiles and pretending. You started to adapt and fit in until you became another person. And then you don’t know yourself anymore. And then you were lost like a puppy wandering around, searching for his owner. The only difference is that the puppy is searching for his owner who is to be found. On the other hand, you are searching for a person, your older self, who was long lost gone.

And now, you’re waiting for someone to find that older version of you. But is there someone there who would take all the risks to make you happy and be with you? Hm. You don’t know but you hope so. You want to believe there is. Maybe. Just maybe.

When something is gone, you do everything to get it back while tightly holding to the things left to you.

- When Things Go Wrong by dalagangpilya 

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. #TFIOS

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
-dancewithdeath.tumblr.com

I can’t leave you alone
When I close my eyes
like the falling stars
I should drink up the light of the moon too
for an eternity called darkness
This world is a Masquerade
A ball where souls made to wear masks dance
Embracing the real you that only your eyes reflect
I fall into fate

-moonshivers.tumblr.com

“the unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” — chuck palahniuk

Here We Go Again

It is scorching hot but I am freezing cold. I feel excruciating but I manage to hurriedly run as fast as I can to the nearest restroom. In a spur of the moment, I find myself inside my chosen “escapade“ room locking the door knob gently.  I want to be sure that no one could see me as I begin to unravel the weaker side of me. I want nothing but silence and right now, this place is the only haven that could offer me that.

There is no water dripping in the sink but when I look down, I see a little spot in my pink blouse that’s getting darker. Slowly, I raise my head and look at the clear large mirror in front of me only to see a girl crying. She appears dreadful whenever I see her in that state-watery eyes, shaking hands with lost composure and grimace all over her face. She seems to be ruined and fragile more than anything.

Here we go again.  That girl is crying alone again like she used to. She looks as weak as me, as pretentious as me. Well, she is me and in turn, I am her.

 With shivering hands, I wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks. I feel a stab in my chest whenever a tear hit her face. I feel empathy, melancholy but most of all, hatred knowing of how weak she is. I disgust her for always sacrificing her happiness and not voicing out her true feelings. I loathe her for being a coward, a voiceless individual and a poker-faced person. Oh how I want to slap her face to wake her up but I opt not to for she is already hurting. And the fact that she is shattering into pieces is breaking me into pieces, as well.

I eye her as she softly strokes her fingers in her ruined hair. I stare at her as she washes her face with soap and water. But you can still tell, she just cried. Her cold eyes say it all. As I look into her frigid eyes through the mirror, I feel absorbed by an unexplained force. And in a snap of a finger, I see the things just happened awhile ago like flashbacks but not of memories but of nightmares. I let her eyes fathom me and tell me the story that struck her heart one more time.

Pause...Backward.. Play.. Yes, here we go again.

We were eating a sumptuous dinner when suddenly, the topic of who will finally join the contest (I want to stay unnamed) popped out. Those who haven’t joined the Philippine Science Olympiad will surely join it, making me out of the option for them. I insisted that I wanted to but they told me I already joined PSO. I uttered no word. Silence was my answer but after a second, I nod as a sign of defeat. If it only takes just one truth to let me down, at that moment it was that truth that it was my cowardice that made my dream to join that contest fade away.

                I have pride. If they don’t want me then don’t. I don’t insist myself to someone who wants to be better off without me. But I knew wrong for I have never thought that this was not actually about pride. This was about my chance-my last chance in my whole life- to join that contest. This was about me and that contest. I was dumb for not realizing it earlier. I lost that chance. I failed again.

The next morning, the contest was held.  In the afternoon, the awarding ceremonies came into order. My heart was beating fast. My hands were shivering. I know what to expect about the PSO- that we will not win. It did happen but it’s not what my shivering hands are for. It’s for the I-had-never-joined-this-never-like-ever contest.

The problem is that I knew that they had a greater chance of winning. It may not seem like a major problem but for me, it is. I was in a state of confusion. My mind is battling on whether I should think of the school’s glory or my heart’s emotions. I don’t know what to think anymore and I knew even I do, the final laugh is still on fate. No matter how determined I am to pick the second less hurtful way of dealing with the situation, the decision is not on my hands. I was hopeless from the very start, wasn’t I?

“And the results for the *insert name* contest are the following..”  As a few names of school were called, my heart raced faster.

“The second place is…” Not again. My school was not yet called. Just wow. I never thought their chance of this winning is great which makes the pain even greater. They won’t lose, I knew that.  I hold onto myself for the final blow. Incoming pain of intensity of 100000000000 in 3…2…1…

“And the first place for this year’s  *name of contest* is…” The announcement came just in time with my countdown.   Subconsciously, each word became bizarre for me. As if like a way of adaptation, I heard the EMCEE spoke in Greek language. My brain processed again the information received from the sensory nerves of my ears.  Putting an end to my self-denial, my brain finally realized the big news. THEY WON. AS. CHAMPIONS.  Just great.  NOT.

I gazed at them while they went up the stage. I knew they would make it. They would get the shining shimmering glittering golden Philippine Society of Youth Science Clubbers (PSYSC) medals which are hanging on their neck right now.  They were very proud of it.

With shaking hands, I clapped softly pretending to be happy. I am always good at self-deception because pretence happens to be my middle name. I smiled awkwardly just to let them know that I am proud. Really, I am proud. But that was a half-lie for I am partly proud, partly- jealous. I could have been more proud if I don’t have this pang of jealousy right here in my heart. Well, who would not be envious to them when you have always dreamed of joining that contest but you can’t always join? Tell you what, for the second time I failed to join that contest.

While I stared at them while they were busy taking pictures of themselves, I cried a cry of defeat. I cried of pain and of loss. I cried not of tears but unspoken words. I cried loudly and roaring. I cried deep inside but with still that poker face I am known to have.

Pause.. Forward.. Play..  Finally, Here We Go Again

Looking back at the mirror, I saw her lips curving. She was trying to smile. Yet she failed.

 That girl, oh how she wants to be the wanted, the needed. She wants to be important, to have value in the eyes of others. She wants to be the source of admiration and of beauty. She wants people to search for her and not the other way around. She wants to be like the sun that without her, the galaxy is not on its constant balance. She wants people to need her light that will make them live. She wants people to want her to light their paths. She wants to be just like the sun- beautiful, enormous and needed. She wants to and soon enough, she will.

With her continuous losses, she can’t afford to see herself fall down again. She will rise again and like the sun, she will shine dazzlingly up high. By that time, whenever she speaks of  here-we-go-again’s, she speaks of sweet beautiful flashbacks of success and not nightmares of failures.

Choices Make You

         I really wanna spill everything here. :)) So the story goes this way...

Hi! I'm Rochelle Ann Molina. I go by the name Roann Molina in Facebook and Tumblr. I hide by that name though close people still know me. Well enough of my name.. let's focus on my story..

Hi again! I'm Rochelle. Btw, have you heard of academic pressure? That's what I'm currently experiencing right now.. Hmm..

     When I was a soon-to-be  freshman, I dreamed of studying at CNHS but since our house is nearer to CSC, I was pushed to study there. I really wanted to flunk that exam just so I could study in CNHS with my bestfriends but they threatened me that they would send mo to Baras if that happens. So I did great in the exam because I had no choice.. And by great I mean I-JUST-TOPPED-IT.. Well, I didn't quite expected it so I was happy..My self-esteem got more. During the first days of my schooling there, people already knew me and unexpectedly, I got the 1st place during the 1st grading period. that continued until March. For four straight grading periods, I got hold on to number 1. My grip was tight and as if I own the number, I took care of it. It was my life. And getting my name close to it gave me ecstasy.

      When I was a sophomore, I had experienced this rollercoaster ride to one. My enemy to the rank grabbed my lucky number making me stoop to number two. It was okay. Just fine. I'm still breathing. Hmmm..

     Junior year came and I snatched again the rank. It was happiness, knowing that you have the capability to have it again. 

     So finally.. here the final round.. The Senior Year..

     I realized I was tired of studying and keeping my rank. I was absent from school for a week because I wanted to breathe to know myself of what I really want..

     And I realized I should think of life first before studies because I was human and not just grade conscious girl.

    And that..that choice made me third on the ranking. It affected me so much. People here and there had so much to say. I HATE ANALGEOM because it always ruin my card. And recently, I got a low average  in my quizzes. >.<

    So help me God because honestly, I still wanted one. I still want it but I still want to live as well.

    I did my choice. I have to stand for it. It makes me. Hmmm.. Did I say more???

I'll be more free in telling my stories here than ever. :))) Thanks Blogger!! \m/ Just random posts to get me on the mood.

Love.

Blogging here at Blogger makes you breathe because there is freedom. In Tumblr, more likely you'll be reblogging pictures but here ORIGINALITY with a capital O. :))) Love Blogger. <3 

I have no time yet to copy all my works in Tumblr so here's my link. Just one click and you'll read my articles..

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The Domino Effect in Love

           “I live living the land of the free and I like how it feels when you lean on me. Ever since you wondered into my back yard, I’ve dropped my resistance and lowered my guard. You’ve got the pieces of my heart all in a row. Knock one down and the whole thing goes,” as the song Domino Theory of Love goes.

            There is a domino effect in almost everything. Things are connected and through a chain reaction, one change will lead to another. Mostly, domino effect is considered as a series of unfortunate events except for love. The best feeling in the world is falling in love. And when you love, you feel like you’re in heaven. So would you still consider love as unlucky and unfortunate? I’m sure you won’t no matter how hurt you’ll get.

THE BEGINNING OF THE FALL

         The first domino falls as you see for the first moment the person of your attraction. You suddenly wanted him because of his physical attributes-his smirks and smiles, his addictive smell, his six-packed abs, his towering height, his Mario Maurer-look. The time he speaks, you eventually hear his sexy voice. Voila!  You began to desire him. Since desire is the start of love, the beginning of the fall takes place. And then one thing leads to another.

TOPPLING DOMINOES

  

            Because you are interested on him, you do efforts to get to know him. You may take his e-mail ad, add him on Facebook, follow him on Twitter and ask for his cellphone number. When things get smooth between you two, you start dating. After your sweet talks and day-to-day communication, you know that you have certain similarities with each other. Because of that, you feel compatible. You thought you’d make a great couple and so you decide to change your status from single to in a relationship.

WHEN THINGS FELL, NO ONE’S GONNA CATCH

            You are happy being with him. Those kisses in forehead, sweet talks, roses and chocolates, cuddles and hugs, sudden love banats make you fall deeper. But things get tough and out-of-hand. You break up. That event is not just caused by I-fall-out-of-love-with-him cliché. There are a million ways to kill a cat just as there are numerous reasons why you call it off. It maybe because he is bad tempered always, he has no time for you lately or he physically harms you. We don’t know why but I’m sure there are more reasons to that break-up.

THE DOMINOES FELL BUT THE PAIN STAYS

            Things are not yet finished just because you finish that relationship with him. Due to that break-up with that someone you seriously loves, you feel pain, sadness and undescribed longing for him to want you back again. That’s why you feel lazy and unproductive. You always cry during nights causing you to feel fatigue and lack of sleep.

BUILD THE DOMINOES BACK AGAIN

             “When you lost in the game, you rise up and build yourself back again.”  You realize that someone out there is better than him and that he’s more deserving to you than that jerk. You fall in love again. You know that the domino effect may happen again but you simply don’t care. If there is a cause, there is an effect. Likewise, if you risk in love, maybe you’ll feel complete in the end.

             “The domino theory of love it only takes a shoveI fall….you fall. We’ve got to keep our defenses up. That’s the domino theory of love. The game of romance is a balancing act. Two steps forward and one step back. Take a liberty, give a little ground. Next thing you know you’ll be sliding on down. When it comes to sorting out our hearts and our minds, we’re all a couple push overs standing in line.”

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