when vanity will get you killed

Okay, okay, I get that #selfie is a trend these days but should anyone really be too engrossed as to get killed because of it? The past days my twitter feeds are flooded with pictures of couples in the middle of the street holding hands, all sweet and uncaring of the world around them. They’re happy, that’s great. But let me just remind you guys that whether the shot is brilliant or not is not necessarily the problem of the driver or DRIVERS passing by that lane. It’s a road- FOR CARS.

It was like this

or this

or this

*calming down* Since Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and other social networking and blogging sites have dominated the lives of every netizen *including me*, we’ve seen all kinds of reckless posted online. Pictures and videos of people hanging off a cliff, plopping on the bed head first, racy twerking all over the streets, romantic pictures taken in the middle of nowhere or in the midst of a bustling crowd of people, they’ve all graced our news feed at some point. These are all just expected consequences of having the internet so accessible to half the global population, if not more.

I am in no position, nor do I want to be, to judge what’s ‘too much’, ‘too racy’ or ‘too vain’ because it’s very relative but there are instances that are universally UN*friggin*ACCPETABLE and I think we’re all smart enough to know which ones these are. Like for example, standing in the middle of EDSA (a very congested road) or the national highway without any permit just to take a couple of pictures to post on instagram and hashtag selfie is bollocks. I don’t care which continent you’re from, you don’t do that. You’re gonna get people killed. The moral of this story is to know the limits of your vanity especially if it already affects more than just yourself.


biking frustration

biking frustration

One of my few childhood frustrations, riding a bike.

I remember an entire summer of trying then falling off until I finally fell in a sewer. OUCH! I could have lived with the bruises but the stink took some time to wear off. My grandparents couldn’t stop laughing.

That was the end of my trying to ride a bike narrative. I was never allowed anywhere near that bike for the rest of the summer break.

so stereotypical


hot cheerleading blonde

toned, jerk of a guy jock

stuttering dork

fiery, all hell will break lose redhead

self righteous honor student

save the world humanitarian

leather jacket wearing bad boy

Why have we allowed the world to brand us? Put us into cliques and categories, that yes, may in some ways be accurate but in more ways are not. Why can’t the school clown also be the hot jock or the crazy overachiever also the fun party girl? You’re more than one thing and allowing yourself to suppress the diverse parts of your personality is not fair to you or the world deprived of the things you could have done.

I hate that because I’m the someone who reads Plato and obsesses over current events, I’m instantly branded as a geek which I am by the way but that’s not all I am. Sadly, that’s all people wanna hear about because that’s the brand. How often to we hear rumormongers talk about subjects of their conversations as that girl who failed Math, that boy who plays football, the kid with a limp? Really? Of all the facets a person could have, there’s only one that would be his label for the rest of his life.

I know it’s discouraging to be more than the name, the label, the handle but no one is ever just one thing. That’s beauty of being human, we’re so diverse and we have to honor that regardless of what society dictates us to be. I am a rational, book loving, history-obsessed non conformist who also happens to love art and travel and spontaneity. It’s oxymoronic and probably confusing to those who haven’t met me but that’s just who I am.

I’ve lived too long trying to choose one side of me over the other, reeling one in as I explore the other. You shouldn’t have to make that choice so I’m telling you right now, don’t do it. Don’t compromise because your label limits you.


no to stereotype

You are beyond labels and stereotypes.

You’re you.


like looking in the mirror

with my little sister

We have so much in common and yet we’re very different.


-People say I come off too strong and you too shy.

-You’d rather endure and I’d rather stand up and fight.

-I live for the moments I travel alone and you hate even just waking up alone.

We share

-the love of books

-the creative soul that drives us to write, draw, paint and take  pictures

-the absolute obsession over seafood and pasta

-the appreciation for indie music

-the yearning to watch all the latest movies

-the geeky love for comic books and their movie franchises

-the spontaneity for travel and the adventurous heart for experiencing other cultures

-a steady disposition about the things we hate and love

I guess God knew what he was doing when, 10 years after I was born, mom conceived you little sis.