People call me Rosie or Erika. I'm 18 and I'm afraid of starfishes, so be nice and don't you dare use it against me. I'm lazy every afternoon and acting is my passion.
I'm a sophomore Biology student in University of Santo Tomas and I'll be a cardiologist or a neurologist... soon. I'll grab the limelight, win an Oscar and then I'll travel the world for the rest of my life and discover a cure for cancer. To infinity & beyond!!!!!!
More than anything in the world, I am most thankful to you. Thank you for enduring me for the past 19 years and the extra years that you have poured all your energy towards me and my brothers. I can’t ever repay you for all your hardwork and sacrifices for me to live, to go to school, to buy me my favorites, to achieve my dreams, and to enjoy everything I have right now. Everyday, I pray for your safety and I pray for the angels to guide you and keep you happy because I won’t always be by your side to protect you and drive away the things that hurt you. You are the fire that burns me with love. You are my soft touch through a rough hitch. You are my glimpse of heaven that sprays me hope and courage. And I am beyond thankful to have you as a gift from God to me and our family. I love you Mama! You’re my hero. 😘
Love, Inday 💙💜💛 #NineteendihanKoNa
Thank you for last night bestie! 😘 Thank you for the great friendship. 😊 Stay as you are, the wonderful, extraordinary and sabog friend that I have! 👊 More opportunities are coming in your 19th year! Enjoy life, enjoy your last teen year! I love you! 💙💛💜 Happy birthday! With all the love I can give from my left and right ventricle and atrium, Rosie 💕
Doctors of the future… But for now let’s stick to fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals. 🐟🐸🐍🐔🐒
The Emphasis of Adjusting
I’ve lived in Manila for three years straight now and I still couldn’t find the hang that I could perfectly fit into. People here are so diverse that you hardly find someone that you could talk to without having them to judge you.
I know myself and I know my way of thinking. Sometimes I judge people hilariously and my friends won’t give a damn. Sometimes I make fun of my friends and in return, they make fun of me and we laugh out loud because not a single fuck was rendered.
In the past few years, I still haven’t gotten used to the melodramas my friends in here feel whenever they don’t feel at ease. My friends, you can’t easily joke them. You can’t just possibly poke fun at them and expect them to laugh out loud because they have ‘feelings.’ Well I have feelings too. And my high school friends so do too. But why are they different?
I guess I’ve just gotten so comfortable at making my high school friends miserable and them doing the same at me that I tend to do that on everyone I thought are my real friends. We have various definitions of friendships. For me, real friendship is being able to be honest and severe to people and you not worrying about hurting their feelings. I think real friendships talk about maturity. About understanding. About staying friends with them even when a billion times, you think they have hurt you. Unintentionally or not.
With my subject of friendships here in Manila? I am emphasizing my adjustment because my friends are the some of the nicest, sweetest, kindest (except for Paulo, but he’s fun to be with) people you’ll ever meet. Me? Logically, I shouldn’t belong. I backstab people ( of course, those I personally hate, and my friends hate) I hate (self-centered people). I judge people. Once I caught a person lying, I don’t trust them anymore. I don’t give second chances as well. I mean, I do. But not as fervid as the previous one. In short, I’m not nice nor sweet nor kind. So, it’s on me that I need to adjust. I tell you it’s not easy.
Everyday, I have to think about what I say. If my hs friends usually ignore it, in here, so many of them go silent, don’t talk to me for days and then out of nowhere, I just knew it’s because of me. See how rough that is? They held a grudge and I do not know in what certain point of conversation I had started to hurt them.
Right now, I’m on the verge of keeping each day a sacred day. Like I have to remind myself some things are not good. That’s not me anymore. I hope someday I’ll have the guts to have the courage and let go. But it’s hurting me more than it’s hurting them. Or maybe, it’s hurting them more than it’s hurting me. I blame diversification.