She’s slowly walking in the crowded hall filled with lovers slowly dancing to a romantic song. She’s nervous, this is her first time.
Elegance never worked for her but tonight, she really did her best. Flowing pink gown, a bit of jewelry and a little trip to a salon for a make over. It’s not as good as how she imagined it but it’s the closest she can get.
She saw him seated beside a window, giving them a breathtaking view of the city lights. Heart pounding faster and faster, she kept calm until she finally joined him in their table.
They talked about everything like they always used to. She knew this will be their second chance together. She already had this scenario in her head countless times before.
After having their dinner, he asked her to dance. They swayed sweetly, she smelled the same scent and memories came back. Memories of why they broke up before.
Back to their table, he finally said “I’m marrying her next month. We’re pregnant. ” Shocked, she can’t think of anything to say.
Who knew? They’ve been seeing each other again for the past four months. Who would’ve thought?
Right, she’s her best friend. She’s the bridesmaid.
Last May 6, 2016, I gave birth to my third (and last) child. Like his siblings, he was delivered via C-section and we needed to stay at the hospital for 4 days. Looking at my baby, like most (if not all) mothers, what I see is perfect, handsome little angel who loves to sleep a lot. Yep, even when his nappy’s full of poop, he’s still asleep. Even when all the babies are crying, he’s still sleeping. The only time he’s awake is if he’s going to eat.
Almost a week after we’re sent home, one of the nurses called us, she said there’s something they need to check on my baby and it’s about the result of his newborn screening. The next day, we’re back in the hospital and the nurse said the my baby’s result for CH (TSH) is slightly elevated and they need to redo the test. She showed me the result. Normal is 15, my son’s result is 15.18. I was confident that the second test will be OK ’cause my baby’s fine and it doesn’t look like anything’s wrong. Besides, .18 is not that much and it was taken when he was just 2 days old.
While she’s taking blood samples, I saw this poster comparing two kids with congenital hypothyroidism, one was treated early and the other one’s not.
I’ve been craving for new lipsticks for almost two weeks now and I kept on checking different brands and colors.
I’m not a make up junkie and I’m a bit color blind when it comes to lipsticks so I usually check reviews on a certain brand and specific hue before deciding. I usually check how a certain lip color look on other people and try to see if that lipstick would look good on me.
First off, I didn’t know that Ever Bilena have matte lipsticks so when reviews about it appeared, I got excited and wanted to try it right away. Like most girls here in Philippines, Ever Bilena was my first lipstick and make up brand so for me, those matte lippies are must-try so I bought mine from Mercury Drugstore.
It was a hot afternoon, my kids are sleeping and I finally got my few minutes “free time”.
Like most people my age, I usually waste my time looking at my Facebook news feed looking at what’s going on on other people’s lives, checking my batch mates and looking for new books on sale in my favorite online store.
After few minutes in it, I saw my cousin’s status update. The status that I’m going to share here is not the first status that inspired me in some way but this one hits me hard.
After reading this, I asked myself “Where am I good at? ” and I realized that there’s none. Yes, I can do many things but I’m not good at it.
At that moment, I tried remembering the things that I used to do every time. High school days was filled with reading books, drawing, story writing and cooking. All of the drawings and sketches that I have were stolen, I don’t even know what that guy would do to those simple drawings of animes. That deheartened me, I rarely made any new drawings or sketches aftert that. The stories that I wrote, on the other hand… well, I never get to finish any of those. And the notebook where I wrote them? It was lost too. Cooking is just so so, cant say I’m good at it too. College days, on the other hand, was filled with… procrastinating, sleeping, cutting classes and all those stuff. Hey! I still read books that time, even until now.
Well, how can I actually earn by reading books? I dont know. Is there anyone who’s actually “good” at reading books?