Friday, I'm In Love: I Want to be Just Like Her When I Grow Up
I'm five years old and it's the age of three little girls made with sugar, spice, and everything nice with a little dose of Chemical X, cowardly dogs, and talking cows and chickens. I tell you all about my adventures with them in Dexter's lab using made up words that don't really make sense, yet you look at me filled with genuine curiosity, listening intently at the wide-eyed girl with an out of this world imagination. She made me believe in the spirit of Santa Claus with gifts and letters straight from North Pole. She's just as imaginative as the little kid in the tiny, red Hello Kitty raincoat—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'm seven years old and I get my leg stuck in a swing on the first day of first grade. I can't walk and the doctor tells me that I have to get my leg wrapped up in a cast for a few months. All my friends run straight of the classroom during recess and lunch for a quick game of hopskotch, but you—you stay with me from 7:30 AM to 1:30 PM—making sure that I'm never lonely when the bell rings and the classroom lights dim. She's loving and caring—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'm twelve years old and feel like I know everything there is to know about the world. I say no all the time, refuse to listen to anything that you say, and lash out every time things go awry. You get mad, but mostly sad. But you don't fight back. You always listen, and you never ever lash out on me. She's patient, but more importantly forgiving—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'm sixteen years old and have never felt this lonely in my whole life. I'm uncertain about the future and for the first time in my life, I don't know what to do. All I know is I don't want to go home and celebrate my sixteenth birthday without him. But I walk in to a fluffy Japanese cheesecake on the table and you sing "Happy Birthday" with the biggest and bravest smile on your face when I know deep inside you're breaking. She's the strongest woman I've ever known—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'm eighteen years old and everyone's worried that I'm going to go all-out crazy in college with booze and wild nights out. You told me "I trust you" and I went ahead and went all-out crazy on my eighteenth birthday anyway. You look sad—disappointed even—when I get home still dizzy because of the twelve shots. But you talk to me like I'm nowhere near woozy with zero anger and judgment. I don't know how she does it, but she's understanding—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
I'm twenty-two now and finding my place in the world. I don't tell you stories about the old man with a long beard in the red suit nor do I hang out in Bikini Bottom anymore. Instead, I spend most of my time out and about in the streets of Manila while you hang out in front of the black laptop that never endingly blasts Coldplay and Taylor Swift songs. We may not see eye to eye all the time and we may fight like cats and dogs every other day, but your Facebook page says it all. Along with the teddy bear videos you never get tired of sharing are photos of not-so distant memories and current works of your Janelle. She's crazy, but cool—I want to be just like her when I grow up.
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19 year old pharmacy student-businesswoman from Pampanga. I, Kimberly Chaile D. Ocampo, started planning my own business back when I was 18 years old. Despite being a student, that did not stop me to work and start up something for me to earn my own money. I was also influenced by my parents who are both hands on when it comes to the marketing world. I have decided to start my own mini restaurant/fast food restaurant recently (Feb 2020) and it was named as “Hungry Hubb”. From the word itself which is “Hungry” we thought of something that would give people the biggest hint that we sell food.
Because of the sudden quarantine, every store was forced to close for our own safety that is why there was a sudden decrease on our sales. But Hungry Hubb managed to survive by focusing on online selling and social media promotion. Our best seller would be Shawarma salad which is mediterranean style. We add authentic Garlic sauce to our shawarma (Which is available in Wrap, Salad, & Rice). Every product that we sell are very affordable and delicious. Our starting price is only 50php. (Shawarma Wrap). For Shawarma Salad (70php). We also have Milktea (60php) and Rice meals such as Lechon Kawali, Chicken barbecue, and Pork Barbecue for only 120 pesos.
And of course, I wouldn’t make it up this far without the help of my family and friends who have supported be from the very start. This is an open letter and inspirational especially to students that want to earn their own money. Nothing is impossible. You just have to be determined enough to turn your plans into reality.
Hello everyone! I would like to introduce my little passion project I started exactly a month ago — VITAP0PS is my small indie art shop giving you a clean, minimal and vintage ~vibe~ stuff. It will really mean a lot to me if we can connect through my art. Bonus if you're into Hiligaynon slangs. I'll see you there! site: msha.ke/shovitap0ps instagram/pinterest: shopvitap0ps artist: vitap0ps
Hello, I'm Isabel and I'm a foodie from the South. I love trying out new dishes and pastries in the Metro while I ask myself if it's worth the hype. During this pandemic, I've decided to keep my foodie dreams alive by supporting my friends and small food businesses.
Aside from ordering from them, I've also created my own food blog via Instagram to express my thoughts and positive reviews about them to somehow help spread the word of their food and how other people should try it. At the end of the day, we are all helping one another through this difficult time by having multiple coping mechanisms - others to cook or bake while I write a review about what I eat.
Check out my food blog on Instagram @perdiviews and feel free to send me a message so I can collaborate with you soon!
It's not making sense. Maybe, it is. Everything is so blurry and vague. You can't seem to fathom what's happening. You're lost and searching- searching for the meaning behind what ifs and what could have beens. But life, we give meaning to life as if it's a beautiful paradise. Indeed it is.
But why we feel so gloomy, so empty? It seems like no light is passing through our soul. We're wounded. Hoping for healing. That's because, we're living. We celebrate life but we also fight for it. You feel all the pain, because you're living. You're not just alive, you're living. You can make it through all the storm and darkness. Wishing you well, Marj.