I spend my free time playing scrabble and jengga with my mom for the last two weeks that I'm home because of the quarantine. It's weird because ever since I left for college I didn't spend this much time with her and I realize just how much I miss playing boardgames with my mom, it was such a nice feeling watching her be competitive and hearing her laugh. There is always a silverlining in everything, and I guess this was mine. I never knew how much I miss my mom until now.
Candy Mag sparked my passion for writing and it has been one of my inspirations that I even dreamt of becoming its EIC someday. I used to buy the issues every month and would read and finish it immediately in one sitting. I was around 12 or even younger back then. I am now a 23 year old agency gal. And even if there were many changes that went along the way, I still am a Candy girl through and through! ??
A Farewell Letter To My Loyal Friend
It’s 3 in the morning. The sound of silence and uncertainty is sonorous, it startled you awake. Your eyes, wide open, darted at the empty space of the ceiling as you started pondering about your current state.
You took a deep breath and instead of positivity, you inhaled all the possible negativities that this lifetime could offer you. You didn’t want to, but you can’t help but welcome the feeling of being constantly dubious. Sucks, right? Slowly losing your control, you unconsciously became a marionette of anxiety, going to the direction where the thin and fragile strings tell you to. Trying your best to run through the right path, the puppeteer pulls you back to the opposite side. You looked up to check whoever controls you. There was no one but a huge mirror.
You glared at your own likeness and saw your eyes as it waters. And just like that, tears came gushing out like rain. Upon looking at your own reflection, you later realized that no one is stopping you from being genuinely blissful but you. Fears are slowly eating and leading you to sadness and misery. It is unfortunate how it is something that you simply have no control over.
In the silence of your heart, you deeply prayed, “Tomorrow another day starts anew and I hope to permanently say goodbye to you, my loyal friend. Goodbye, anxiety.”
Once A Marionette
Q1 : What inspires you to do journaling? A : I do journaling because I like to remember good memories, have a gratitude list, express myself through creativity, and to write more stories about my goals, dreams, achievements & day-to-day adventures. Journaling is a way to keep track of life and learning from it.
Since ECQ started, I promised myself to be productive. So, I went back to one of my old hobbies, which is writing. I am now currently working on my story in Wattpad. :) And I do hope that you have some time to try reading it. Looking forward to hear some feedbacks from you guys!
Things I realized in my 20s.
It's never a waste of time doing things by yourself.
"Me time" is a must. Remember to always give time for yourself, even by just doing simple things you always do with your friends --- like going to your favorite coffee shop, have some iced coffee while reading your favorite magazine.
Believe in yourself. There may be times that you'll probably think of what's wrong with you, but always remember that you're the best version of yourself everyday as long as you do the things you like.
People come and go. Having a friend or two is okay, though having lots is way better, but I think keeping your circle smaller is fine. At least you know that you can trust them and they are true to you.
In thoughts about love, always consider someone's level of thinking.
It's not about the looks and age, it's about the mature mind your future partner has. Asking for other people's opinion is okay. Use them as your guide in making your decisions. There's always a room for improvements.
You may not be doing well right now, but as long as you keep on trying and you are willing to learn, you can always improve your skills.
During this enhanced community quarantine, I have been trying to rekindle my passion and make some artworks again ???? Honestly, I felt bad for myself because I spent a year without making a single artwork due to the stress and piling workloads at school. But at least now I got time.
I was never really good at art, I've always blamed me for being left-handed. Kind of weird since they've always said that left-handed people are creative so I decided that maybe I should try, maybe they're right. For the past few weeks I've been trying to learn calligraphy, it is oddly satisfying learning a new hobby, but it is also quite challenging but I still have more time left, I'll take this quarantine as an opportunity to learn new things. Sabi nga ni Doc V, our brain cells starts to die at the age of 20 and we can prevent it by learning new things. I'm not 20 yet, but I will be soon so this is just a headstart????.
Been seeing all the videos and pictures of these two all over social media and finally decided to make one???? so for a coffee lover like me, finally! made my DIY Dalgona Coffee and also made some Tuna Pie. Made it together with my mom, and we enjoyed the whole process of it , because we both learned a thing or two from each other. ????
Outdoors Danielle Flestado @artdkf | May 1, 2020 "I miss the outside world. The last time I went outside of our house was on my birthday. We just bought coffee across our village and went back home immediately. This painting made me feel that I'm in a field, just appreciating the beauty of God's creation. Can you imagine the green grass and pink flowers?"
When everything around you suddenly turns dark, the first thing we'd prolly do, as humans, is to find and grab anything that is closest and nearest to us. We'll hold onto them for as long as we can, trying to collect ourselves and gather courage to adjust our eyesights to the pitch black environment that's consuming us minute by minute. And then you'd hear nothing. Your sense of hearing would somehow go off after not seeing anything for quite awhile. You'll let loose. Cry. Panic. You'll be exhausted for fighting your way out. Then just when you're about to stop and give up, you're no longer afraid. There's only this deafening silence and pithole of darkness that's gonna eat you up alive. And surprisingly, you'll make a home out of it.
You'll make a home out of the darkness that when a ray of light suddenly hits you, you'll try to avoid it. You'll try to cover your eyes. You'll try to cover your ears from the voices trying to help you get out of it. You'll try to hide because your mind and body will go against your will to come out and live. Because the darkness that used to scare you, now comforts you in a way you thought has helped you survived life. And you'll try to live. Day by day. In the darkness. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to start. Not knowing who is with you. You will try to live until the darkness that once surrounds you is now within you. And everyday, it's gonna be a cycle of subtle torture. But let me tell you a secret. The darkness won't make you whole.
You'll be broken. And in those hair-like cracks, the light will stubbornly fight its way through until it warms you up. Until you realize to check the switch and turn it on. Until you allow other people to help you find your way back in the light. Until you realize you're ready to live in light again. There's a light at the end of this long and dreading tunnel. The only question that matters: will you let them in?
I always thought of life, like a bead where each piece makes it worth sewing together with other piece of beads to make a stronger bond and to create a beautiful result. Today, how do we bond well with different people especially this difficult time? As this day challenges us to a new normal, may we continue to bead along positively with our life.