“Modern women today love to embrace changes with technical emotional strength, but NOT wrinkles.”
Interesting facts happen on my 25 years of existence:
- Self-Realization- This is a series of some undaunted episodes that includes heartbreak in coffin, self-employment to company employed propagandas, friends and frenemies flick, lifestyle galore and family in 5-in-1 pack.
- Independence- Where the only thing that you got is “me, myself and I.”
- Old Habits- This excites me. I’m back to my old self again. Interestingly, I am some kind of an elite flickering diva that happens to recoup her self to some old lifestyle.
- Family Gathering- After 3 years, this year is MUCH better. Sigh.
- Total News Geek- Now I am a media nymph. I am slain to current events that sometimes it made me realize that I am not a fan of current “bull-sheet”.
- Body Build- No. Not the one that engages in building muscles with some nonsense steroids, commercially diagnose the hopeful losers that want to be like Chyna of WWE. To be clear, I am building a good physique.
- Faith- So when you want to make yourself a hero. Like they say, be a hero just for one day. Who may have an alter ego that kills or someone that may be show humanity?
- Talent- I photograph, I write, I sing and dance. What else?
Now, after a year of celebrating my womanhood, 25 can be a tough age to compare myself to Britney Spears’ song Not Yet A Girl, Not Yet A Woman or sing the power song, I AM A WOMAN. I can just sing the blues and some fairly classic old school toppers for Pete’s sake, I still consider myself Young.
After hooking myself to some manic anime series ten years ago, now I am in another level of migration my eye sticking flicks to American Series. Namely, Vampire Diaries, Walking Dead, House M.D, The Borgias, Chuck, True Blood, Ben Hur, Supernatural, Charmed…and so many not ready to fill the whole page of em’.
The taste of reinventing myself to the common American era had flourish and many of my peers had also been adaptive the so-called fictions in mature content. Characters of antagonist and protagonist on movies and TVs gladly helped themselves over showing some bare legs, breast and torrid kiss. **OMG** the scenes may show a little more of what the real world had always been. Desperate of be a godlike image, power trippers and material clingers.
To some degree, as a so-often-called conservative race, Filipinos, had not been that fairly decent when it comes to vulgar drama and romantic comedy, as they say.
The artsy comedic phases, dialogues acted to be more with a content of “bastos” that to some implicates a humor with cheesy grins.
I remember some phlegmatic memory lane of my childhood. When older people tend to manipulate young innocent mind to their so-called maturity control and make kiddos like slave to their personal amusement also, satisfaction. When the old ones, started to make you look like a Barbie, princesses but really a drag queen. When the old ones started to ask you buy something and go for an errand to a Sari-Sari Store(mini store for some goods). When they ask you to sing, dance and roll-over? When they let you stay at home and forcibly want you to take a nap in the afternoon siestas. And to the rest, to some, has their own stories, some delightful and to some pain. Nostalgic. Purely, Black and white.
When you get old you become wiser. According to: http://www.searchquotes.com/search/Turning_25_Years_Old/
Some ditsy dudes made the quotes quotable that thought wiser to say. Some people might just mimic themselves to a saga of smarties, from Plato to Shakespeare to celebrities’ quotes that make-them-look-smarter.
Truth is, I had never felt better until I reached 25. It’s a silver year of wearing silver accessories to silver façade of accomplishment. I could never give myself a gold medal yet.
When you look back, the baggy, flares and cargo jeans look acceptable. It wasn’t at all, until you realize the skinny makes you legs look longer and fuller. I had dimly glare the transition of hairstyle, back in 90’s when my thick black hair just cant help but puff in full bounce. My face was slapped with face powder and a cheap lip gloss. But Thanks to the unbeatable fashion week, it made evolution fashionably acceptable. Now, my hair had its flowing effect emblazed with chestnut brown. My sense of fashion had come to life. I stretch my skinny jeans for my legs and loosen chic hues tops. Furthermore, I now paint incredibly on my face. Thanks to information videos and fashion TV series, women are now ill-fated to look fair, diva-like and look younger.
Media perhaps had greatly impacted the society to create enigma of change.
I happen to grab a change to wherein I was in need of isolation to all social pollution.
When I think about keeping myself to this technology and polluted society, I can’t blame anyone. In fact, I am one of a thousand chains that happen to use a cell phone. I tried to keep a minimal media influence. I can’t escape technology. For a change, we have to embrace it. But, I can’t live with everything in it. I can’t shower on new iPod models, new magic ageless cream, new refirming or body shaper, new functional door/closet, new cars, new scandals and political platforms. Comically, when I happen to like Lourd De Veyra political commentary videos, I run like a wrecked when TV, Computer’s, Made in China and noisy celebrities are running after me. Hooks and Forks.
When you talk about Change, you and enormous series of personal accomplishments, old encompassing failures and future wide panorama plan. These, would shatter, like pixies and dusts. Till then you realize that life always interacts to changes.
When you don’t want Change, then it chases after you. You run but you pause and breathe deeply loose your consciousness, frantically hallucinating and exhilarating oxygen to your lungs without defining the weight of major impact to you life.
As you grow old, things just lined up with all the thoughts of nostalgic phases. To rediscover the true form of cycle that a mistake to correction to mistake and resolution to everlasting quotes and self help methods that you formulate just to end the change. Truth is that we can never stop Change.
Change itself is limitless.
At 25 years or whatever in a certain age you are at , you might be asking.
Like, what have I achieved? Did I reach my goals?
Reality check, I cannot even tell if what should be achievable or not.
So far, my investments for the past few years had defines me as a 25 year old legit citizen/human being/womanhood. I am prepping for a my house, my customized laptop, my camera and my one –of-a-kind hobbies.
I want to plant more veggies on our backyard.
I want to fly on a zipline.
Fit perfect on a bikini at the beach.
Be a cook, a Good Cook. Create fantastic recipes after the mogul chef influence of Chef Ramsay.
Be a blogger in a lifetime.
Lastly, Marry a rich man!
Where everlasting ambitious, countless dreams just happen to adrift while I write.
Now, a silver year is about to transpire. It can be exciting yet clueless.
So what now?