Morning Elegance

For the past two days, I have been craving to write/type something for the very last day of January. The day had come and I decided to write something about the fight of money against life.

Which is which? It has been quite, just QUITE, like a pinch, hard to choose between the two. Wake up in a beautiful bedroom with nice, expensive, elegant furniture; or the stunning natural wonder, sunrise, which you can’t describe because there is no better word to describe its beauty. Waking up each morning with the sun hitting through your room’s window has always been better than anything else. It’s like a new life, a day, beginning, a hope and new possibilities to fight regrets.

The natural wonders of the Earth have always been free. It’s priceless. These are the things money can’t buy.

Copper, silver, and gold. Flat money you can fold. In any form you want it to be; by here we will call it money.

I’m still a student and my parents lend me money. They don’t let me work because they do all the works for me. I’m not a financial expert because I never had the chance to earn money on my own, but the fact that my parents work for me, I still value the importance of money. I’ve been dieing of crave looking at the hot, amazing iPhone 3G and I decided to save money to buy something, might not be an iPhone, but something with a little comparison with that touch screen. I started saving money, few days had past but my money is not yet in the 1/8^th of the price of it. I’m pissed so I stopped saving money. For those days I never ate lunch at school nor buy a drink to subside my thirst. I asked myself, “Why the heck am I doing this to myself? It has been a burden. An iPhone can’t fill my stomach or heal me when I have cold.” I ended up walking through the canteen and bought some foods. Pizza, coke, hotdog, spaghetti…mmm…now that feels good!

The value of money depreciates over time. Day passes, the same way with time. Steel irons turned to rust. New jeans became stale. Canned goods even preserved still lasts. Everything fades; the same way with life. If I have the money to buy the Mitsubishi Eclipse GS, I’d definitely buy one. It might cost millions, but hell I don’t mind! I’ll only live once and I want to live my life to the fullest. Waste of money? NOT! It’s a lifetime experience. Whether it’s the right decision or not, one thing is for sure, I’ll learn from it.

Everything has an exemption. “You’ll only live once don’t waste it. But as long as you’re happy and it makes you happy, it’s not a waste” but, “Not everything that makes you happy is right.”

Honestly, when I look at the world, I can see a scale. A very-well balanced scale. You just have to know which is which and never forget about the true meaning of happiness and living.

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Lost In My Own World

There’s no easy way to express my emotion. I’ve been trying hand in hand, reaching someone who could understand, but when they say “I know”, all I do is let go. Because every time they say “I understand”, I know for a fact that they don’t.

I’ve been dealing with a lot of things in life, and nobody knows. These things have been my first priority for a while and still, I, myself, don’t even know how I’ll deal with these. Everyone seems to be asking for solutions, but in a whole lot of different situations, I don’t. I am just hoping these things will end. Open the windows and let me breathe, for I have never felt heaven since things have changed.

I’ve been lost in a puzzle where there’s neither beginning nor end. I’ve been stacked at the corners and no one’s there to help. I’ve been screaming, crying, and I feel like dieing but no one ever listens.

It’s getting dark and I can hear wolves. They’re growling and I can feel them coming. I run, but out of luck I saw a sign saying, “Dead end”. I have no place to go, no place to hide. Where is superman? I can’t seem to see batman. Where are the power rangers? I want to see their guns. I was hoping to see planes in heaven and hear someone, “Vooooltes Five!!!” Save me. I’m tired.

I’ve been lost in my own world…in my own place. I’m getting tired…save me. I don’t know how long I can wait till you come and rescue me.

If you don't know what I mean, then I guess you enjoyed your life and you haven't felt the same way like this.

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My Children Will Do It Differently

It’s been quite a while since my last post. For now I want to talk about this, My Children Will Do It Differently. A few weeks ago, I’ve been thinking what should I blog about but then I couldn’t think of any so I decided to surf the net. As I was surfing, at the very first page of my search, a title caught my attention.

It’s pretty nice to know that someone is actually dedicated to write 100 Blog Topics That He Hopes You’ll Write. It’s been a sweet reference and I think I’ll be using it for the next future posts.

Iam Raisa Mejia. An 18 year old (turning 19 on February) young lady or a teen I could be. So, here’s the story...

Idon’t have my own kid. I don’t know how to raise a child, something of my own. Parent’s perspectives might be different with mine. And maybe, or not just maybe, a fact it could be, they have been through a lot in life that we, the teenagers, have never been.

A lot of times, when my younger brother brought his friends at home, one of them were taking off his shoes and left it outside. My mom said, “No, no, no. You don’t have to. We don’t have spare slipper to lend you.” – instead of wearing his shoes back, he replied, “No ma’am. We do it this way. My mom won’t let me wear shoes inside our house. I want to do the same thing even if I’m here.” Or when my mom serves fish stew for the main dish, someone will say, “We don’t eat broth fish in our house.” And now that was a jaw-dropping wow! I almost want to say, “For all I care. Take it or leave it.” But I did not.

Each parent raises their child differently. There is always a difference, but the thing is; you do it differently. Instead of being defensive when people try to point the difference – agree. Children don’t stand in front of you pointing their fingers spotting the difference from their family rules to your own rules. It’s the point of views. Some children assume that everything works according to how things are done at their house, but obviously, no. Help them recognize that not everything that works for them will work for you too. Explain them that they might have their own rules at their house, but explain them in a broader look that as long as they are staying in your house, there were rules to be followed and those are the things you want it to be.

BUT, sometimes, in some other ways, we must not judge how other people enforce their own rules. A few weeks ago, my sister went to a reunion at the neighbour’s house with her childhood friends. That was like 8 in the evening and she went back home at 12 midnight. My mom and I were still awake when she got home. There are two tables in our living room, one at the East and the other at the West. She walked straight and sat beside my mom at the west table who’s quite busy reading a book about managing a business. I heard my sister told my mom what happened at the party. My sister said, “We drank a few bottle of beers. Her brother’s friends were there too and they were having their own drinking sessions as well. I was shocked to know that their parents let them bring friends and let them drink beers.” My brother came across after he went to the bathroom and heard the discussion; he said, “Their parents never cared. They don’t even know how to raise their children.” As I can’t control myself, I joined the convo and asked, “Why did you say that?” And my brother was like, “If they were a good parent, they won’t let their siblings drink beers inside their house.” If you’ll look at the other side, you’ll see the broader view. It could be because they don’t want their kids to hide something from them like drinking and sneak to a bar and drink. If they won’t do it there, then where?

Let’s not judge how the other raises their kid. They have their own reasons. They have their own ways.

You can see the difference. You can run at the street and scream, but not inside the church. You can laugh out loud at the park, but not at the library. You can jump on your bed until the dawn, but not with your friend’s bed. Difference. And when you say differences, there are always complications.

At the bright side of being different from another, isn’t it cool or interesting that things are different from different houses? Come on! It could be a yes, or no. Yes, we find comfort when we do things according to how we actually do in our daily basis. But if you’ll do something “differently” or something “new”, it will be one of the great experiences of exploring and learning at the same time. Difference is part of life and our way is not the only or right way of doing things.

Don’t limit the things you could do. Open the door. Open your windows. Step outside and see the world.

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Memories and Love Through My Eyes

I've been living my life in this world for almost 19 years, there have been many guys that I could have spent my life with but it was their choice to leave in the end. Everytime I have a boyfriend, I make a scrapbook, a journal, a notebook or whatever you may call it as long as it’s like that. We both write things there about how good or worst our day has been. Everytime we read it, either together or alone, I feel a deep passion of love for him. Unlike newspaper, books or magazine, this will be something that I will never get tired of reading even if it takes a thousand times or more. Honestly, I’m not a fun of writing. I call it, boredom and laziness. But when it comes to it, to that journal, it doesn’t matter if it will take me hours of writing or even a day; at that point, I call it love and dedication. For there have been many things I can do just for my deepest love for you. I'm not trying to be a novel, or pretending that I am. I'm just me, Raisa.

I believe in destiny and I’ll mould it. No matter who you are or when we will meet… One of these days, we will be together. As the raindrops fall outside the window, with the stereo playing mellow music; put your arms along my waist and I’ll put mine on your shoulder. Sway with me and as soon as you get tired, we will sit in the long red couch; grab a cup, pour it with my favourite drink. Together we will drink, talk, laugh, and make love until we fall asleep…

No matter where you are and even we haven't meet, I'll tell you this...I love you and will be loving you forever... See you at the near future, baby.

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Brad Pitt: It's Age doesn't matter baby!

William Bradley Pitt (a.k.a. Brad Pitt) was born December 18 of the year 1963 in Shawnee, Oklahoma . His family moved soon after his birth in Springfield, Missouri where he grew up.

Pitt went to Berlin for the European premier of “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” in which he’ll be playing the role as a man who’s born in the late eighties.

This guy who was chosen by Empire in the late 1995 as one of the sexiest stars in history and twice named the Sexiest Man Alive by People magazine (1995 and 2000) says he is not afraid of getting old, instead, what bothers him the most is about how he will die.

Pitt turned 45 last month. He said, “I'm not so afraid of getting old, I'm more afraid of how I'll go," he told a news conference on Monday. "Fire and tight spaces don't appeal. A shark would be interesting." The tear-jerking film tracks the love story between Benjamin Button and Daisy, played by Cate Blanchett , and the joys and losses they face as one gets younger and the other older. (Reported by Anna Brooke)

HASSFM (Handsome and still sexy for me) Brad Pitt said it right, what do you afraid of getting old? Wrinkles? Eye bags? Or the skin losing fit in our body that we no longer look hot and sexy? Come on people! We will all eventually die. I’d understand it most if you were bothering about how you will leave this world. Got chased by a hungry dog and you run away from it but you accidentally stepped on a banana skin then you stumbled at the floor; got your head hit on a stone then viola! The end. Sounds AAJ (awful and jerk-ish) but hey, nobody knows.

Seriously, how do you imagine your life will end? Tragically or after sleeping you’ll never know it’s the end?

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Barack Obama: Inauguration

Barack Hussein Obama has been elected and sworn in as the 44th President of the United States and pledged to meet the challenges (a.k.a. economic problems) and rebuild a faltering economy.

The New York Times

“Mr. Obama spoke just after noon to a sea of cheering people, appearing to number well over a million, who packed the National Mall from the Capitol to the Washington Monument and beyond. Four hours later, at the end of the parade route, he left his car and strolled with his wife along Pennsylvania Avenue on the final steps of a long march to the White House, holding hands and waving to cheering crowds.

In his inaugural address, Mr. Obama acknowledged the change his presidency represented, describing himself in his inaugural address as a “man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant.” But although the crowd and the podium around him were full of elated African Americans, Mr. Obama, the first black to become president, did not dwell on that in his speech.”

From the Inauguration Day, don’t forget about the biggest hit, his speech. Obama’s speech has been very promising, pragmatic, and hopeful.

“For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act”

Full Text of the Address

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