What Would Cheeses Do?

WARNING: This will be another cheesy random blog post.

Although that warning wouldn't really matter because, apparently, everyone in this planet loves cheese...

Except me.

It's probably what people will remember me by. The girl who hates cheese.

HairFood Co.: Giving Your Skin the Best Care It Deserves

I barely use beauty products, especially on my face. Since I am always in a hurry (read: lazy), my daily facial routine includes: washing, moisturizing, and applying baby powder only. Nothing more, nothing less. I really didn't care until a legion of tiny red minions started breaking out lately, and perhaps my frequent exposure to the sun is responsible for the fine lines that's starting to get a little noticeable on my face. Yes, I can get a little conscious too.

I am thinking, if I'm gonna be a hot momma in my 50s, then I have to take care of my skin as early as now.

Thankfully, HairFood Co. exists and sent me wonderful goodies for my skin and hair. But since I will be talking about skin care here, the (now-favorite) hair care products will have a share of the spotlight in another post. Please stay tuned for that.
Thank you so much, HairFood Co.

When You Need to Stoop Down

I don't air grievances on Facebook.

Okay, I did it once. But only to defend myself from cyber attacks of people who were once significant to me. And that was it. I believe in taking the high road and not stooping down their level. I can bite my tongue and just let it slide even if there are already a hundred reasons to take out that inner bitch inside me.

People suck. That's a fact. I have high tolerance for rudeness, stupidity, jerks, assholes, hypocrites, and bullshit. I think I deserve a medal or a merit for this. But all I get is more assholes pushing me to the limits until bam! I just found myself mudslinging (and you're reading one of my moments).

I have said words that hurt. Words that have long been kept on my mind. I wanted to take out all my trump cards and lay them down like I was going to win a poker game just because I wanted to see them go down. I wanted it to sting. I wanted them to hurt badly. I wanted them to feel what they made me feel. I fired bullets to the already wounded.

And I know I shouldn't have.

The counterattack didn't help. I wasn't able to get my point across. The shots fired did not make me feel good either. I just added fuel to the fire. I took the low road to victory because I wanted the people to know that I was right and they were wrong. But I realized everybody's a loser there. And I see why it's called a low road. It is murky and shitty down there. And it's hard to get all the goo off your body after sinking deep in that shit. It's like all the values you hold have been stripped off and voided. What difference was I to them then?

No matter, I am still glad I took that road. It made me feel what it's like to be there, what it's like to be them. And bruce-almighty-forbid I become like them.

I do not want to be like them.

So the next time they throw mud at me and I have the urge to stoop down their level, this should remind me how shitty it is to be back there. That shit isn't worth it.

So for everyone who feels the need to retaliate, take the low road, and stoop down... Stop. You are better than that. BE CLASSY. It's the best payback to knock them down... and effortlessly at that! :)



Ugis Peak: The Skyscraper of the South

"Sabi ninyo, minor climb lang?! Umuwi akong lumpo. Minor ha." - A remark I've heard from a few people I met during our recent climb.

How exactly would you define a minor climb?

Even though I started hiking way back 2006, I don't consider myself a seasoned hiker.  I've had years of hiatus so it's no surprise that up until now, I do not know how to distinguish a major from a minor climb. I get a lot of answers from different mountaineers. But I usually take into consideration height and trail difficulty. And I know most people think that way. Kaya kapag sinabing "minor climb", ibig sabihin madali lang. Pabebe. Ideal for beginners.

But I think I got it all wrong.

Ugis Peak, located in Esperanza, Sultan Kudarat is not known to many mountaineers. So when I was invited for a fun, minor climb at Ugis Peak, I googled for information but much to my dismay the results didn't give me the answers that I needed except that it rises 930 ft above sea level (I couldn't even verify the source because it seems higher than that). I was empty-handed on what to expect and how difficult the trail would be. In short, the mountain was unknown, unspoiled, and underestimated.

Knowing it is just a minor climb, I assumed it is a minor climb. We even tried convincing our friends who are new to hiking to join us. "Sige na. Madali lang naman. Minor climb nga eh. Dayhike lang." Although it was a little disappointing that they backed out, a little part of me was glad they did. I didn't know the trek was not advisable for newbies at all. Not that I'm saying it's impossible, but it is difficult.

The Assault
It was raining when we started to ascend at 1pm. And it took us around 2-3 hours to reach the deck. Trekking via Manirub River would have been more exciting since we have to do some river trekking and go up the waterfall with just a rope. However, the weather didn't permit us, so we took the easier trail. The side of the trails were mostly covered with greens. You have to be wary of your surroundings because some trails are too narrow with cliffs that are hidden by the lush flora. Few poison ivies were spotted along the trail too (which actually makes it fascinating). It was an easy climb.
Ugis Peak, Esperanza, Sultan Kudarat
Ugis peak from the deck.
Going from the deck to the peak gets a little exciting. The slope going down is steep and slippery. A rope may be necessary for support since slipping is not an option here or you will find yourself rolling down the cliff. Narrow ridges start and it gets narrower as you assault the peak.


Take It from the President

While listening to President Digong's SONA, there was one particular line that struck us (and I know most of you can relate to): "We cannot move forward if we allow the past to pull us back".

At dahil dyan, siyempre, hindi mawawala ang usaping pag-ibig. Lalo na sa mga hindi pa nakakamove-on at sa mga ayaw pang mag move-on.

Lelz.

My friends and I had a small talk earlier and I was asked a question: How did you get out of a 12-year relationship, got through the heartbreak, and took things in stride? 

I smirked. 

I have been asked this question a million times already. And so I'll just wrap everything up in this post.

Believe it or not, it was not easy. No heartbreak is.

I had shares of crying an ocean and drowning myself in it. I must have sung Rhett Miller's Come Around more than once every freakin day. I went into a downward spiral to self-destruction by gulping down alcohol - which shocked a few of my friends because they had known me as someone who does not drink (but I do have occasional bottle of beer or two now because I believe it's healthy).

Yes, it wasn't easy. I had to listen to Rebecca Black's Friday over and over again just to remind myself that there are things worse than heartbreak (imagine the horror). Apparently, there's none. But I survived. How?

First, I've dealt with the emotional separation before the actual break up occurred. Maybe it's a bad thing and it's not something I am proud of, but that's my best move not to receive a fatal blow.

Second, I have my platonic relationships to thank. My world doesn't revolve around a guy alone. So when I lose a guy, I still find emotional intimacy from close friends to whom I can cry my heart out until the pain withers.

Third, loving can hurt but it is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Bakit ko ipagkakait sa sarili yun? I refuse to drown in misery -- ito lang yun eh. Masarap kaya ang magmahal.

And last but not the least, I prayed. I don't think anything is more powerful than a prayer. I am not a religious person, but at least, I have Someone to turn to whenever I feel like I have nothing more to lose.

We all have our shares of heartbreaks and we all have our ways of coping. There's no quick fix to heal a broken heart and no one's going to tell you how to do it. But you will always have a choice whether to remain slumped in the dumps or to stand up and just pull your shit together.