Yesterday, I’ve decided to let go of the job opportunity that was offered to me and I told the interviewer that I will not come for the interview anymore. But to my surprise, she gave me another chance. Yes! one more chance to meet her, to take the exam and be interviewed by her. I thought everything will never turn out good because of my unpreparedness and lack of interest to the said opportunity. But after taking the exam and going through the interview, I was immediately asked to go to the office for orientation. Honestly, after all the things that has happened to me, I never expected that things will turn out this way. It’s something unexpected, something that I never imagined would ever happen.

By the way, I haven’t mentioned yet what is the position. Well,I’ll be working as a management trainee, I will be holding a managerial position. For a 22-year old lass, for someone who have not held any related position, for someone who only knows how to write web contents, product reviews, and such, it  really came as a total shock to me. Yes, the moment I accepted the job I know that I will be having a very HUGE responsibility.

The moment I stepped out of the store, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I don’t know why but it’s something that made me feel so high despite of all the responsibilities that I will be encountering soon. If  someone calls you “ma’am”, or if someone respects you as their “manager”, you will feel something that you will never feel when you buy a pair of shoes or an expensive bag; it’s because the joy you feel is very genuine and everlasting.

However, a part of me wants to give up but I must try, I must give it a try after all the efforts i exerted, why not give it a try? Right now, I am just hoping that God, St. Jude, and Mother Mary will guide and help me all-throughout.

This reality knocked me off my feet. This is indeed a very sweet twist in my life.

P.S.

I encourage everyone to say a novena to St. Jude, it’s really working. It worked for me, and if you do it intently and with whole heart, I know it’ll work for you as well.

My thoughts are jailed.

My hands are handcuffed.

My feet are stuck.

I couldn’t move.

I am afraid.

I am hopeless.

At night, when the sound of weeping becomes the music.

At night, when tears becomes the emblem of weakness.

At night, when there is no one to give comfort.

At night, when no one comes to give a hug or care.

I would ask myself, is this the prize of being alone?

I will wait until the day that I could feel your touch.

I will wait until the day that I could listen to your voice.

I will wait until the day that I could wake up beside you.

I will wait until the day that I could prepare a breakfast for you.

I will wait until the day that I could make love with you.

I will wait until the day that I could say you are mine; completely mine.

memories of you and me.

In every corner of my mind.

nostalgia lingers  inside my heart.

My heart jumps with glee

every time I see your name on the screen.

We used to lay secrets in our palms.

but we’ve grown like strangers now.

I want to claim your heart

but you slipped away.

Yes, my illusions destroyed me.

Dreaming of fairy-tales.

Expecting happy endings.

All I want is to keep you inside my heart

And to keep you by my side.

But I know it will never happen, never.

I bade goodbye yesterday.

I bid goodbye today.

I am bidding goodbye all the time.

But here I am, standing beside you all the time.

Yep! It’s very easy to prepare, it’s affordable too and very healthy!

You’ll need 1 cabbage, 1 carrot,1 pack all-purpose dressing (220 grams mayonnaise), cracked black pepper and onion.

Slice the cabbage and carrot into small strips (make sure that it’s thin enough so that you can chew it easily). Slice onions thinly.

In a bowl, mix all the ingredients, put mayonnaise (up to your heart’s or taste’s content) and season it with cracked black pepper.

You can eat the salad right away or put it inside the refrigerator first (like what we did) and serve it during the meal.

Our home-made veggie salad:

Nom-nom!

Yes, that’s how I feel everytime someone out there would tell me that my writing style is great, that I am a great writer and poet.  Honestly, the word “great” is such a heavy word. It’s not far from being excellent. It’s a word that only suits someone who has already proven his or her talent as a writer or as a poet.

I don’t understand why some people have so much faith in me, I don’t understand why they think I am a great on the field that I chose.

In my case and  present capability, I would say that I am still far from being great; that is how I see myself. I still have a long way to go before I could be considered as great writer and poet. My writings aren’t spectacular, it’s so simple and plain; but there is one thing that I am sure of, I always write them with great love, sincerity and honesty. My love for poetry and writing will never end; that as long as I am breathing, I will continue to write. It is my way of expressing myself and thoughts, my way of relaxing, my way of influencing other people, and my own way of living this life.

I don’t want  to be labeled as “great writer”, not because I feel like it’s a burden but because I feel like the term doesn’t suit me yet. There are poets and writers out there who truly deserve the word “great”, but not me, not yet me.

He caught a reflection of himself.

A reflection of a grief-stricken man.

Imprisoned by the beast called Rejection.

Trapped in the labyrinth called Past.

Tempted by his own sanity.

He is drowning in delusion.

Drips of dews on green leaves

Rays of sun peeping through the window pane

Anticipating a lovely day ahead.