Straight or Curl, Heels or Flats
Being barefaced in front of the camera, I call it "art depth." I'm not used to wear makeup. I could go out and attend an event unconcealed. I used powder on my face before, but now I want it bare. I have dealt with my days without anything on my face since the day I have embraced my every detail. I was once influenced by my peers to put on some layers, but I still prefer to be unmasked. However, as an artist at heart, I have an eye for crayons and pastels. So if there is a colorant makeup palette that would randomly grab my attention, it'd be hues of any crayon type or matte pastels.
"I didn't try its fitting in the dressing room, yet it fit so well!"
Whatever appealing attributes you have seen on me is as is. I never allotted a budget for physical enhancement. I don't have plans to deform, warp, or distort my physique unless the littlest of imperfection, if there is any, gives me discomfort. This is my body, and I own it. This is mine and my future husband's. As a grown-up feminine, I'm in silent admiration concerning every detail of womanhood-mix and match, plains or prints, straight or curl, heels or flats. Being the simplest girl who has ever lived, I only buy clothes when needed or when the situation requires me, mostly are gifted.
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Being criticized in a wrong way is not light to one's heart. Not wanting to be smirched by stigma nor mistaken, let me clear the seemingly muddy waters. I used to go shopping as a young adult not because I was a compulsive spender. I wasn't spending money but an amount of gift check that was given to me by my mother. Every Christmas season, their office generously provided gift checks for its employees. So to those who often saw me at malls during my innocent years, please don't think that I was a brat. I was just keeping pace with consuming it before its specified expiry date came last. I was just dealing with how life was going for me. In fact, "gift check" sounds heavenli-er than money, and if it's not quite right to be a heaven's citizen-is it really not?
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I listed a number of details to mark my 27th year of existence. Here's my Pick of Choice List:
1. Writing or Music (Singing): Music (Singing)
2. Fiction or Nonfiction: Nonfiction
3. Pool or Beach: Beach
4. Tofu or Beef: Tofu
5. Coffee or (Green) Tea: (Green) Tea
6. Coffee or Wine/Beer/Alcoholic Drink: Coffee
7. Wine or Milk: Milk
8. Blood or Water: Blood
9. Water or Juice: Water
10. Boiled Egg or Fried Egg: Boiled Egg
11. Steamed Rice or Fried Rice: Steamed Rice
12. Private Relationship or Public Relationship: Private Relationship
13. Human or Dog: Human
14. Tattooed Skin or Clear Skin: Clear Skin
15. Autumn or Summer: Summer
16. Spring or Autumn: Autumn
17. Summer or Winter: Winter
18. Cheese or Caramel: Cheese
19. Feast or Christmas: Feast
20. Juice or Soda: Juice
21. Sugar or Honey: Honey
22. Shorts or Skirt: Skirt
23. Snacks
- Bean Sprouts Spring Rolls (Lumpiang Togue) or Banana Chips: Bean Sprouts Spring Rolls (Lumpiang Togue)
- Peanuts or Candy: Peanuts
- Ube or Polvorón: Ube
- Bibingka or Chips: Bibingka
- Taho or Turon: Taho/Turon
- Puto or Gummy Bear: Puto (with lots of cheese)
- Piaya or Skittles: Piaya
- Salad or Pasta: Salad
- Halo-halo or Juice: Halo-halo
- Ice Cream or Cake: Ice Cream
- Noodles or Suman: Suman
24. My kind of cross (+ or x): + (sign of the cross)
25. "Be safe." or "Stay safe.": "Stay safe."
26. "Be patient." or "Have patience.": "Have patience."
27. "Here we go!" or "There we go!": "Here we go!"
The things that set me in mood and tone are the smell of citrus; the dimples between my eyes and cheeks; my eyelashes and crowning glory; melted or grated cheese; rabbits; long hours of sleep; meditating; exercising; biking; treats, rewards, and discounts; a shower of snowflakes, autumn leaves, or confetti; turning around in front of the mirror, gazing myself from head to toes in adoration; singing; watering my mother's ornaments; meeting people of my kind or total opposite so long as our common denominator rings a sound; pushing a cart during grocery time-the reason why I always enjoyed to be with my mother in the grocer's mecca; organizing my closet since I hate seeing my clothes in mess, selecting what to wear in a clutter of garments is like finding corners in circle and circumference in square; the crisp sound of the pages when browsed; kids' conversations; reading comments and feedback from my readers, receiving a direct message from them, and sending 'em a reply; telling to a sibling, family member, or friend what made me laugh in a day without being understood because of my laughter that interrupts; and lastly, making myself known to the world through writing-the introvert's way. I'm wondering when will I become a storyteller of my own books in front of children or young adults asking them, "What highlight do you want me to read? What page do you want me to narrate?" I intended my pseudonym to be Yesh Soprano, inspired by the fictional character in my first fiction manuscript. I wanted to give life to this character, so I ideated of bringing her into existence along with other related characters. I don't recognize writing as my main forte, but I'm glad to see myself grow as a writer. I only see it as a prerequisite. Interestingly, I am more inclined to fashion, music, and painting. I can express myself more in singing. I define music as a 3-D literature in sound. As a storyteller, I have been mildly prompted to level up my storytelling prowess through singing or by dubbing the voices of animated cartoon characters.
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Proof of Life
Non-FictionThis was personally written to set forth the awe-inspiring quality and nature of humanity. Expect a sequence of chapters and surreal winning turn of events!
