Sunsets

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Why is it that we always find
Sunsets so amazing,
So wonderful,
So breathtaking?

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Is it because of the colors and hues
In full display
Showering the world
With a brand new kaleidoscope
Is it because the dreary blues
Are replaced with vibrant reds,
oranges, and violets
Is it because it feels refreshing
After a long day
Filled with deadlines, exams, and fights
A chance to renew the old ways
An opportune moment to unwind
To shake of the concerns of the mind
Or is it because sunsets are romantic
The perfect view for ecstatic young lovers
Taking a stroll, holding hands
Like there’s no tomorrow
And there is no sorrow
Just that moment
Ever fleeting, ever wanting.
Is it because it is another trivial thing
Romanticized by poets, singers, storytellers
Or is it the fact that
the beauty of the divine creation
takes part in the changing of the colors,
The dancing of the clouds
Regaling us with the mysteries of the unknown

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Sunsets may be all of these things combined
Or all of these things intertwined
A dab or two
Maybe a part of a whole
The sum of all its parts
And what’s left to be told
Sunsets may be all of these
Or maybe not
But one thing is for real
Sunsets are for the weary,
For the weak,
For the dreary and lonely,
For the romantics,
For the artists, for those longing for a home,
For the young ones,
For the ones who are almost done,
For everyone
And for no one
All at once
Sunsets give the promise of hope
Never fading
Never staying
Hope for a new beginning
Hope for a joyful ending
For all good or bad things in between
Which takes shape as dusk arrives
For which awaits us by dawn.

L’oreal Rouge Magique Lipstick- Take it or Leave it?

July is one of the most-awaited months by Filipino beauty junkies like me! Why? It is the National Lipstick Month. To celebrate women and beauty, almost all of the brands give promos and sales on their lipsticks! Of course, I had to join in on the fun and allowed myself to hoard some lippies perfect for the start of the school season.

L’oreal hosted a big sale on their lip products with a buy 1 take 1 promo. I have been itching to get my hands on these goodies because I heard that L’oreal’s lipstick formula are top-notch. I got one lippie each from the Rouge Magique line and the Color Riche Moist Matte Lipstick.

For today, I present to you the L’oreal Rouge Magique Lipstick in Beige Reveur.

  • Packaging (5/5)

This has got to be one of the most gorgeous packaging of drugstore bullet lipsticks. Honestly, it looks high-end to me! It is quite sturdy so rest assured it wont get damaged so easily. It gives a sleek and sophisticated vibe because of its color scheme- matte black for the bottom and pink for the cap. It also has a sturdy lock because the cap only fits in a specific manner. This might be somewhat time-consuming for some girls but I dont mind.

  • Formula (4/5)

The Rouge Magique lipstick line offers matte formula which is perfect for everyday use. First of all, it feels very comfortable on the lips because it is lightweight. Second, the color comes off with just one swipe. You can even build it up to make it look darker. It’s like having two lipstick shades in one. However, it accumulates in bits on dry lips so make sure to apply lip balm first to moisturize the lips. The formula is quite comparable to Maybelline’s Creamy Matte lipsticks. The two have similar feel and application on the lips. Third, it doesn’t make my lips dry and it does not accentuate the lines of my lips which I think is really good. You have to wipe it off with a tissue first before reapplying after you eat otherwise it will just accumulate into little bits.

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  • Staying power (4/5)

For a bullet lipstick, it performs well and lasts for about 6 hours without eating or drinking. However, after you eat or drink, it stains the lips which I think is really helpful if you dont want to reapply more often. But I dont mind reapplying though.

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8 am picture, before going to school

 

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2 pm picture. After class

  • Shade range (5/5)

The shade range us absolutely stunning and diverse! What’s more exciting is that this line is curated to suit Filipina skintones so I bet every lipstick will look good on morenas and girls with yellow undertone. Beige reveur is simply the perfect pinky brown nude for my undertone. It has the right mix of peach, brown, and pink that I get to sport off on schooldays. Also, blushes with peach or pink undertone can go with this lippie.

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Beige Reveur on my lips

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  • Price (3/5)

The original price is Php 400 (around 8 dollars). I think it is slightly expensive for the average drugstore lipstick especially since it is much similar to the Maybelline Creamy Mattes which is around Php 299. However, I think it costs more than the Maybelline lipstick because it has a sturdier and more sophisticated packaging. That’s why I waited for it to be on sale before I decided to take it. So I practically scored this lippie for half the usual price. But with its pricepoint, the quality is pretty good so I think it is justifiable. If I would get the chance to purchase another lipstick for this line, I think I would go for it.

 

All in all, this lippie is under my “Take it” list. Drugstore finds like these are too good to pass by so better hoard it while you can ladies! Also, L’oreal Philippines is holding a 25% on their Rouge Magique lipstick line so if you feel like treating yourself out go check L’oreal sections available in Watsons and SM department stores.

 

Hope this helps!

To all the boys I’ve liked before,

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To my first ever crush,
I was young then,
naive and stupid
full of childhood fantasies and make-believe
Maybe I am still childish today
but I had grown a bit more mature,
I hope.
Well, I thought you were
my Prince Charming
You in your neat shirt and crisp black shorts
accessorized with your dimpled smile and
your big, brown eyes
The perfect boy-next-door
We were friends;
that I am sure of
We played around the school yard
everyday after class
And when others boss me around
You defended me and dried my tears
I felt like a damsel in distress
saved by her knight in shining armor
But it wasn’t meant to be something more
You just taught me how to be
kind, to be daring and gentle,
to be generous
and most of all,
You taught me the value of friendship.

To my childhood friend,
It took me ten long years
to move on from you
I thought you felt it too
That flush on my cheeks whenever
we slept over at your house
Those stolen glances directed at your back
The butterflies on my stomach
multiply when you call my name
Did you notice how I stutter
and cringe? How I try to be
on my best behavior at all times?
Well.. That was your doing.
And in my head, you and I
we were the perfect pair
Until that fateful day when
you grew cold and distant
So I crushed my hopes,
thinking how futile it was
to keep liking you
But then you started talking to me again
after five years of silence
You told me things I thought
I would never know
You told me of your dreams,
you goals, and most importantly,
You told me of your girls.
Yes, I was the confidante.
The go-to when you wanted
to know how to impress a girl
But what hurts the most was
you liked every girl except me
Your virtual hugs,
Your endearing pats on my head,
our intertwined fingers,
they never meant anything.
I was just your little sister,
never a lady
nor a woman
not even a girl
Just. Your. Sister.
It did hurt. I’m not gonna lie.
But you taught me the virtue of patience
and for that I’m grateful.
You’re still a heartless,
unfeeling, cruel jerk though
for letting me step on your rollercoaster ride.
Thanks, but no thanks.

To my puppy love,
DAMN YOU!
I was happy, finally free of
boys who would likely
screw me up in some way
But you had to come along
If I had known,
I would have jumped off a cliff
rather than actually get to know you.
Because knowing you led me into a trap
You were my nightmare
Even worse than Chuckie the Doll
and believe me,
I was utterly terrified of that ugly rag doll.
It started out fine.
You and I had a platonic relationship.
You were a bully and I was the victim.
But you became sweet
and had a change of heart
or so I thought.
Not only that,
you thought I was smart,
funny,
amazing,
brilliant,
kind,
BEAUTIFUL.
So why the hell did you let me down?
You said you liked me,
and for a while we had a spark
A connection that was sudden
You made me feel special
You looked at me like I was the only one who mattered.
You listened to my thoughts,
You took care of me,
and showed me I was worth it.
But that was part of your grand scheme, wasn’t it?
You started using me
calling up on small favors
telling me I was the best.
After some time, you held back
slowly closed your doors
I didn’t understand.
where did I go wrong?
You didn’t speak to me for ages
after I have given you everything you wanted
You kept me running around in circles
with every unreplied message,
my dignity withered.
I kept asking why.
Nothing.
Until your birthday.
That day, you told me the answer
You said I was clingy.
Indecisive.
Bitchy.
Bossy.
Fragile.
You said, you couldn’t love someone
who was in fragments.
You said, you couldn’t love someone
who was easily broken.
You said, you couldn’t love someone
who was so dependent.
I believed you.
I shouldn’t have but I did.
I buried myself fifty feet under.
I lost sight of my dignity.
I didn’t feel confident with myself.
I felt unwanted, unloved, broken.
I was shattered and I fell apart.
I allowed myself to be who you wanted me to be.
DAMN YOU BASTARD!
But now, I know better.
I was never one of those things.
I was never the person you said I was.
I was fierce.
And strong.
And beautiful.
You were lucky to have a fraction of my love once.
I will never make the same mistake again.
You’re just a lesson now.
A difficult one to learn
but it was worth it
You taught me how to embrace my confidence.
to be brave,
to be beautiful in my own skin,
to follow my own voice,
to be proud of myself,
To be strong.
You were wrong about me,
I was never fragile.
You were.
For the record,
You were more fragile than I was,
than I ever will be,
Asshole.

 

To my guy bestfriend,
I liked you.
But not in that way.
You were my conscience,
Yopu loved me.
even though I can
never reciprocate it
But you did.
And I am sorry.
Really. Truly. Deeply sorry
I never should have led you on,
You must hate me now.
I hate myself too.
But you will find someone better
someone who is more deserving of your love
I am too strong-willed for you
Too flighty, like a bird.
Too stubborn.
I could make you happy, yes.
But that won’t make me feel contented.
So you made me learn the hardest lesson yet,
to let someone go.
So they can fulfill their destinies.
even without me
I hope you will not understand,
Maybe not today
or tomorrow,
But someday, you will.

 

The four of you
shaped me into who I am today
If not for all of you,
I wouldn’t be me.
even you, guy number three
every hurt,
every joy,
every pain,
all these things that I went through
It molded me to be a better person
Now I can say to that special someone
who will hold and guard my heart next,
I am prepared now.
To be a damsel in distress,
to ride a rollercoaster,
to experience sweet dreams or the ultimate nightmare,
to let all feelings go.
I am ready to get hurt.
I will embrace the pain,
If you’d be worth it.
I hope you are worth it.
or else,
You’ll just be another lesson
and eventually become guy number five.

So I hope you are different,
This time,
I hope and pray
that you’ll be the one
The only one
for the rest of my life.

DISCLAIMER:
I know this poem is quite lengthy but I would like to take that risky leap and bare it all- the deepest secrets of my heart. This was actually written last April 19, 2017 and I swore to myself that if ever I would start a blog, this would be published (even though some of the guys mentioned above might get to read this). In the event that they do, I bear no ill feelings towards each of you. I have forgiven you a long time ago and I hope you will forgive me too. That said, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Let me know your thoughts about this one so feel free to comment down below (I might answer back).