(Pabebe) Smile Update

"The future may seem to be a blur, but you can depend on a God you cannot see yet sees your future pretty clearly."

Roughly five months ago when I updated my blog. The last drop of virtual “orange” ink dried on that blessed 9^th of April, my birthday.

How do I say this? I may be so minimal with my words for now since, first, I am currently beating a deadline and I just resorted to blogging for a while because I want to have a breather, a sweet escape from "stress". Second, I had a slight problem with logging in to my account. It’s actually not slight because it took me weeks to figure out how I can access my account again. Good thing a miracle happened and I was able to get into my dashboard to start blogging once more. Oh the joy! (And I thought I’d lose everything in this blog.)

But the chronicles will not be shared yet. I just want you to know that the Orange Pulps is still alive and kicking, all thanks to God.

Oh hooray for today!

 

 

Cheers To The New Me

“Make your life like your hair. Life is short. Let it grow – just like the way you want it to be.”

For years, I was stuck with my long tresses and side bangs. I felt comfortable and safe with it. Little did I know that during those times, I was hiding my esteem behind my locks. It did not mean that I have low self-esteem though. I just felt so me. Since I wanted to see someone new in the mirror, I decided to have my hair cut.

Other than that, I have a deeper reason for having it cut. I wanted to move on from my former self – from the self which thought too much of the future when I can entrust it entirely to the Lord. New hair means “moving on”.

Moreover, I wanted to have a new “image” for my 22^nd birthday. And yeah, that’s today. Valor Day! Happy birthday to me. hehe

Yesterday, I braved into going to the salon to have my shortest hair cut yet. I felt so confident at first, but when I started seeing hair on the floor, I felt my heart sink so deep. I said my goodbyes to them and moved on quickly. :D

The final look was satisfying. I wished it was shorter than this, but for now, I am happy with this length. Maybe a week from now, I’ll have this cut much shorter.

It feels good to have short hair. I can play with it and comb it with my fingers. Most importantly, it feels so liberating to have such. Cheers to the new hair! 

To CVIRAA I Went

You have to do something in your life that is honorable and not cowardly if you are to live in peace with yourself. -- Larry Brown

Never in my entire life have I tried to go to different places to participate for athletic events. I wasn’t born to be an athlete. That’s a fact. I was born a writer, but that is still debatable. Praise be to God, however, because journalism has become my avenue to go to places I couldn’t afford to go on my own allowance.

This year, as Region 7 holds its CVIRAA (Central Visayas Regional Athletic Association) Meet in Balamban, Cebu, I had the opportunity to be a member of the Quality Assurance and Documentation Committee of DepEd, Division of Negros Oriental. I am specifically a member of the newsletter-making group.

I am short of words for the hospitality of the billeting quarter, the nostalgic sense of writing once again after a long hiatus, the extravagance of the opening rites, the opportunity to make new teacher friends in the committee, the chance of meeting little dreamers whose heart-warming stories touched my soul and the grace and protection from God which never left me. 

It is a great honor indeed to be trusted by bigwigs of the division at such ripe time (I only became a regular teacher last September 2014) to make the newsletter for them, together with three more gifted writers/teachers. Again, all praises to God and God alone!