Motivational Speech

Hello! I’ve been inactive for so long, but this is my last week for the semester so I can be online more often now.

This is our final requirement for our speech class, I thought of sharing this since I haven’t posted anything much this March. I had a few errors but I already edited them, and I think I’m going away with the main idea of the speech but I think I carried it through the end and it made sense. And I think it’s becoming an inspirational speech rather than a motivational one, oh well.

Here it goes:


– Aldous Huxley

Friends, neighbors, colleagues, ladies and gentlemen, an enlightened morning to you all! I shared to you a quote from Aldous Huxley, and doesn’t it speak to each one of us? Who here doesn’t know of sadness? Despair? Loneliness? Anxiety? Suffering? Madness? I know of none.

Life is such an adventure that bumps, cracks, and stops are sure to come along the way. Indeed, life is not all smiles, the minute we were born in this world, we cry and it is a sign that we are alive. Yes, crying proves that we are alive, that we live, that we feel, that we are human. But crying is not always the solution. Crying doesn’t answer everything.

Have you ever felt so low and so down that you can’t even hold on to something? That all you can do is keep on falling, no one is there by your side, you feel all alone and there is no trace of hope you could ever chance upon. Does fear set you back in everything you do or wanted to do? Is everyday such a struggle that it already feels like torture? Do you feel so empty that nothing in this world could ever define you?

To everyone in front of me right now, when was the last time you laughed so hard? When was the last time you said ‘I love you’ truthfully and sincerely and when was the last time it was said to you? When was the last time you ate something so delicious? When was the last time you had a good conversation with a friend? When was the last time you listened to a good song and danced to it? When was last time you sang in the shower or just sang your heart out? When was the last time you thanked God?

Yes, life can be hard and it can be very heavy to carry on. But look, we’re still alive. It seems like yesterday when our troubles were looking for our missing crayon and not coloring past the lines of illustrations. It seems like yesterday when it was like the end of the world when your friend will be absent to school. It seems like yesterday when we would yawn to boring teachers and the thrill of our lives were those two hands moving in the clock. It seems like yesterday when all the high school drama just happened, fights, arguments, trends you got hooked on, friends who became enemies, friends who became strangers. It seems like yesterday when your failing grades were the biggest thing in the world and you would do anything and everything to pass. It seems like yesterday that we had trouble making friends. It seems like yesterday when we had to endure a joke that isn’t funny and hurts inside.

Well, it was yesterday. Wasn’t it then that we hoped? That we dreamed? That we moved on? The tomorrow we wanted is now. Yesterday, all the heartaches and pain, is now gone, so I want you to congratulate yourself. If you made it then, you will make it now no matter what it is.

Life is a book with many chapters, don’t stop reading, and don’t stop writing. Go on. Every step is a start of a journey. Every way may not turn out to be good, but we can still get something from it for we have learned.

We could go on and on and on with how hard life is, but what’s more important is living, than crying, moping, worrying or being sad about it.drea

Remember, you have dreams to fulfill, hope right in your pocket, and realizations yet to discover. You will be surprised with many things, with things you can achieve, things you can and are yet to do, and things you have already surpassed.

If life can be summed up in three words then it is: Life Goes On. It’s continuous. So we too, should be continuous, keep moving. Just like the clock, don’t stare at it, do what it does, keep moving. In everyday, the simple things we do teach us this value. We prepare our food, we cook, we eat, we wash the dishes. After each activity, there is another inevitable one coming along the way that we should do. Even maneuvers when driving, you must have taken the wrong way and need to go back, or you need to turn in order to go where you want to. It takes time but so what? You are heading towards somewhere, and most importantly, you are moving.

All of us are students. All of must learn. To live is also to learn. In our mathematics subjects, we became familiar with the process of simplification. It is the process of simplifying complicated equations to simple ones. In life, there are many complicated things. We often complain and shout out that “Why is life so complicated?” My answer to that, ladies and gentlemen is, for us to make it simple. Yes, you heard right. So is the same with the question, “Why is life so unfair?” Well, for us to make it fair. Other than karma, we live in this world to make things right, to do good even if evil is spread out around us, to be just even if injustices are tempting us.

A good man by the name of Charlie Chaplin once said: “Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.” I couldn’t agree more. All we see is the pain, the hurt, and the sufferings, that we overlook the warm sunsets, the fresh flowers, and the morning dew by the time we wake up already tired even before starting to get up for a new day. We overlook the small smiles that creek up on our faces, the little favors others do for us, the joys of what we already have, and yet we complain, stay ignorant, selfish but most of all, foolish. We overlook the stars in the night sky, the cool breeze in the air, the moon brightly lit amongst the stars, that all we say come night time is how horrible the day was or how horrible it would be again for tomorrow.

We live in this fast, ever growing and ever changing world, that all of us busy with work, with school, with something else that keeps us from seeing that the world is truly beautiful, no matter how cruel or hard it is to live in it. Take the time to just sit down, relax, and look at the sky. In the end, it will be us regretting that we didn’t appreciate these things when we had the time.

Take things lightly, as what Aldous Huxley says. Ladies and gentlemen, I do not want to waste much time saying how the world is beautiful, rather than truly appreciating it, I leave that to you if you have ever realized anything from what I said. If you get mad, offended, or have any violent reaction…Well, bring it on. But I have you know, I will accept whatever comes along, but of course, I would take it lightly. That is all! And once again, an enlightened morning to you all!



Empty Existence

This will be my first daily blabber post. For the love of this blog, I’ll be posting some random thoughts of just about anything that would pass my mind. My goal is to post everyday, some or a lot will be in queue. I hope I could keep this up unlike my “quote-essay” which only has one post. Oopsie.

So, I wonder if there is such a thing as an empty existence. I do believe in what Oscar Wilde has said that others just exist rather than “live”. What baffles me is that we live in this world of random things but it is our choice if random things just remain random or familiar to us. That we affect each other somehow. Like you saw that random lady with a nice bag, that guy with a weird haircut, that noisy child in the park…and they evoke some thoughts in you, thoughts are powerful, they can make you, they say something about you. If you agree that the random lady did have a nice bag, you reacted, and you’ll have a thought, that may become an idea, you like that bag and you’re going to find which store sells it, you are going to spend your precious time on an idea you got from a random lady.

My point is, if we evoke ideas in a mere menial way, then isn’t that proof we exist for some kind of reason? Or maybe some people live “empty” but we see something from them which influences us, though they don’t see themselves.

Dear Diary #11

January 16, 2013

Dear Diary,

I know I don’t post much lately…It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s just that the days would just pass by. I’m with mixed emotions because this is what I wanted, I want the days to pass by quickly because I can’t wait to graduate. It’s still a year before that but I can’t wait, as you know, I’m unhappy with my course…But I have been coping up as I said. And I do feel better, sometimes too better I think. And maybe that’s good rather than me sulking every time. I think I could go on too without another visit to the guidance councilor. It feels good that I can cheer up myself once again.

Moving on, last night I finished the anime Daddy Long Legs. I’ve been watching the episode since last year and it gave me quite an experience. Its an adaptation of Jean Webster’s novel with some changes. I haven’t read the novel yet, but the anime is somehow nostalgic. It was aired and dubbed in the Philippines when I was young and honestly, I didn’t watch it, except for one time and that’s all I can recall. It’s either they aired it when I was in Guam or that it is airing on TV and I refuse to watch it simply because I’m not too fond of Judy’s “Pippi Longstocking” hair.  What made it nostalgic was that I share the same name with the protagonist- Judy, but mine is spelled with an ‘i’. I remember high school classmates who call me Judy Abbott sometimes. And last semester a classmate asked if I knew Daddy Long Legs. I would always say yes because I am familiar with it but haven’t had the chance to really watch the series. I realized it’s one of the anime series that made our childhood along with Princess Sarah, Sailor Moon, Doraemon, Hello Kitty, etc.

So I decided to watch the series and I was very surprised because I enjoyed watching it, especially during Christmas vacation. I watched episode after episode and though it was predictable at times, it was very fun to watch. What made me so engaging was the fact that I actually have a lot of similarities with Judy Abbott. I’m also a writer, I’m also a poet, she has written short stories which I’ve done too, she has written novels which is I want to do, they acted William Shakespeare’s As You Like It while that was the play assigned to our class in our junior year, she writes letters regularly and I write letters to my two best friends though not regularly,  she writes to her ”Daddy” while I’ve always written in diaries even though it seems like I’m just talking to myself. Her birthplace is New York which is where I want to go. Even the way she acts when teased with boys, I see myself and I just laugh while watching.

I couldn’t believe that I would instantly fall in love with it.  I judged it even before watching it and now that I gave it a chance, I just simply adore it. And like anyone who has ever finished watching a series, I’m in a “what now?” state, but it left quite an impression on me and I’m glad it did.

What I want now is Judy’s cheerful nature, when I was a child I know I was that cheerful, but growing up I began to show a shy, quiet, introverted side in me. Sometimes I miss that child, sometimes I cry when I remember her, it’s like I don’t know her but I know I do. Maybe she is still inside me, I’m not sure, but when I know I’ll tell you. Cheers, 🙂

Dear Diary #2

July 30, 2012

Dear Diary,

It’s Monday again. My most hated day of the week. Somehow I hope time will come that Monday isn’t so hurtful to me. That someday I’ll learn to embrace it. Maybe because Monday is the gateway to my troubles. When it comes, anxiety, a tired body and a weak spirit is what I show. Once again, only time will tell when Monday will be gateway to greatness for me.


I hope so…I will…Until then, thank you for listening Diary. 🙂

Quote – Essay #1

Aside from my ‘Dear Diary’ posts I’ve had the idea to make short essays from quotes I want to reflect upon. So this will be my first “Quote-Essay” post.

“Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.” – Dale Carnegie

I’m such a weary and anxious person. It is true and I undoubtedly admit that I worry too much that it already eats some of my precious time. After I worry, I’m usually sorry or angered that I wasted time again. Worrying is such a poison slowly ruining what’s ours. Like from what another quote says, worrying is like a rocking chair; it gives you something to do but you never get anywhere.

Now that I’m a third year college student, my worries just worsened. But time and again, I think of something positive. I just idolize my mother for she went through a lot and still stays positive, I, on the other hand, can let negative thoughts inside me. Whether she is really a positive thinker or she puts on a positive side for me and my sister doesn’t really matter to me, what matters is that she does it.

Seems like yesterday when I was still a freshman, or yet a freshman in high school. Time flies so fast that sometimes we don’t catch up with it. Sometimes we’re still in the past, sometimes we want to be in the future. Wherever we are or want to be, one thing is certain, time will always be moving. One day I’ll wake up and I’ll be marching in my graduation, and my worries right now will be yesterday, such true words from Dale Carnegie.

Dear Diary…

Since this is my blog, I’ve decided to share some intimate things about myself, though of course not everything, but things I would be willing to share and tell, like directly conversing with my blog. So here it goes…

July 26, 2012

Dear Diary,

Every time our professor gives one of his ‘slice of life’ speeches, I look stone-cold and bored, but deep inside, I’m so hurt, it’s like knives silently stabbing my heart one by one, each stabbing harder and harder.

He talks of enjoying life too, which is such a blur right now to me. I’m not happy anymore. Much more than the cortisol-inducing stress, I literally don’t know why I’m right here right now. My ‘college life’ is such a sad book. I wake up every day for something I’m not happy or at least inspired to do. It has now gotten to this point that I go to school just for the sake of going to school.

I’m tired. I study, I really do. Everyone says I’m a good student. But being a good student is not enough. I am counting the days until this semester is finally over. One day this will be over, I keep repeating this phrase over and over. It seems like life would really put you down, though you try hard, it’s not enough. You read, study, read, study…An unending process that’s giving me unsatisfactory results. I just cry every time because I can’t collect all the pain. I should let it out.

Maybe it’s because I lost purpose in what I’m doing, that’s why I get so tired easily. I have the thought of helping myself and each time I fail it’s like the sky fell down on me. I found little ways of helping myself though, I posted a motivational poster given to me a long time ago by a friend. I posted it in the wall beside my bed in the dormitory. I don’t read it everyday, the worries of everyday visit me more than thoughts of motivation. But it’s so beautiful that I want it inside my heart and remembered in my brain. Only time will tell when I find my way. Just because my college life is not happy, it doesn’t mean that my life should be unhappy too. With that said, I’ll share the poster to you:


Always Remember

Your presence is a present to the world.

You are unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be what you want it to be.

Take the days just one at a time.


Count your blessings, not your troubles.

You will make it through whatever comes along.

Within you are so many answers.

Understand, have courage, be strong.


Do not put limits on yourself.

So many dreams are waiting to be realized.

Decisions are too important to leave the chance.

Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.


Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.

The longer one carries a problem the heavier it gets.

Do not take things too seriously.

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.


Remember that a little love goes a long way.

Remember that a lot goes forever.

Remember that friendship is a wise investment.

Life’s treasures are people together.


Realize that it is never too late.

Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.

Have health and hope and happiness.

Take the time to wish upon a star.





A Heart Of Butterflies

I always remember,

How you closed my eyes

To your sweet surrender.

Oh, how time flies…


Moments of silence,

Is when my heart shouts loudest.

For my love dwells in solace.

You have a maiden now I must be modest.


But there are still butterflies in my heart,

Fluttering outside the fence,

that’s keeping our world’s apart.

They wander your midst in my defense.


Will my butterflies breath

Dominate your reserved garden?

Or will they be crushed to death,

By you and your maiden?

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