Most of you know that I’m not that kind of person who starts a conversation and keeps it going, especially if it’s about spiritual or religious stuff. So this story about my day is quite unusual haha!I was waiting for a pedicab on my way home and this old-but not-that-old pedicab driver waved and asked if I’m going home already.
We quite knew each other and each other’s belief quite well and all I do when he talks about religion was to nod and say yes to everything he is saying. You know, just to show some respect but I do appreciate his stories about his religion and his views about our life.
I had the chance to ride his pedicab like 5 times already until today, the 6th ride is different–much different (Well, each 5 rides are totally different from another haha). Members of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints are taught to invite others to come unto Christ *insert “our purpose” here lol* so as a member of the church I invited “Mang Boy” that IF he has a free time (coz we all know that he is not a member of the church and he has lotsa priorities to do) he is so welcome to come to church and investigate and if he likes playing basketball he can join the boys every Friday night and play.
I’ve wanted to invite the pedicab driver since the 2nd ride coz he looks like he’s been looking for an answer and he looks like he knows stuff but still needs an answer but the human me is taking over. Like “hoy ale! Di yan papayag. Ire-reject ka niyan!”
I don’t wanna get rejected or what not, I hate myself for that but idk tho, invitation just came right out of my mouth like I was not the one talking. And after that invitation, I got goose bumps knowing that he already has his own copy of the Book of Mormon and he has read it.
You might say this is weird but this one’s true! The Holy Ghost does its job! It felt and it feels good that I got to invite Mang Boy. He may reject my invitation but one thing’s for sure; his questions might soon be answered maybe not by me but by someone who’s an authorized servant of Heavenly Father—the missionaries:)
You know what, forget the feeling of rejection! I’m really doing it!
Hey! Send me one message 🙂 anything!
So I’ve been asked a lot lately by friends and families on why I don’t use or put any make up on my face. I’ve been here 23 years and I can really count how many times those brushes and lipsticks touched my face and lips and it’s only twice—wedding day of my cousins and that’s it. I won’t lie, I use lip balm or chap stick and I don’t consider it “make-up” because I use it on purpose and that is to prevent my lips from bleeding from chapping(I peel dry/dead skin from my lips so they bleed, teehee).
It’s hard to explain why I don’t use them rather; I don’t have any explanation to explain at all. Is it really necessary that if you’re a girl you’re supposed to wear make-ups, dresses, be sexy, and be pretty and all? Can a girl just live the life she thinks she deserves without any explanation? You won’t know maybe she’s allergic to make up or something bad happened in the past that made her hate or stop using make up. We will never know. Unless she tells us in a way she finds it comfortable or when she gained your trust. A girl is pretty without any make up on. Beauty is all about love and once you have love inside you—you can see beauty in everything. No matter how ugly the physical appearance is, it doesn’t matter (well unless the person is really ugly and her soul is sold to the devil to do so much evil. Can’t blame you or me for hating that, I guess? #RealTalk #IwontLieAboutThisOne #ImSorry)
Oh and another thing, just because I don’t or I never had a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay or I hate love. Just because I don’t wear sexy or “in” clothing doesn’t mean I’m out of the trend. Just because I wear simple and people call it lame or old-y/granny dresses doesn’t mean I’m so old fashioned. Just because I stay at home almost every day doesn’t mean I’m weird or a man-hater. Just because I love the role of being a mom or me loves doing household chores doesn’t mean I’m too mature, there’s always this immaturity or childish inside us and I have those.
We live life differently. Let’s all keep that in mind. My professor told me that “beautiful for me may not be beautiful for you. Beauty is all about perspective”
So, the answer is this; I want my life to be simple as possible. We live in a complicated world so I don’t go with the flow. I have my own stream of life: D
Plus, it’s hot where I’m from so imagine yourself in full make up and its dreading 35-40 degree C outside. I don’t want to look like im crying black tears, srlsy! Good luck on that!
*pardon the grammar hope y’all get my point*