A bit of YOLO

I received an email from a friend this morning and she wrote “YOLO! Smile!” on the last part of her letter. It did make me smile. “You only live once.” Wiki says it’s similar to “carpe diem.” For some people, YOLO means being reckless, unapologetic. An excuse when doing something wrong. Being stupid that leads to self-destruction. While for some, I included, this acronym connotes with the positive ideas about life. And every one of us had that YOLO moment or moments written on a page of our existence. That moment of zest, appreciation of life, enthusiasm. The courage to achieve anything exciting and gutsy and at the same time respecting life and living it well. 

My YOLO moments  are not  the extreme types of stuff. I think mine is between crazy, spur of the moment ideas and with just a little bit of YOLO attitude. Before my close friend move to CA, we decided to go somewhere – to a place where my pointing finger landed on the map she’s holding. North! And so, we packed our bags and off we go; excitement filled us up. The 8 hour bus ride never lessens the excitement we have. It even doubled when we reached our destination. I gave a loving, delightful glance at the sea before going inside the inn to rest. The moon seems to offer a lullaby to the tired body and soul. Come morning, I noticed how the sun shines brightly and the salty air has that appeal to the senses. Goodness! I must be getting really old  to be remarking like this, lol… The surfers we saw on the beach must be having their YOLO moment every time they ride the waves. Wow! My mind yells in respect and envy, haha!… My friend and I had a blast discovering the locality and in one way or another, discovering something about ourselves too. I love DIY trips like that! I remember a summer vacation with another friend of mine wherein we walked to the other side of the 33.07 square kilometer island to frolic on the unspoiled beach. Don’t get me wrong.. Of course I love traveling with my family. My DIY trips with a friend or two and the trips with family are both fun. The only difference is that family trips are well planned while the other is spontaneous – tests your patience and your flexibility.

Aside from those DIY trips, I put wall climbing under the tab of my little bit of YOLO moment. No one in my family and circle of friends believed when I bragged that I went wall climbing. They know how clumsy and panicky I can get, lol…. My heart and mind are screaming the first time I did this. But it taught me a lot – from the physical benefits to the emotional betterment that is to be calm, to push myself and persevere, to listen to myself. I’d do wall climbing again soon. Insert smiley here,hehe…

“We only live once.” “We only have one shot at life.” People say that often. If we want to do something – planned or in random- then go ahead and do it. Just remember, getting an  affirmative result afterwards is the best YOLO experience you should have. 

a saturday

Keep Standing

Life isn’t built with good things alone

Its columns aren’t always sturdy and strong.

Sometimes it will be shaken, tumbled and cracked.

But with faith, optimism and courage intact

You can restore it for sure, better than before.

Just wait for the dust to settle and get ready for the hard work

And when it’s done and put together

Smile and feel proud

Knowing that life can’t easily knocked you down.

(almost) Glam

I often wondered what it feels like

To have a closet full of such names

A Prada, an LV, a Gucci, an Hermes

Not to forget the pairs that lines up and persuades.

The Manolo, the Choo, Alexander and Miu Miu

Oh! What a wonderful closet to view!


And I would stare at these luxuries happy and gay

But then… ting! I’m snapping back to life

I’ve a closet alright, but no sight of those delights

Hmm.. I would sigh but smile and still feel nice.


I would buy my latte wearing not a Miu Miu but my worn out shoes

And walk my way carrying not an Hermes but my old tote that’s so overused.

As I sip my morning caffeine, I would utter a little prayer

Thanking God for the small things that stitches smile on my face

I may not have one or two of those stuff

But hey, I’m alive and that’s a thumbs up!

Happiness is…

A noun. Defined as “a state of well-being characterized by  emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.”

 Each of us defines happiness in ways different from one another. Sometimes we see happiness in material things we acquire. Gadgets. A handsome car that makes our colleagues drool with envy. A nice, nice spotless home. A very fat bank account. The list is never-ending.

 Of course, it is to be expected that I will write about intangible things… those little, simple stuff that are making my plain, average world blissful. And in random, these are  those that pops up simultaneously in my brain…

 The chirping of the birds in the early morning. According to what I read, this is what scientists call “the dawn chorus”. Birds singing their teeny-weeny hearts out. They say it’s those birds’gestures to attract a mate. Cute. Every morning, their singing wakes me up. And every morning, I find time to listen to them while saying a thank you prayer that I am alive and ready to discover life again.

 The family bonding that is watching TV together or eating pizza or barbecue. And by family, I mean the whole that you can find in the family tree. Imagine the noise we do! And cousins’ mockery is downright annoying. Maybe because we  super have known each since birth that we can tease each other to death. Hahaha!  Irritating, but then at the end of the day, the comfort of knowing that we have each others back displaces the sarcastic bantering we had. 

Coffee. Ok, caffeine addict. Guilty. I love caffè latte. This drink that contains espresso,milk and foam can be likened to what we should arm ourselves with in our everyday journey- one-third hope, two-thirds compassion and humor as the foam.

 Friends. Those authentic, dependable friends. I’ve friends that I see over a bottle or two of beer. We talked insane and serious matters all at the same time. And according to Mr. Tom Marioni, drinking beer with friends is the highest form of art. Thumbs up to that!  And there are those I see in a coffee shop. Talking and sipping away life’s big and minor glitches.

 Being quiet. Communing with my inner self. Conversing with the big guy up there. All these calms me, soothes me, relaxes me. And taught me modest joy.

 Lastly, according to my brain, happiness is a day or a month at the beach. The saltines of the air, the rolling of the waves, the powdery of the sand.. It all gives out that consoling feeling that life, with all its drama and all, is good and wonderful. Psyche Roxas-Mendoza says it best “Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, it’s waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and  living need not be so hard.”

 And now, I rest my case.