You can change your taste in fashion as fast as fashion changes itself but do keep one thing constant, your identity.
Lastly, remember this cardinal rule. Always take your make-up off before you go to sleep... and I mean ALWAYS.
I have always believed that beauty is more than just mere biological "accident" of nature. Though we cannot deny that appearance plays a vital standard in defining what is beautiful today, adding a a little bit of talent, intelligence and a great personality is absolutely the cherry on the cake.I never thought a perfect beauty really exist until I actually met three women that took my breath away. They don't look alike, they have different skills and each has their own unique lovable personality. And I've met the three of them.Last 2006, I was lucky enough to win the title Miss University Philippines and compete for an international beauty pageant, the Mister and Miss University International. That pageant both taught and mold me so much that I felt as if I was a renewed woman after the painful farewell. It was also in that same pageant that I met three women from Mongolia, Korea and Thailand that made me realize that perfection does exist and it exist in unique and gifted individuals.So, without further ado, may I present to you the beautiful women I was fortunate to meet. Though all of the MMUI candidates are beautiful I would just mention the three that honestly strike me as a perfect beauty.Meet Miss Thailand or Patta, Miss Mongolia or Ono, Miss Korea or Sunny and of course, me. We'll be giving the spot light to the three women I mentioned. First off, we'll start with the closest to my heart, Miss Mongolia.She was so beautiful I could barely take my eyes off her. She was one of the most quiet of all the candidates and yet her beauty shouts to all four corners of every places we went to. But her perfectly symmetric face was only a portion of her true beauty.I once accompanied her to her room in Manila Hotel. I was so surprised how she charmingly shriek when she saw the view. I could really see the sincerity in her eyes when she said to me something like this: The sky and the sea are touching. In Mongolia there is no sea...Her happiness was as simple as seeing how the sky mysteriously touch the sea. And that was when I realized, she's more than what meets the eye.Uno has got to be the most talented candidate in the whole pageant. She won the Best in Talent award to support my claim. She danced and sang so gracefully I just can't help asking her, "Don't you want to be an artist?" That was when she told me
The sky and the sea are touching. In Mongolia there is no sea...
I wanted to give my service and help many children...
No matter how much we deny the fear of death we cannot deny the fact that we do not want to die yet. Just now, I realized I'm no longer afraid. Well, yesterday I was afraid or maybe an hour before I wrote this blog... But now, I feel that the fear was just suddenly blown away.My grandfather died this year. But last December 2007 he was already suffering. That was the very first time I felt raw pain deed inside my heart. I didn't know that losing someone you really love, someone who loves you back, the only man in your life that was sincere and pure will be this painful. I've cried and felt pain before... And I recovered. But now, I'm crying and feeling pain and I don't want to recover. I don't want to forget.The only thing that somehow eases this hurt was the memory of taking care of my grandfather last December. I bet it was one of the happiest experience in his life... and mine too. I'm sorry I can't type what happened because I can't stop crying right now... But we shared good times. And I showered him all my love as a granddaughter and daughter could ever show.I really thought he was getting well. But unfortunately God took him from me. No, God didn't took him... My grandfather was His in the first place. I'm just really selfish. I just really thought I would graduate, be very rich and give my grandfather his own luxurious kitchen and lots of great grand children to take care of and tour him to different countries where he can sample all the great food some chef will make. He's a chef too you know. And ever since I was a child he already cooks for us. It was always perfect, delicious and presentable.My grandfather is very happy in Heaven now. There is no more pain, no more sadness and no more hurt. He's with his mother and father and I know... I pray... He's having the most wonderful and memorable time of his life... And he's not regretting anything at all. I've had my shortcoming and maybe I'll keep regretting all my life. But it doesn't matter, I deserve it.Right now I no longer fear death. Because I know that when I die and leave all my mortal senses here on earth, I'll be with my grandfather. We will talk and be together again and maybe he'll teach me now to cook... Because unfortunately I didn't got his talent nor his beautiful prominent nose... and I love him dearly.My grandfather is more than just a figure here in my blog. He's alive and a vital part of me. And when I grow old and become a mother, I'll name my first born son after him. Hopefully my future husband won't mind. I know it will make my grandfather really really happy. And so, before I end this blog may I leave a message to my grandfather...