Off-shoulder Clothing

Greetings everyone,

How was your day? I hope it is good, because I don’t have words to describe how my day has been. Well my day is not all bad, but it is not all great either. I am writing to share to you my thoughts about off-shoulder clothing. I don’t know what possessed me to write this one but just hear me out.

I admit that off-shoulder clothing looks great on everybody, no matter what body type you are sporting. I like how it flatters every single figure, as well as how sophisticated and classy it looks when you put it on. However, no matter how fun it is to wear it comes with a great effort, because you have to be mindful that it will stay covering the areas you wanted covered.

Off-shoulder clothing equals off-limits for me, because not only am I paranoid that people will judge my wide shoulders, I am paranoid that I will experience a wardrobe malfunction and show the world my boobs. Yes, I know that a strapless bra is already out in the market, so there’s no point in lecturing me to buy one or better yet wear one. However for girls like me who are gifted in the chest area and who happens to live in a city where the necessary things, like a perfect fit strapless bra, are a great scarcity, wearing an off-shoulder clothing is apparently one hell of a job.

However, I am the kind who likes to take risk and be all fine and dandy about it, so I eventually wore one. I went on a date with my sister at a café wearing a plain white off-shoulder top and denim rompers, and to my surprise my off-shoulder top did not reveal to the world my boobs. That is a great thing considering I became so paranoid when it comes to wearing off-shoulder clothing. Now, I am going to tell you how I made it happen. 

First and foremost let me tell you how I managed holding my boobs in place, knowing that a great strapless bra is a scarcity in our city. I bought an ordinary strapless bra that fit just fine with me but does not do my boobs any justice and I also bought a tube or more likely a cloth-like band in the color nude so it would just blend with my skin tone. So when the time came that I decided to wear my off-shoulder top, I wore my ordinary strapless bra and wore over it the cloth-like band for support to the bra and wore the off-shoulder top over everything, pair it with a denim rompers and white shoes, then I have myself a great #OOTD. I never thought that this trick would work, I kept on imagining myself tugging my bra and my top upwards for it not to fall and allow my boobs to look saggy, but it never happened so I can say that this trick really work.

I spent the whole afternoon on that café with my sister just talking and having fun, and not tugging on my bra and my top. So I really swore on this trick, and if you have any trouble with wearing your off-shoulder clothing, just do this trick and you are good to go.

Love,

Niña Liza

An Open Letter to My Santa Claus

Dear My Santa Claus,

I wish that I can wish something from you right now, but I have everything I have ever wished for. When this year started I hope for a better life than the year before that, and I apparently received it. Now you see, you are ruined to me by many people when they said that you are not real and that you are never going to be real. I almost cried when they told me that, but I did not because I kind of knew that it would impossible for you to travel the whole globe within just a couple of hours. The Christmas after that I did not received any present from you.

I was a bit younger than I am right now when I stopped believing that you exist, because my presents stopped coming and people told me that you never existed. So I asked myself: if you were not real then, who brought all those presents for me in the many Christmas that I was well aware of? As I journeyed to finding the answer to my question, I found out that you are the same person who gives me present all throughout the year; on my birthday or any day that I would ask for things. To cut it short it turns out that My Santa Claus are my parents.

So this is a letter where I thank my parents. I just want to thank my parents for every present that I have been given. Thank you, my dear parents, for giving the chance to believe in Santa Claus even if it was cut awfully short by people. I want you to know that I appreciate everything that you have ever given me and everything you have done for me. I would never be where I am today, if it wasn’t for your best efforts.

So I guess that it is a short thank you letter for you My Santa Claus, and I very well hope that you can read it someday.

Love,

Niña Liza

Projection

Greetings everyone,

How are you all doing? I hope you are having a Merry Christmas, because by God’s grace I am. Now I wanted to share my poetry to all of you, because I feel like I owe it to all of you to get to know me a little better. I am going to open my sharing of my poetry to you with a poem I’ve made nearly a year ago. It is the first poem I published in this blog at the time I decided to make the contents of this blog about my poetry. This poem is the closest to my heart because it sums up everything that I am, and I’d like to think of it as my coming of age poem. So here it goes:

Projection

I built up walls around me

Made of bricks

And it cannot be easily penetrated

By anyone

Sometimes when I feel better

About myself

I took some bricks out to let

People see

What is really hidden in the

Insides of me

I hope you enjoyed reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is literally Christmas, so Merry Christmas to all of you.

Love,

Niña Liza

I Failed.

Greetings everyone,

How are you all doing? I hope you all are doing well, because apparently for me came my worst nightmare. I failed my Math 71 subject and I don’t know what to tell my parents or even if I have the heart to tell them about it. You see, people who knew me think of me as the girl who never fails, not in the simplest tasks nor in the hardest of all tasks. So it is hard for me to face failure of any kind, and this was not just a failure of any kind. 

I am attending a university nearly five hours away from my hometown, because I wanted to have that quality education everybody is dying to have. My family is never rich and can barely send me to college but I wanted so badly to go to a great university and so my parents let me go, even if it meant a great hole to their pockets. I owe my parents a lot, and as I am writing this I am filled with guilt that I failed them and I don’t know how to deal with it. I am embarrassed with myself as well, because my sister just recently passed the licensure examination for geodetic engineering, and I could never compete with her achievements, not that I need to but people is expecting me to do so. I really don’t know how to revive myself from this feeling of worthlessness that I am feeling as of the moment.

I am studying to get a degree in Statistics and my courses consists of Mathematics and Statistics, and when you are enduring that kind of massive information every day you tend to grow confident in the subjects that you know is of less importance. I know that it is entirely my fault why I failed my Math 71 subject I grew confident that I will pass because it is just the minor Math subject that we need to face, not realizing that it is a pre-requisite subject for me to move on to the higher mathematics. I am so stupid and I cannot blame any other person but myself on why it happened.

However, as I am writing this I realized that I cannot undo what has been done, I cannot turn back time and unmake the mistakes that I have made. I also realized that feeling sorry for myself is useless, it won’t lead me into that path that I wanted to take, and as well as comparing myself to other people’s achievements. So the best thing for me to do is move on, retake Math 71 in the next semester, focus all my energy into my studies, and to not let anything distract me from my goals.

It is hard to fail and everyone knew that; find me someone who does not think so, and I bet you’ll never find one. However, what is even harder is to condemn yourself to a lifelong misery just because you fail. And see, failure is a fantastic way to show people that you can redeem yourself especially when you are backed into a corner. In general, failure is not all bad, as long as you will realize the things that needs to be done to recover from it. So, stop feeling sorry for yourself and make your goals happen.

Love,

Niña Liza

The Originals Review

Greetings everyone,

How are you all doing? If you will ask me, it is pretty great in my end of the spectrum. I am writing today to inform all of you that I have finished watching the three season of the American TV series The Originals, and I hope to share my thoughts to you about the TV series.

First and foremost, for those of you who don’t know what The Originals is about, I am going to share a little summary about it. The Originals is a spin-off from the American supernatural drama The Vampire Diaries which is based on the book series The Vampire Diaries by L. J. Smith. The Originals centered on the story of the first vampires, Niklaus Mikaelson, a hybrid- who is half-vampire and half-werewolf, and his siblings Elijah and Rebekah, who is trying to get back the city that they originally built, New Orleans, from his protégé Marcel Gerard, while dealing with a war that is brewing against witches, vampires and werewolves.

The first season is all about giving credit where credit is due. The Mikaelson siblings returned to the city they call home, New Orleans, for the first time since 1919 when their father, Mikael, drove them out of it. When they arrived at New Orleans they discovered that the city that they built was now run by the boy they adopted centuries back. Filled with jealousy Niklaus aim to take back what is rightfully his’ and his family’s, all the while dealing with a werewolf girl, Hayley, who is carrying his child that needs protection from the witches who claims it is the abomination of their kind.

In the second season, the series took it up a notch when their mother, Esther, and their two brothers, Kol and Finn, were resurrected from the dead and now live in the bodies of witches. Their mother was a powerful witch who created what they are today, and who so badly desire to reverse what she has done. The family drama got even more intense when their oldest sister, Freya, whom their mother said died on the plague a thousand years ago, came to them with a news that endangered Niklaus’ daughter. Freya was given to their aunt Dahlia, who is a very powerful witch, by their mother as the sacrifice for giving her the fertility she needed to bear children. However it does not only end with Freya, every first born child of the Mikaelson family is to be sacrifice to Dahlia, which made Niklaus’ daughter vulnerable. And so Niklaus did everything that he can to protect his daughter, even cursed his child’s mother in wolf form and only turned to human form every full moon.

The third season was full of revenge plot against the Mikaelson family. It was all based on a prophecy that: they will all fall, one by friend, one by foe, and one by a family. All their sire lines showed up at their door offering to help them, by locking them away until the prophecy will pass. Because if an original vampire will die every single vampire they turned will die as well. A coven of witches who uses dark magic severed the link of Niklaus and all the vampire he sired. Lucien, who was the first vampire sired by Niklaus and who wanted so bad to be Niklaus’ better, made himself a creature far much lethal than Niklaus with the aid of the ancestors of witches. The Mikaelsons all became paranoid and took the necessary precaution until Freya discovered a loophole that allowed her to make Lucien an ordinary vampire again. However, it all came with a great sacrifice and that is Davina, a shunned witch who Marcel thinks of as his daughter and the only person Kol loved. Marcel was so angry with the Mikaelson that he turned himself into the creature that Lucien became and fulfilled the prophecy that led to the downfall of all the Mikaelson.

I was easily hooked by the series The Originals, maybe because I do have a soft spot for a good vampire story or maybe because I do have a soft spot for gentlemen who has accent that is to die for. Kidding aside, I like this TV series a lot because its morale always comes down to the value of family; that family is power. And no matter how hideous it is the things you have done or no matter how many enemies you have made in your lifetime, family is always and forever going to be there for you, to hope with you, and to love with you. Also I like The Originals because it made me feel things that I was not prepared to feel: assurance, overjoy, sadness, and hope. 

The series The Originals is filled to the brim with stories about family, friendship, enemies, love, death and vengeance, so if you are looking for a great way to spend the holidays without leaving your house, you surely need to watch this series and you will surely enjoy it. A little bit of warning: be prepared to fall in love with the Mikaelson brothers.

Love,

Niña Liza

An Open Letter to my Readers

Dear Readers,

I really don’t know what to write in this blog, but I do know one thing and that is I want to make a blog- a productive one of sorts. Filled with ideas, inspirations, and imaginations that can hopefully mold the world into something better. 

I am just an ordinary eighteen year-old girl with an extraordinary amount of perseverance. I have tons of insecurities, and I can say that I am doing a pretty good job in denying that I have insecurities. People see me as the tough kid who can endure everything and can talk her way out of hell. I change my hair color drastically every moment that I grew tired of looking at myself in the mirror, I am even sporting a blue ombre hair as I am writing this. I admit that I do not own the prettiest face in the whole vastness of the universe, nor do I have the perfect body defined by society. My weight is always fluctuating and I really do wish I weigh lighter than I do right now. 

I love makeup, but I hide in the four corners of my bedroom wall when I am putting it on my face because I don’t want to be judge by other people, because to them it is either too much or too little and there is no in between. I like being the subject of any photography or appearing in any film, call it vain but I like it, because it gives me the freedom to tell people that I love myself in the face of the world that told me not to. I am an aspiring writer who desire to inspire the world with the words that I have weaved into poetry, letters, articles, recommendations, and even with my simple comment in the suggestion box on the counters of any coffee shop. I am still a work in progress and I have no authority over anyone yet but myself, and I gave myself the right to dream big and aim high when I realized that nothing and no one is capable of holding me captive. 

Above everything else, I wish to inspire young girls to get to know their selves better than they do right now, invest in their selves, help other girls who are in need, make their voice count and become the person that they want to be. Because the world is trying so hard to make every girl in the world doubt their worth, as well as doubt their selves and their capabilities, and it is the duty of every girl in the world to help change it in any way that they can.

Now that I have established what people thought of me, my insecurities, the things that I like to do, who I want to become, and the things that I want to accomplish in my lifetime, I figured I now have some ideas on what to write in this blog. I just hope that a great number of people will get it, because I know from the very beginning of this journey that I will never be everybody’s cup of tea. To the people who get the idea on why I want to do this, you have my sincerest gratitude, and I hope that every single one of you will muster a great courage and do a courageous act of changing the world for the better.

Love,

Niña Liza