Love is a Choice

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I had a recent conversation with someone, and there I realized something about love… that it is a choice, more than a feeling. 


Love is not a feeling, but a choice

It is mostly about commitments, more than the joys

Love is about making decisions,

To love her for and against whatever reasons.


Love is a choice because the euphoric feelings may fade away,

But it’s up to you if you choose to continue and stay.

Love is a choice because the butterflies may have fluttered away,

But it’s up to you to bloom flowers for them and make a way.


Love is a choice, and not just an emotion

Feelings are fleeting, and we don’t have love potions

Which could bring back the excitement and sparks between you

It is your choice to decide if your love is really true.


Truth be told, it’s not your choice who you’re attracted to

Your differences aren’t your fault, even the everyday- “argue”,

But it’s your choice to endure and let your heart bleed,

Because it’s your choice to whom you want to stay in love with.


Again, Love is a choice, and not a feeling

Because these are fleeting and you”ll never know how much time is stealing

It is up to you to make choices that knowingly hurts

It is your choice to be brave enough to try, and never fret.


Love is a choice, this is what I believe

I won’t let these feelings try and let myself get deceived

Love is a choice, this is what my heart roars

And I choose to love someone, forevermore.


Creative Writing, Uncategorized

3 Reasons Why Teenagers are Afraid to Voice Out their Opinion

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“Everyone has the right to express their opinion…” 

With all the different issues our world is currently facing, it is inevitable that everyone has their own opinion. But only few has the courage to express it; Or maybe some are just afraid to voice them out. Like us, teenagers.

I conducted a simple interview with my fellow teenagers and asked them possible reasons why some of us are afraid to voice out our opinions. And here’s what we/ they say:

1. “We are afraid of criticisms.”

We all know that expression of opinion comes with criticism. It is inevitable that some teenagers are afraid of these because they tend to have vulnerable hearts. Or maybe some of us are afraid of judgment. I, myself, have tried to voice out my opinion and had regrets after doing it. After I confidently posted my thought about a certain issue, I received comments and I started to feel bashful. We all understand that some criticisms may be constructive or destructive, but regardless of how it is delivered, we can still be afraid because we’re just starting to learn how to accept it.

But let me tell you that criticisms are actually good. Some of them helps us to grow and learn something. As the saying goes, “If you’re not open to criticism, then you’re not open to truly growing as a person.” 

2. “We are told to shut up.”

Truth be told, this is one of the reasons why.

Some adults view teenagers’ opinions worthless. We do understand that we are too young to think that we could actually change the world. But we know all too well that being young doesn’t restrict us to have an opinion about a certain issue. We also have the right to be heard and our opinions to be valued.

Some teenagers don’t share their thoughts because of the fear of rejection. We are told at school to never be afraid of voicing out our opinions, but we are never warned that we could be bashed by doing so. They degrade us, teenagers, thinking that we were just born yesterday, and oblivious to the “real world.” We’re belittled and told to grow up but stops us from speaking our thoughts, which is how we could grow.

To (some) adults,

We are teenagers, not “just teenagers”. Do you understand? Please don’t limit us from voicing out our opinions. Wasn’t there a time when you were like us? When you were only like us, wanting a voice too? Hoping we could freely suggest about a certain issue?

I know some of us are being careless, irresponsible, and impolite about making opinions. And I know that some adults are reading this thinking that not all are dismissive of teens. I’m not saying these just because i’m also a teenager. There are some adults who support teens, I understand, however, it goes the same for us. You cannot put all flowers on the same pot. Meaning, we are different from each other. Not all teenagers are “careless”, “irresponsible”, and “worthless.” Some of us may be insane but that doesn’t mean that teenagers that actually care like us don’t exist. We do care about these issues, especially we are the next ones to inherit the responsibilities of the future. So please, let us care.

3. “We are not confident enough.”

“All reluctance is a lack of confidence.”

Some teenagers are reluctant to speak out their opinions because they are not confident enough of what they’re saying. They are afraid to commit mistakes about what they’re stating. They aren’t very sure of their opinion. In addition, some may change their opinion after reading or knowing other’s. Because they lack confidence, they are easily confused about which side they should be. So they remain silent, instead of speaking a certain opinion then changing it afterwards.

I know that we all have our own reasons why we choose to stay silent about our opinion. But whatever it is, we should realize that everyone’s opinion matters. But always remember, that it is best to deliver them politely and start to learn accepting criticisms. Be confident and stand for what you believe and what you think is right.

We are teenagers, and we are born to stand out. But we could only stand out, if we start to voice out our thoughts and be part of something.

You have a voice, let it speak and be heard.

Don’t just zip your mouth.

Believe in yourself, and learn to speak, little by little until you can. Let’s do this.


(Thank you so much to all my fellows who’ve been part of my simple interview. You were such a great help!) 

Book Reviews

A Mess of Reason (REVIEW)

Author: A. Wilding Wells

Rating: ★ 1/5

Synopsis: Scout Steele is the country music star People magazine just voted ‘sexiest bachelor’. More than that, he’s my best friend forever, my bff. OK, not quite my lingo – I’m almost thirty. We’ve shared everything, and then some. Even crossed the line a few times, but not too far. Well, mostly…. He’ll go to the end of the world to make me happy; he knows me inside and out. Except, that is, my most intimate and darkest defect; this he must never know. It would ruin us, and ‘us’ is the only thing that matters. So I’m marrying someone who doesn’t care about the truth or, frankly, even me.” “She’s twisted and sexy as all get out. Brilliant and beautiful, Tess Harlow is my best friend and my forbidden fruit – the woman I’ve always known and loved the best but can never have. Between my tours (and sexy groupies) and her man-juggling, we’ve never found “our time.” I love her to pieces but she’s about to marry the bane of my existence, rocker Creed Luce. He’s a walking cliche and he treats my Tess like hell – why she stays with him I still haven’t figured out. I am always there for her…but not this time. Tess deserves better, way better, my better. The door is half-open and I have my ways. Her best friend is about to become her best lover.


From chapter 1, until the last chapter I was very lazy reading this book, i don’t know why… Maybe because of the sexual words that I can’t even understand. I have read books with contents like that, but this book is different! Imagine a book with lines very sexy and awkward, i mean all of the lines are! It’s depressing, and i feel like i can’t continue this anymore. The first time I saw this book, i thought this would be good for me. But it isn’t, it made me feel bad for reading the book. I expected too much, maybe because of the cover (oops, sorry).


Tess– Oh come on! She’s very irritating. If she would ever come to life, i don’t want too see her, ever! She’s a cry baby, crying over things she did herself, crying over small things. And, sorry to say this but she’s very stupid. She wants to be with Scout but then she’s getting married. Isn’t that stupid? She’s always saying that she wants to be with her bestfriend, but that’s what they’re doing right now. They act like their couples, and when something’s about to happen between them, she’ll start to cry and resist as if she doesn’t want something like that.

Scout- I hate him. Really. Aside from his name (He has the same name with a character from To Kill A Mockingbirdthat i respect so much), i hate him for being such an opportunist, taking advantage of his best friend’s weak character just for him to do whatever he wants from her. He’s the type of guy you would never want to date, the type of guy you would want to kill (am i too harsh? sorry).

They are the best example for the term ‘(Best)Friends with Benefits’. And it made me hate them more!! Ugh, i’m done with this.


Honestly, i really like the plot. At first, I thought it would turn out nice because of the plot which is about bestfriends with feelings toward each other, have no courage to let their feelings touch each other’s hearts. It was a good plot. I like it, really, but you know what i didn’t like? The execution. If the author (A. Wilding Wells) just executed the story better, i’d probably rate it 5/5.

Thanks for reading.

Note: To the readers, this review is only an opinion of mine, don’t be hesitant to read the book just because of my low rating. Try to read it and let me know what you think. To the author, i respect you so much, and i’m so sorry for giving a low rating, but as promised, I gave an honest review. Thank you for giving me the chance to review your book. 


Creative Writing

…Once a happy memory, now a history.




I am quiet, on a deep thought thinking of the entries I’ve written on my journal. Of all those entries, i come up reminiscing the most special one. The story which was once my favorite, now the story I wish was never written…

How long has it been? For me, it’s just been a day. The feelings are so fresh and clear as yesterday when you told me how much you like me. I felt so happy as you told me those words. I still recall that time my heart went crazy, the vibrations were flowing through my body.
All these words, i felt from a single person… You.
Every day we shared, you made me feel anxious, at the same time relieved. You made me feel everything i never felt before. All at once. It was truly amazing.

That sweet story was followed by another, day by day. Until the most unexpected story was written on an unexpected time…

I just finished drying myself after being soaked in the rain. I guess you’re expecting something sweet, sweeter than the previous stories, am i right? Well, let me tell you that it’s over. It’s over. No more sweet stories, because this time, it would be different.

It was raining. I felt so happy that he went to my classroom just to pick me up because the rain’s getting heavier. On his arms were umbrella.
He’s so sweet that all I can say is, “Hi.”
“Come on, we have to get home real quick.”
“Um, okay.” It was weird because he’s different from the usual that he’ll kiss me on the cheek, followed by his usual greet.

He was walking me home, we were holding hands when he suddenly stopped and released the umbrella as he did the same to my hands. I don’t know what was wrong so I asked him.
“Go home by yourself.”
I was confused, “Why? Is there any problem?”
He looks irritated, “Look, just go, okay? I don’t-“
“What’s your problem?! Yesterday you were so sweet, and now you’re acting like a jerk!”
Now he’s wearing that evil eye he used to show when he was mad.
“Will you please shut up? I’m on rush, my girl’s waiting for me.”

Girl? Who is he talking about? Wait, it must be some kind of joke. It can’t be, he would never cheat on me. But, but… He did.
Tears started to flow down my face. I’m completely wet because of the rain. If you could imagine me, you’ll think it’s a bit dramatic. It is. My tears were flowing as I watch him run away, his back far and farther away from me. I’m crying and the sky chose to cry with me. I think it’s great because I could hide my tears behind the rain.

This pensive mood casts my mind back to the times i could never forget. The entries on my journal I used to read repeatedly and smile like an idiot. Now the entry made me wish I never written it. I wish I could unwritten all those stories as if they never really happened. The story which was once a happy memory, now a history.