Nothing A Red Lipstick Can't Fix

Last April was extremely tough. I was physically drained and emotionally exhausted. It was full of what ifs and whys. I was fighting not to fall back into the pit of depression. May was better. And then another one hit me. I wish I could elaborate but this is something I've been keeping to myself for years and I can't share just yet. 

I have been into stress eating for weeks and gained the weight I worked hard to shed off for months. I promised myself to get back in shape come June and yesterday while I was putting on my plate every dessert available on the buffet, I realized it is already June! 

This morning I woke up very early. I stayed in bed for two more hours lazily browsing my phone. I turned off the airconditioner and the heat slowly filled the room. Something to force me to get up. I then went downstairs and checked the fridge. I saw leftover pizza. I love leftover pizza. Popped a slice in the oven and while waiting for it, I remember I bought a MAC lipstick yesterday. 

So this is an #iwokeuplikethis photo except that I put a lipstick on. I'm not really into red lipsticks but I thought I need one to brighten up on days like these. I say I made a good choice with Relentlessly Red. Felt a bit better now. :)

I wonder, what gives men comfort?

PS. I thought I look good on this one so I changed my blog's profile photo. Pardon me. I guess I'm suffering from a bad case of #GGSS

The Bad Joke

I once said a joke that I thought was harmless and funny. It turned out to be a bad joke. I was too proud to admit it was a bad joke. I don't even believe I should be sorry. It was a joke. It should be funny. Why are people so pikon?

Hours later, I realized (admitted) it was a bad joke. A joke that was hurtful. Insulting. Insensitive.

Is sorry enough?


But it should be sincere. Not the kind of sorry just to appease someone.

I am an educated person. I know I was raised well by my parents. But I am not perfect. Some parts of me are rotten. I make awful mistakes. Pride makes it difficult for me to be sorry right away. But when I do, it comes from the heart. 

Roselle Writes At PSST.Ph

I never thought that a job posting on facebook will change my outlook for 2016. I started the year feeling depressed. The inevitable truth that I'm turning 40 and the lack of significant achievement made me restless. I almost considered giving the corporate world another try just to prove to myself that I still can compete in the rat race.

When Kathy posted on a blogger group that she needs writers, I was a bit hesitant to submit sample articles. Me? Writer? Nahiya naman ako. But a few days before I saw the job post, I prayed to God that He direct me to the right path. With hesitation, I e-mailed Kathy.  

When opportunity knocks, don't let fear hold you back. Open the door and embrace the opportunity that has come forth.

One of the articles I published on PSST.Ph is A Letter To My Almost Lover. I wrote this years ago and was lodged on draft. I was so delighted when it got 79 facebook shares.


In the past years, I’ve been a prisoner of our happy place. I frequent it a lot. I bet you don’t. I’ve got a feeling you don’t even think about me anymore. But you cross my mind at least once a day. Everyday. There are times when I wonder — what if? But it’s too messy and complicated. Ours is something that started with a web of lies. It will never work out. 

An article about an advocacy close to my heart, Biliary Atresia: Stories of Filipino Families Racing Against Time To Raise Funds got 293 facebook shares and 4,139 views.

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I must be doing something right! I have never been happier. I love the team at PSST.Ph. It feels like belonging to a family. Everybody is encouraging and supportive. I'm also proud of the team's achievement in the past two months.

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