What Sunset Sounds Like

I woke on January 1 st 2015 in a hotel room in Boracay, Philippines. I don’t remember much from that day, but I know I have hopes for that year. I always do. Little did I know 2015 would be the worst and most challenging year of my 26 years of life. Going back to work after missing a whole week Right about now, you’re thinking “Oh c’mon Muriel. It can’t be that bad. And if it is, some people have it worse than you. So stop whining”. To those people, I give you my right middle finger. Here’s the left one too. Everything is relative and nothing should hinder people to admit to what they are feeling. My feelings are legit whether you care about it or not.  OK. So I got a little carried away there. Let’s just take a look back on why 2015   is one of the worst years of my life. 1.      Health This year I found out that I have eczema. For those of you fortunate enough to not know about this, eczema is a medical condition in which patches of skin become r

This year, I got heartbroken for the first time from a guy who I thought was “the one”. First of all, I am not doing this because I want to be with him again and I am not doing this just to meddle in with his relationship. I am doing this to express my story about my first heartbreak. So, here it goes… Some would say you’re crazy for writing this; some would think it’s not a good idea. I know writing this is for me to finally let him go.  It was my sophomore year of college and I had a crush on a guy who was a little bit out of my league. You could say he’s pretty popular in the university that I go to because he was the type that girls go for. He was known for his voice and his looks. He knew that he had attention from a lot of students. I didn’t know who he was because he was a freshman. I didn’t think he was cute or even charming first time I saw him because I saw him from a far. But the time I saw him up close, I knew why girls would have a crush on this fel

Since it is Jazz Appreciation Month, I want to write about one of my favorite jazz songs. This song is probably one of the most heartwarming songs I have ever heard. Every time I listen to it, I smile. La Vie En Rose is one of my favorite love songs because when you listen to it, it feels like you’re dancing with your soul mate, I guess. Or just listening to it with the one you love or when you are listening to it by yourself, you just feel happy inside and content with yourself. La Vie En Rose means, I see life in pink. What I love about this song is that it describes most people’s lives. Even though our lives can be such a pain in the ass sometimes, you believe that life is still optimistic and feel like everything will be okay. You forget about all the worries and the hectic noises around you; that’s how I feel when I listen to this song. Yeah, cheesy, but it’s true. Edith Piaf was the composer of La Vie En Rose . She had a very emotional tragic life and her songs ref

Dear You, Hi. I feel like I’ve been opening these notes by apologizing. Actually, I’ve been starting most of our conversations with “I’m sorry”s lately. Well, this isn't any different because I really am sorry that I’ve been busy. Before writing this entry though, I made sure that I really was busy because I want to be honest with you. First, I looked up the definition of busy: Busy: adj. 1. engaged in action, occupied                    2. full of activity                 Then I checked my Google Calendar. In the span of two weeks   I’ve been in 5 different cities. Whoa! And when I’m not out-of-town, I’m either at work or sleeping at home. Everything is just a blur. I don’t even have time to clean up after myself.   I used to be a neat freak and now I’m just a slob (not to mention a fantastic example of unhealthiness). On top of all that, I’ve been, well for lack of a better term, bitchy. “Busy” has always been the worst excuse for not mak