I long for it

Some of us wished to stay being little kids who do not have any idea about how hard life is, who get along with others and play the whole day without knowing how dirty his face would look like, who cry for a second when scolded by his parents or being betrayed by his friends,…

I know, I’m weak

I want to die. Perhaps you have always heard these words from me before or read this awful statement on my previous blog posts. No, I’m not telling this to seek a little bit of your attention and care or to receive words of encouragements that you think might help my soul to at least feel…

Unordinary Déjà vu

When our 1-week vacation started, I had nothing else to do in our house but eat, surf the internet, clean all the areas of the living room, wash the dishes, cook meals for myself because I am always alone from morning to night and of course, sleep. I used to love sleeping. At first, I…

Au Revoir

I wandered in the shore, waiting for the sun to set, Avocets chirping, cold breeze blowing giving courage, tranquility— life. The ocean looked calm, as calm as the clouds in the sky, waves’ sweet melody, so harmonious, so smooth. I can hear it, and sense it.   As I continued walking, miles from where I…

Questions I Hate Most

I wrote this blog post while I was inside a non-air bus, heading to our province and yes─ I literally struggled writing this one. It’s just there’s something in the deepest part of myself that pushed me to write what’s on my mind before I forget those. The topic that suddenly popped up in my…

DECISION-MAKING AND SAVING MONEY

I will tell you the list of how the previous and this week became the worst week that I’ve ever had, probably this blog post talk about decision-making and saving money, which are both essential in the process of endurance (or survival). I’ve witnessed people who were really sad like it’s the end of everything,…

Bright Side of Life

So, I’m relishing my 1-week summer vacation─ no, just vacation. And I’m going to spend this entire week with myself, of course, dad’s working and mom as well. No daytrips and no volleyball games, because my church friends were all busy with their own lives. Apparently, I’m alone. Yes. ALONE. Yet, I love being alone….

It’s over, I guess.

I slept 4 o’clock in the morning, and didn’t mind the fact that we will have our first meeting for our Afro-Asian theatrical play at 8am in our college’s lobby, not even afraid with the piso–per-minute policy, which served as penalty to those who will come late. I did not intentionally slept at that exact time, it’s…