Living Inside My Head

We all think that life is a challenge. An RP game that we are all a part of. We go through things that we think are our last challenge because we're just gonna pause it right there and not even think of a way to get over it. And now you're stuck at looking at a flat wall, and it's staring back at you. A tough life, that's what we all have. We have problems that we think will never arrive at our doorstep, but it did. When something goes wrong, we think that we rode the wrong train and there's no turning back. But maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. We've focused enough on the normal things that we didn't even wonder what's behind a mountain. We think that we're safe if we do things normally, and by doing things the normal way, there's nothing that can waver the norms. When we look at people smiling and laughing, we wish that our life will turn out to be like theirs, and we're not even thinking that maybe they have their own ...

I finally got the news that I passed the aptitude test of the college that I wanted to enroll to. Finally, I am going to be a journalist student and nothing could change that. I can finally live up to my dream of being a writer and I can prove to my family that I can do it. When we found the perfect boarding house, my aunts and uncles were talking to the owner of the house. I stayed silent because there's no way for me to stop them from speaking. Their words stabbed me like a knife in my most vulnerable state. "She knows nothing", "we don't trust her when she's alone": those are the words that they kept on saying. The only good thing about it is that my sister didn't add up. Everyone in my family knows that I am a hopeless person and I'm a no-good kind of person. Lazy, clumsy, never the best, last choice, and the obvious, not trustworthy.  That is the reason why I can't wait to start my first day in college. I can't wait to prove ...

Since it is my father's birthday today, I'm gonna share a little something... A little something that I hope can make a difference. 2 years ago, I had this really bad fever. After I went home from school, I asked for some medicine, hoping that it will disappear after resting for minutes, but I thought wrong. That night, I went to sleep after papa put a wet, cold towel on my forehead to cool my head off, and for the first time in weeks, he didn't go out to drink. He stayed at home and watched over me. I woke up the next day, hearing my father's voice saying that it's time for breakfast. I wasn't feeling any better because I still had a really high fever, but seeing that my father brought me breakfast in bed, it made me smile and the weakness that I had been feeling disappeared even for just a few minutes. After eating, papa put another towel on my forehead and asked if I was feeling any better. I shook my head because no matter how hard I tell myse...

What do you think is the real difference between fear and trauma? Do you think they're alike? Or they are just connected with each other? Different, but somehow connected. What do you think? According to my sister, Viary, fear is all in the brain while trauma is caused by an event/happening that causes fear. For short, trauma triggers fear. Every single night, my sister and I would tremble by the sound of "something" outside our room. We haven't noticed it until now. We were sent to a psychiatrist after a tragic incident, and that was when our father got murdered at our very own home. We thought that we got over it, but we thought wrong. Whenever we hear the loud patter of the rain on our roof, we get nervous because it reminds us of the time when there were people who kept throwing rocks on our rooftop while there were gunshots being fired. Tragic, isn't it? And that event still haunts us 'til now. I have consulted Merriam-Webster dictionary for its mea...

What will your reaction be if you see a man carrying an armalite around town? Call the police, obviously. Yesterday, April 30, 2014, my aunt caught an old woman running with her grand children and muttering something. Something about a man in black carrying a deadly weapon. Wanna know what she did? Nope, she didn't panic. She actually laughed. She laughed because they got it all wrong. The man carrying the weapon was actually our homeboy. He brought my cousin's airsoft gun home because our uncle borrowed it the day before that. There was a crowd outside full of police and the people in the neighborhood's faces were painted with panic. The witness' story went like this: "I saw a man in a black shirt carrying an armalite around. I followed him to the church and then he suddenly disappeared." We are living near the church and there's a shortcut to our house by the church and that explains the sudden disappearance. So all the hard work of th...

So while I was typing my blog today, my sister keeps on asking me about what we should do during the summer. She thought about making an online shop and selling home-made ice cream in our neighborhood. She keeps on asking me for every 5 seconds and I lost it. I forgot what I wanted to write about so I backspaced all the way and started writing this one. Distractions. It's something that clouds our thoughts and most probably, make us feel annoyed. Imagine having your "beauty sleep" then a bus will just honk his horn, it makes you want to throw a grenade on that bus, right? (No hard feelings) But we can't help it. We all need peace of mind whenever we do something important, and mostly, when the deadline's near. Whenever we have a crappy work, we could just say that there were distractions while we were working on that project, yes, distraction is one thing but sometimes, the only one distracting us is ourselves. We keep on thinking that we're too late and w...

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