Living Inside My Head

I never expected this much, but wow, thank you. Sorry if I am a lazy blogger but still, you stayed. Thanks to everyone who had given their time to read some of my articles, and sorry if they suck for some of you. But still, THANK YOU SO MUCH. This makes me blog even more XD

I have been in quite a few interviews this month and the only question that they keep on asking me is: "Tell us about yourself". I would tell them I love food that's why I eat every 30 minutes, if not 30, then 15. I would tell them I compose songs. I would tell them I love writing poetry. I would tell them I write stories. I would tell them I blog. But I have never told anyone these: My mother died 5 years ago, while my father died 2 years ago, and yet their death sank into me when I saw their death certificates just a month ago. I realize that they are actually dead and nothing can change that. I read the words that said that my uncle is our legal guardian, and quite involuntarily, tears started running from my eyes. I went to my sister and she laughed saying that I just realize that our parents are actually gone, and she told me that being successful will be our greatest gift that we can give to our family who treats us as their own children. And ...

Once, there was a girl named Makona, she was a silent, carefree, big hearted child of the Sonan Family. Her mother died when she was 12 years old. At her present life, she lives with her father. Her father wasn't really close to her, sometimes, he would go to other places without her knowing. One night, Makona decided to run away from home. While her father was sleeping, she packed her bags and started living her life on the road, it was 6:00A.M when she felt tired. And a minute later, a girl walked her way heading to school, she asked "Hi! Why are you here? Where's your family?". Makona stared at her for a moment and started talking, she told her that she ran away from home. The girl named Sonata felt pity for her. She told makona that she can live with her family. Makona was glad to hear this. Months have passed and one stormy night, Makona was heading to her new home from school when she felt somebody was following her and before she knew it, she became unconsci...

The future's unpredictable, and yet here we are thinking what might and might not happen. Before my college life, I had imagined myself sitting in the corner alone and watching new faces meeting new friends. I would imagine myself sitting and eating somewhere in the campus alone. I would imagine myself writing in a corner because that's what I mostly do if I'm all by myself. But no. There were actually people who wanted to meet me and be their friend. I am...let me say..an alien in their planet and yet they are happy to give me a tour around the place. And that's the moment when I realized something... Something that some people should understand... You can see yourself being alone but you can never stand being lonely. The only one making us feel alone is ourselves. Some people wants to get acquainted and you decline them without even noticing it. Get your phone, text somebody, make friends. Get out, eat outside, share your interests, that's all there is ...

(Okay,so a lot of people have been asking me about love and my point of view about those things, so here I go) What is love, really? Maybe love is giving your last piece of favourite chicken to your little sibling because you know they love it as much as you do. Maybe love is forgiving someone who have hurt you so badly that left you scarred for life. Maybe love is telling someone you like their shirt and they wear it almost everyday. Maybe love is saving up for a special day even though you didn't really have to. Maybe love is watching someone you love with someone else but you are happy because their happiness is your happiness. Maybe love is sacrifice. Maybe love is freedom. Maybe love is having a really bad Alzheimer's disease that you always forget that the one sleeping with you every single night is the person you married but you keep on asking them to marry you everyday. Every single one of us have our own definitions about love, and here's mine...

In a group that I got added into in Facebook, I saw a girl post a picture of someone in a bikini, and she was pretending that she was the girl in that picture. She added with the caption that girls should show their "clivange" (supposed to be cleavage) on their pictures and the most liked picture will be the "meuse" (muse) of the group. I got disappointed by a lot of things.  First of all, the spelling. I checked the comments and there were boys who got turned on by picture and for me that was wrong. She was selling her body just to get likes and Facebook friends.  There was this one comment that caught my eye. The person said "Go to school first before showing up your body like that. Motherf*****"  He was right. Although he could stop cussing. But still, showing your cleavage just to become muse? What the heck. Is that what society is turning out to be? If we are aiming for the better future, then making those kinds of posts isn't helping...

"Actions are better than words" that's what they always say, but honestly, there are still power in words, and sometimes words can beat actions because for me, actions can't really be emphasized without words, actions are there to prove your words. A little while ago, someone told me I'm useless and that stabbed me like a million knives, the funny part is, she asked me to help her on some things a few minutes after that. Does that mean I'm not useless anymore? Well yeah, you can say that some words can be broken like a promise and actions are the ones that doesn't help prove the words said, and that leads me to thinking...Words are as loud as actions. Words can hurt you as much as actions can, and words can make you feel something as much as actions can. So for this battle, words and actions are a tie. In life, we express our feelings through this two things, and that changes something. We communicate through words and express them through actions. B...