Living Inside My Head

Can't shake this feeling off of me. I'm sorry but I won't be able to blog about anything tonight but I promise I'll be posting something tomorrow. Have a nice day~! ^_^

I don’t know why people would rather curse someone or call them dumb if they suck at something and tell them “Keep practicing, you’ll be better. I’ll guide you all throughout the way, dont worry, I am here,” instead. A bit rare but I think that’s what everyone needs. If you keep on telling them that they suck, imagine how they would feel? Imagine how low the self esteem of most people are these days and there you are cursing and blaming them for what they did wrong. Maybe that’s why people would rather choose dying than listening to people telling them that they are useless. Please, just be there for somebody. If you know someone having a hard time,please lend a helping hand. You don’t know how much it means to them…

I have dreamt about cosplaying since I've been in my first year of high school. But blahh-- I don't wanna reminisce that much. Long story short, cosplaying for me was just a mere dream, like a fish wanting to step out of the ocean. A few months ago, a grandfather of mine gave us extra money. He's been giving us money whenever he can. I heard my aunt talk about him before. He wanted to help since I don't have parents to ask for stuffs. To be honest, I want a job right now so I can at least help lessen the expenses of my family, and of course, help myself. Cosplaying costs a lot of money and effort, and it's a bit hard to balance the incidentals between school and hobbies. So what do I do? I sacrifice. When I realized that I had enough money to buy my very own wig, I turned to an online cosplay shop and searched for people selling wigs online. And luckily, I found the perfect one The length of the wig reaches my butt. XD Anyway, I have loved it since t...

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All my life, everyone has been watching over me. Yeah, it's a good thing...but watching over me in a way where all my whereabouts will be mentioned to my family, or whatever time I'd arrive home, or where I had been the whole day? That's just too much. It's my first year in college already, I am 16 years old. Before I came here in the city to study in the university I wanted to go to, my family expected that I'd call them, crying, because I can't handle being alone. They would tell my landlady that I don't know anything, and I just sat there, silent. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet I never called them crying that I wanna go home. There is no place like home, yes, but for someone who felt like your every move was being checked, it felt fine to be away for a while, but of course, that feeling of being away from the city and wanting to go back to our province comes out often. Although being here in the boarding house didn't...

Whenever I'm alone in public and my self-esteem's shorter than the length of your toenails, and if I really wanna do something but is too shy to do it, I'd say to myself "Fug it, they won't care." Will you care if I'm just a stranger who just passed by? No. Will you care if I buy food from the hotdog stand next to you? No. Will you care if I do some lip-syncing from my favourite tunes? Probably no. Will you care if you see me trip? Well, of course you'd hold yourself back from laughing, but it will just pass because I am just some random stranger that's hoping that you won't know my identity...at all. Our world is full of people that's judgmental. Everyone is. You, me, your dog, your neighbor, your cow, your duck...everyone. That's why a lot of people today are scared. Scared to go out of their own shell. Well you know what? After living away from my family for a few months (because of college), I learned that the only ...

My last post was last July, and I am really..kind of.. disappointed with myself. We all know how college takes all our time and energy that we might not have any motivation to do anything as we get home, but here I am, a lazy bum, going online everyday, but never had that "push" to make me post anything here. Reason? I suddenly give up when I ask myself: "What am I supposed to blog about anyway?" Ironic how I'm taking Journalism as a course in college, and there I was, giving up without even trying. Now I won't be talking about how we shouldn't give up on our dreams, because we really shouldn't. Life gives us a lot of choices ahead and it's up to us to choose which road to take, and I know that I've taken the wrong ones. Honestly. it's also because I've given up. I lost hope that nobody ever reads this blog of mine. I've seen successful bloggers and seen how beautiful their creations are and I know that I am still in ...