Living Inside My Head

(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

College admission tests, job interviews, contests, aptitude tests. Those are some things that makes our hearts beat for probably a million times a second because we're in conflict with ourselves.  Did I pass? What if I didn't?  I think I failed. I really hope I passed. Atleast I did my best. We're always afraid of the bad news, especially when it's in the matter of finally achieving our dream, thinking that you're THAT close to achieving it but there are still barricades left to get through. I have been there, and I know a lot of us had been in that situation, and maybe some are still in that situation as we speak, and all that's left for us to do is pray and believe in ourselves. We might find ways to distract ourselves from over-thinking because...remember this, OVER-THINKING KILLS. Not literally though, but it makes you just wanna delete all your feelings for a while until the result comes. Thinking about the bad news is one of the worst fe

Last night, my sister and I had a plan on making our own YouTube channel that intends to provide entertainment to those who seek it (watch out for it), and today, we're gonna download everything that we needed to make the video seem more interesting (the video effects and all). We aren't expecting it to be a hit in a short matter of time because it's gonna be a looooong way to reach the people's attention that's why we'll be doing our best to reach our goal and I hope you guys can help us. I also apologize for not posting here much because I got busy with my other activities. And I am also asking for your help. If you have any recommendations on what you want me to write about, then  you can send me an email (egalimpin@gmail.com) and I will answer your mails as soon as I can. 800+ people had been reading this blog of mine and I want to thank each and everyone of you. Seeing as my views go up, it makes me want to write here even more and provide all of you your r

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