Sometimes, we forget to breathe… Breathing is not just drawing out carbon dioxide and taking in oxygen. It is living. We fail to see the purpose of life. People ought to see fails and misfortunes as a curse to be miserable at. We are able to breathe because every day we are given a second chance, if… More Breathe
Stop limiting yourself from life’s choices. People see things from their own perspectives. Try looking through others’ angle, you might as well be mesmerized. Don’t limit yourself. Life’s choices are limited to what you let yourself in. There are countless options you can run into. Alternatives to replace bad choices. Possibilities to conquer. Hopes to make… More Don’t Limit Yourself
Since Friday, my headache held hands with me. No matter what sleep I make, it clings on my neck as if I am not aware of it. It doesn’t go away unless I close my eyes and shove my head under a pillow. This morning, my daily routine was ruined for it is not allowing… More My Mind Sees More Than My Eyes
I am touched about this video I saw on Facebook the other day.It talks about a new boy hedgehog (a tiny cutey spiky mammal) who is very different from his other classmates (who are tiny lovely fluffy animals). As he walks on the way to his spot, he knocks chairs and tables. They don’t like to get… More People Do Care
I’m envious. I hate myself for letting this sin inhabit my soul. It’s a constraint I must escape from. My mind is in constant regret in allowing a small guilt flow from these stream of blood. I can’t fight it. I tried escaping from it once. Or twice. I don’t know… Maybe a million times.… More I’m Envious
Every kid has gone through a stage of their life where they wanted to be someone. From fairy tale characters to Disney princesses to Marvel superheroes. I want to be an invisible kid with the powers of telekinesis. (I even closed my eyes and lift my hands to an object and think that I can move… More I Dreamt About Mermaids
Do you prefer itch or pain? I asked myself once, “Why does scratching an itch make it worse?” Being a person with an alcohol intolerance, I suffered an allergic reaction once I intake more alcohol than I intend to drink. My back would become swollen and red by the itch. When I try to eliminate the… More Itch or Pain?
Why writing became a big part of me. Writing is my passion ever since I was a little kid. I would write letters and simple essays just so I can remove the itch in my hands. The train of thoughts always come chugging its way through my head and knocking away the laziness in me. I… More For end-o’da-week: Why do I Love Writing?
This was my experience: I did what I have to do. Everyone who saw knew it all along. But one person wants to make a fool out of me. I became mad for what that one person have done. I cursed them and wished them bad things. I was about to punch their face right… More They Made a Fool Out of Me
Can you hear the engines cough in a stoplight? The air filled with machine fart. The reds and whites dancing in the moonlight while green is turning to orange or yellow then to a halt. The air may feel cold but you ignore it because you are more drawn to your social feeds. No eye… More Busy Street