Tough World


It was my first day to attend that particular class. I was absent for a few sessions since I am having hard time juggling my internship and that class. (Fortunately, as of today I’m done with my internship).

I was really in a hurry. I am running late and on that day, we’ll have our first quiz. I had to ride three vehicles just to reach to my boarding house to change and go directly to school.

To make things worse, I entered a room classroom. I saw that the people weren’t the people I excepted them to be. My friends were there and I am really sure I am not in that class. For an irregular, it is such a pain to not have your friends as your classmates. Anyway, so I told them I am running late and I don’t know what room is our class. I struggled…

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Morning Prayer


I woke up this morning not even minding to thank You. I got up and thought about what I’ve dreamed about and went immediately to the computer. I got up and didn’t think of You. And I feel horrible about that. Lord, I’m sorry for not remembering You.

Lord, I pray that I may remember You not only when I am sad but also when I’m happy. I pray that I may remember You in my every waking hour. I pray that I may remember You not only when I am crying but also when I’m smiling. I pray that I may remember You always in my heart. Please be always in my heart.

Lord, guide me today that I may remember You. Because in You alone I find peace. In You alone, oh Lord, I find comfort and joy.

Thank You for today Lord and for the blessing for today.

You are awesome!






It was in that moment that I thought, “Could this be really happening?”. Confused. Devastated. I never thought things could go on this way.

I can see clearly now, I think so. No, crush it. I’m sure of it.

It seems like for so long now we’ve been fooling ourselves. Thinking that, “Hey maybe this is the one” or “Yeah, this is really different.” But right now, it just seem too vague and bleak.

It was a test. I want to know how would someone would react to that. And I guess, I had the truth slapping on to my face. I tried again, just to make sure and indeed, I was sure this time. This time I saw it in action. This time I saw it closing the door, leaving unnecessary things. This time I felt it.

And it was not some kind of violence. It was so silent and so smooth that I had to think twice if it really DID happen. I waited, thinking that maybe things are going to be back to normal. That we’ll compromise and deal. But no. I searched and that feeling is nowhere to be found. I had to wait. I need to be patient. But when the rain started falling, it was a sign of surrender.

I drowned myself with the rain moods. I had to overcome the emotions. I was just staring blankly. I don’t know what to feel. Should it be pain? Should I start crying? Should I just have it all pass? I don’t know.

I was feeling nothing at first. I was thinking why, how or what really just happened. I had to blame myself for it. I don’t know why but I really just have to blame myself.

I left that post and entered a four walled space. I was completely abandoned. I felt like everything was washed away with the flood. Everything. And I was just staring at the 5th wall on top. Again, I questioned why. I had to come up with an answer or conclusion.

I was abandoned. I cannot ignore that fact. I was expecting too much. I was thinking too much. I had it all too much. Then, it was just too much that I cannot control my own nervous system. The pain was showing, the hurt showcased itself boldly.

Then, I finally had this theory. We were fools. We fell on the pit of blindness. We thought it was it but I guess it wasn’t. I thought I was right but right now I’m having second thoughts.

I don’t think I can continue with this. Too much is just too much.

I need to make-up my mind.


21 Harsh But Eye-Opening Writing Tips From Great Authors

Thought Catalog

A lot of people think they can write or paint or draw or sing or make movies or what-have-you, but having an artistic temperament doth not make one an artist.

Even the great writers of our time have tried and failed and failed some more. Vladimir Nabokov received a harsh rejection letter from Knopf upon submitting Lolita, which would later go on to sell fifty million copies. Sylvia Plath’s first rejection letter for The Bell Jar read, “There certainly isn’t enough genuine talent for us to take notice.” Gertrude Stein received a cruel rejection letter that mocked her style. Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way earned him a sprawling rejection letter regarding the reasons he should simply give up writing all together. Tim Burton’s first illustrated book, The Giant Zlig, got the thumbs down from Walt Disney Productions, and even Jack Kerouac’s perennial On the Road received a particularly blunt…

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I feel like I’m trapped in a place where I’m supposed to feel freedom.

Suddenly, in an instant, all the good things seem to be gone. Out of your hands.

Fading away from you…

And all I can do is just weep and reflect on how disappointed I am with the world.

35 Pieces Of Advice From A 100-Year-Old

something to ponder on

Thought Catalog

A woman who can see things through the eye of experience shares 35 tips on what she learned from 100 years of life.

1. Even if you feel hatred, keep it to yourself. Don’t hurt other people for any reason.

2. Don’t ever give up on love.

3. Great things will happen. God is good and will bring you blessings beyond what you can even imagine.

4. Nobody else controls you.

5. Make time to cry.

6. Travel while you’re young and able. Don’t worry about the money, just make it work. Experience is far more valuable than money will ever be.

7. There is always tomorrow.

8. Don’t compare! You’ll never be happy with your life. The grass is always greener.

9. If you are embarrassed to be dating someone, you should not be dating them.

10. Do one thing each day that is just for you.

11. The…

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