A child's journal
Thursday, October 29, 2015
An End and A Beginning
Don't get me wrong. I loved everything about coming here. I loved the city, I loved the environment, I loved the people. I learned to make friends by myself instead of doing it through mutual friends. I learned how to take the train. I learned to choke down my own-cooked food even when it's awful and takes on an unexplainable shape. This whole experience has been so kind to me. I was happy, I was free, I was light. It wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be, and the people I've become acquainted with are now such a big part of my life. All these only contradict how neutral I feel about leaving. Instead of looming on the big sad fact that all this will be over soon, I found myself making plans. When to move out of my hostel. What jobs to get. Part-time or freelance. How much will I earn. What new language should I pick up. Should I start an online business. How do I handle airport procedures. Which country should I fly off to next.
For someone who loved everything about college (except Chemistry), I surprised myself when I realized that I am able to move on very soon without missing that much of it. Maybe the feelings would only hit me after everything actually ends, but as of now, I'm just drifting from place to place, moment to moment, time to time. I take the train back to my hometown when I need to, and I take the train back to the city when I have exams. If I see you, cool, we hang out for a while. If we don't, it's cool too, we both have stuff going on in our lives. Is this how things are supposed to be? Shouldn't I be doing some, I don't know, pre-reminiscing, or something?
Hence, I came up with two explanations. One, I am a cold-blooded asshole who forms no emotional bonds and only cares about herself. Two, the unconscious part of me has acknowledged that it is time to leave. Like it did with school, you know? Sure, it was sad leaving the people I've been around for 11 years, but we all knew it was time. Time to move on to the next chapter, and greet the people who will be there to welcome us. Time to see what's in store for us next.
All the people you've met will remain with you. They've fed you with experience, making you grow with time. In this way, you carry them with you. Remember the people who changed your perspectives. Who taught you that society is not all roses and no thorns. Who taught you how to stand up for yourself. Who made you realize that you really do not have it that bad. Who showed you that you still have plenty of room for improvements. Who inspired you to go further than you ever did.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
For a Friend
I have this friend in college who talks openly about his emotions on facebook. That is his way of expressing what he feels, the same way bloggers express their thoughts through their respective blogs. Yesterday, he revealed how he had a friend in primary school whom he considered his best friend but the person did not consider him the same. He still seem sad about this when he thinks back, and I'm here to say that he should move on. I'm saying this in the most affectionate way possible. To be honest, I think most of us went through that. I think I did too, but it's so far back that I don't even remember who it was. The point is, he has a new life now, surrounded by new friends. And trust me, he is loved dearly by us all. We might not show it all the time, openly, but some of us show it through our actions.
I sent this friend the link to this post. And this is my message to him. Stop worrying about losing your friends. Cause we all appreciate you very much, wws. Stop overthinking, and stop assuming that you are less important than any of us. We are all significant, important, and loved. So are you. Remember that.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Just needed to write; sorry that my paragraphs are messy
Monday, December 16, 2013
Thalia // The Hunger Games One-Shot
The story begins after this scene. |
THALIA
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Hospitals
The first type of people are those who avoid hospitals because they remind them of the sicknesses they might be carrying. Hospitals make them doubt their own state of health. Hospitals make them think about the amount of pain they might have to go through before dying. Hospitals remind them of death in general. These kind of people believe that ignorance is bliss.
The second type of people are those who feel safe in hospitals because in there are the people who can cure them or make them feel better. Hospitals help them by detecting their unseen problems before they become deadly. And if something bad were to happen to them in hospitals, there are always people at ready to aid them. Equipments and professionals are so close to them.
It's all a matter of perspectives. What kind of a person are you?
Friday, September 27, 2013
Fear
Fear. It is as strong an emotion as the other four-lettered emotions we are familiar with. Love. Hate. Some people see fear as cowardly, others see it as something you feel because you still have things and people you love and need to protect. Sometimes, when the people you love and care about are taken away from you, you no longer feel afraid because you no longer have anything to lose.
The antonym of fear is fearless. What exactly does being fearless mean? Different people define fearless differently. Taylor Swift defines fearless and not being afraid to have lots of fear. Veronica Roth describes fearless as the ability to act in spite of fear. I agree with both. Harry Potter was willing to surrender himself to the man who will murder him just to protect his friends. The old couple in 'Titanic' faced their fear together and just slept side-by-side instead of trying to escape the sinking ship. Ask yourself, are you fearless enough to do all of this? Some of you might be able to, others might not. I don't think I could get rid of my fears so easily. Who says books and movies don't teach you anything?
I have a list of fears. We all do. But I bet mine is longer. Mostly, I am afraid of pain and death. How ironic it is, that I am afraid of the two most inevitable things in the world. Some people might think that it is ridiculous for me to fear death, since everybody has to go through it at some point of our lives. But maybe it's not death I am afraid of. Maybe it's the pain that comes with death. Very few people get easy deaths on Earth, and when I say easy death, I mean dying in your sleep. My mom said she hopes she can die that way. In her sleep. Painless. But dying in your sleep will really suck to the people who care about you. One day you are here, and the next, without a warning, you are gone. No one even gets to say goodbye. Not even you, the dying one, because you won't know that you'll be dying. It will scare me to death if I knew in advance when I was going to die. Pun not intended.
Cancer scares me. Dying in an accident scares me. Getting stabbed in the stomach scares me. Falling off a roller coaster scares me. In the end you can just conclude that pain and death scare me. When I go to amusement parks, I always have this fear where I go on a roller coaster and there was a loose screw but the technicians did not notice it. Then the whole roller coaster structure comes tumbling down and I fall to my death. That is why I always avoid going on roller coasters. I also have this scenario formed in my head that when I go for a medical check-up, the doctor will look up to me with a serious face and inform me that I have cancer. That is why I avoid hospitals and clinics too. They remind me of the sicknesses I might be carrying. Well, as some people say, ignorance is bliss. Although in my case I'm pretty sure it's just me being a coward. My mom goes for all sorts of check-ups and she is never afraid. My mother is very brave.
Injections and dentists scare me too. The more fears I list down the more pathetic I feel. I don't think my friends have these kinds of stupid fears. Those who wear braces go for dental appointments all the time. They have their permanent teeth removed. All I have to do is to be called for a scaling session and I start freaking out. Who knows, the dentist can accidentally drop a pair of scissors into my throat. Okay, now I'm just being paranoid.
Anyway, I'm just slowly trying to get rid of my fears one by one, you know? I really want to overcome my fear of injections. It's dumb really, for me to be afraid of something which helps to immunize me from a disease, which is another one of my fears. Does it make sense? Am I confusing you? I hope not. Basically, I am afraid of cervical cancer but is not willing to go for the immunization jab because I am also afraid of injections. Ha.
I know we both have our fair share of fears. My fears are not really something personal, so I don't mind sharing them with you. But I hope that I can get rid of some of them soon, and I hope you will too.
(P/S: I got 42/50 for this essay)
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Cuts
It doesn't remove much of the pain.
Instead
Take what you feel
And put them into words.
Write it down
Scream it loud
Draw it out
Or simply
Scratch senseless patterns
Violently
On a piece of paper
With something permanent
Until the paper tears.