Sometimes, it's the pen's fault, but there are times, it is the paper's. When I was younger, my mother and I always fight over her big mouth. Seriously, she's too loud, always talking and reprimanding. It's as if she always sees something wrong to whatever I do. Especially at mornings, my alarm clock was her… Continue reading It’s the Paper’s Fault
My Lord, Hi. Actually, I don't know what to say, or perhaps I'm not sure HOW to say it. Remember when I told you I want out? I was serious that time. I still want to be out, you know. It's because I'm tired of feeling hurt and ignored. I'm tired of disappointments. Not just… Continue reading Faith smaller than a mustard seed: An Open Letter to God.
Turn your scars into stars.—–Robert H. Schuller We've all been wounded. In fact, every day, we get wounds. And a big wound or not, deep or not, eventually it will become a scar. Personally, I hate scars. I guess, most women do. But earlier, my right knee caught my eyes and made me smile. Why?… Continue reading Our Favorite Scars