Months ago, I posted What I Say When I'm Not Speaking and somehow this current post of mine reminded me of that. Though that one was about depression and this one isn't. I'm learning many things in life and one of them is not speaking. First of all, you must know that normally, I'm a very friendly… Continue reading I’ve Learned not to Speak
What do we do when we spilled our coffee? I know, it should be spilled milk. But I don't drink milk so I'm just gonna go with coffee since it has been my companion since I was a little kid. And I am too familiar with coffee stain and it has, somehow, got to do… Continue reading Spilled Coffee
I feel good. The kind of good that someone feels after reading a book, especially a good book, and I just did. I just finished reading "Words In Deep Blue" by Cath Crowley like thirty minutes ago. I actually have to post a book review on Goodreads and on my new blog site intended only for book reviews and… Continue reading How and Where I Want to Die.
DEMON's LIES: 'You can't do it.' 'You're not good enough.' 'You don't have what it takes. 'You're not gonna make it.' Familiar with those lines? Yes? Most often, we hear these lines from other people but sometimes, WE say them to ourselves. It's our 'Inner Demon' that makes us say those words. I'm turning 25 this coming June, and… Continue reading Inner Demon
Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all now. 'I wish I can go back and change things' I'm pretty sure we've all desired the same thing. Maybe some wished it openly, some kept it to themselves. We all have regrets. We all have a thing or two(maybe more) in our past that we would want to change… Continue reading Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
I did it again. It happens to me once in a while. I don't speak a word for hours and people can count the words I utter in the entire day. I'm not sure if my family and friends notice it but I've been battling depression. Maybe they notice I'm acting weird but they… Continue reading What I Say When I’m Not Speaking
What do we do when we spilled our coffee?
I know, it should be spilled milk. But I don’t drink milk so I’m just gonna go with coffee since it has been my companion since I was a little kid. And I am too familiar with coffee stain and it has, somehow, got to do with what I’m going to share.
Spilled coffee and stains. (Haven’t heard of milk stain anyway.)
We all make mistakes, don’t we? We’ve been done wrong by others, haven’t we? But whether it’s our fault or not isn’t the issue I’m going to stress here. Intentional or not, who cares? Instead, let me ask you what you do when you make mistakes?
I often hear that we can identify one’s maturity through his/her decisions. I’m sorry but I disagree. Our maturity shows not on the decisions we make but on how we deal with the…
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