Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year

A new year is about to start.
Memories part
Events forgotten
Hope this new year is a start of something.

Happy new year
is all I can say.
Hope that all your fears
will go away.

Photo credits go to whoever uploaded it.

Monday, December 27, 2010

If tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes,
if the sun never shines,
if things never get better,

don't give up just yet.
I know you could never forget
that you were born for a reason;
to make a difference.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Some nice quotes (3)

“If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y plus Z, where X is work, Y is play, Z is keep your mouth shut.”
-Albert Einstein

“You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try.”
-Beverly Sills

“Success is that old ABC - ability, breaks, and courage.”
-Charles Luckman

“Men are born to succeed, not to fail.”
-Henry David Thoreau

“The only place where success comes before work is in a dictionary.”
-Vidal Sassoon

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Smile as much as you can.
Smile until your face is about to explode.
Smile until it hurts.

It brings the people surrounding you,

Friday, December 10, 2010


Why does every little thing has to be a fight?
I miss the old days when everyone was quiet.
No matter what topic we discuss,
we end up arguing.
Causing a big fuss
over nothing.
And why are we standing by the closed door?
The enhabitants don't want visitors anymore.

Photo credits go to Flickr.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

It can only get better

If things don't turn out the way it is supposed be,
if all the doors are closed,
if you can hear the sound of your dreams shattering,

keep fighting!

Things will get better. Hopefully.

Friday, November 26, 2010

I wonder

I wonder what it would be like to be in someone else's shoes.
Would life be easier or will I be confused?
It would never happen,
so I can only imagine
I can only wonder.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Some nice quotes (2)

"Your decision to walk creates the path ahead" ~Paulo Coelho

"Write your own fairytale" ~Hannah Smith

"If it is not a happy ending, it is perhaps a happy beginning" ~Julia Hoban 

"We can change our lives. We can do, have, & be exactly what we wish" ~Tony Robbins 

"It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up" ~Vince Lombardi

Monday, November 22, 2010

She was lost

She had so many questions,
but got no answer.
She knew they didn't accept her;
She could hear their laughter.
She didn't blame them;
She was a living disaster.
She was living day to day,
dreaming of her happy ever after.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Remember to forget

Keep remembering to forget
what you have gone through.
Keep remembering to ignore
what you know is true.

Keep walking ahead,
with your eyes closed.
Keep insisting to live your life,
totally unopposed.

Keep denying facts,
you see, you hear, you read.
Keep waiting for the bitter
to magically turn into sweet.

Keep hurting.
Keep crying,
expecting the whole world to care
and you'll never get anywhere.

Let your life turn into a mess
and you will never taste success.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Enough with the words *updated nov 19th*

Enough with the words.
They hurt so bad.
They make me doubt myself
and everything I have.
This is an issue,
that must be taken seriously.
We all have our fears.
We all have our insecurities.
Stop making fun of me;
it's not even fun.
You're going to regret this
long after I'm gone.
So let's put an end to this.
Let's stop gossip.
We will live in a happy place.
You know we all want it.

*update nov 19th*
Note about this poem:

Just to clear things up: even though I speak in the 'I' person and use the words "me" & "myself", I'm not talking about myself here. I showed this to some people and they were like "what did we say to hurt you?". I am not complaining about how I am treated, or whatever.

This is why I wrote the quote entitled "we are not the poem" at the bottom of my blog. When a poet write a poem, it is not necessarily about what he feels. It could be about a thought he had about a moment he never had. It could be about someone who couldn't speak for themselves.

The reason why I wrote this poem is because it is something that happens in all times and places; people criticizing each other, laughing at each other and consequently hurting each other. People never know how much it hurts until it happens to them. We hear stories everyday about depression and fights, and I think that all that is not worth it. We are different people. We have similarities, but we are our own personalities. We should try to accept each other the way you are.

“The best way is just be nice to people. The most important commandment is treat others as you would want others to treat you.” - Rob Cronin

Monday, November 15, 2010

You can't bring me down

Photo credits go to tumblr

Just do something

Clear your head. Block every thought that tries to make you- well, think.

Now, concentrate.

Try to remember what it was like to be somewhere else; another time, another place.

Do you remember what it was like to be fifteen?
Do you remember what it was like to be ten?
How about five?
Do you remember what it is like to be in the country side; the air, the quiet, the nice people?
How about a loud city?

Notice the beauty of nature.
Feel the summer breeze.
Listen to the birds sing.
Stare at the clear blue sky.

Pick up the phone and call an old friend. Remember the good times.
Help the needy.
Spend time with people you love.
Write a letter to your future self.

Just do something.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


"Stay strong"

That is a phrase said to us at hard times...
but what does that mean?

Despite the fact that it is impossible to obtain one definition for the word "strong",
but it just means:

determined. powerful.

"Stay strong" means:

Don't freak out in spite of the hard time you're going through.

It takes a patient person to have strength.


You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do. 
-Eleanor Roosevelt

Above all challenge yourself. You may well surprise yourself at what strengths you have, what you can accomplish.
-Cecile Springer 

Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.


No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come. 
-Victor Hugo 

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. 
-Friedrich Nietzsche

What this power is, I cannot say.
All I know is that it exists
and it becomes available only when you are in that state of mind
in which you know exactly what you want
and are fully determined not to quit until you get it.

-Alexander Graham Bell

I could do nothing without problems,
they toughen my mind.
In fact I tell my assistants
not to bring me their successes for they weaken me;
but rather to bring me their problems,
for they strengthen me.

-Charles F Kettering

Thursday, November 11, 2010


It's really weird when you have spent many, many years with yourself; 24 hours a days, 7 days a week. You've been with yourself all this time; through the ups and downs, through the rights and wrongs, through the good memories, through the childhood. You've heard everything you said and you know about your fears and all the battles you fought bravely, but still:

You don't know yourself.

But every single day you live, you explore the things you have inside your mind, your heart, your character.

That is what we do everyday; discover, discover, discover.

Friday, November 5, 2010


Dreams will always seem
that they are dreams,
decide to make them come true.
Then, you will see
that they are nothing but reality
that is hidden over the hill,
that you will only find,
when you decide to climb.

Monday, November 1, 2010


I look up at the mountain.
I remember well
everything that happened
the day I fell.

I had been walking forever
and climbing even more
since the opportunity came knocking on my door

I was excited
to rise above the others,
prove that I am special
one way or another.

I did my best
I was almost there
after spending days
exposed to the cold air

I reached the mountain top
I was on top of the world
Thought "I am above of the others,
I'm the best girl"

Everything was perfect.
I was ready to plant the flag
then I would leave
and start to brag.

But, out of the blue,
pushed me a scary bird,
I fell off the mountain
without saying a word.

Photo credits go to whoever uploaded it.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Today is the day

Today is the day of victory.
The day of keeping promises.
And holding onto memories.

Remembering yesterday,
yet living for today.

Today is the day everything is alright.
Today is the day I stand up and fight.

Thursday, October 21, 2010


Silence is a best friend.

When you go to a quiet place, you really calm down and forget all the noise of life. It's really magical when you walk into a room and all you can hear is the sound of

  • your own heart beat,
  • your breathing,
  • your loud thoughts,
  • your slow footsteps

It's even more magical if the room is big and you can hear the echo.

As much as silence can make you feel alone, it is just so, so empowering.

Friday, October 15, 2010

The Final Message

From: Megan Kent
To: Brenda Kent
Subject: The final message


I understand you don't want to talk to me, or see me, or even hear anything about me ever again. You probably won't read this email, but I am sending it anyway, in case, five years from now, you decided to skim the many unread messages in your inbox from me. I sent you many emails before, but I think this one sums all that I want you to know.

I never meant to hurt you. I know I did, but I never intended to. I know how much you needed this "scholarship" or whatever you call it. I know you have been planning your entire life to go to college and I ruined it in a blink of an eye. I know you won't believe me, but I had no idea those "college people" were coming over our house the other day. I was surprised to see a stranger dressed in black at our kitchen. That's why I hit him on the head with Mom's new kitchen utilities. I'm so so so sorry, Brenda, but I thought he was a robber!! You may think I watch too many crime movies. Yes, I do and I am willing to stop watching them forever if you give me another chance.

Look, Brenda. Mom told me the guy is fine and is checking out of the hospital the next week. Please, don't sweat it. I am sure there are plenty of other colleges who are willing to accept someone as special as you. If they don't (which WON'T happen), it's their loss.

Finally, I want you to know that people make mistakes because they are human and they should be given another chance. Please, forgive me, Bren.

From your baby sister who is so sorry and loves more than you can possibly imagine,

PS- Don't read the message I sent you before this one. It doesn't make sense.
PSS- The reason why the subject of this email is "the final message" is because I won't bother you anymore with my messages. I am leaving after two hours to California with Kelly and her family and I won't be back till the end of the month.
PSSS- I LOVE YOU!! I really do!

Brenda finished reading the email and felt her heart break as she remembered her dear little sister. She hadn't seen her in two weeks. She hadn't spoken to her in a month. She had been treating her so bad since the mentioned incident.

"I forgive you, Meg," she whispered, "I love you, too!"

Brenda then hit the reply button and started typing.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wake up. It's midnight.

I wake up in the middle of the night disturbed. Why? Tomorrow is a big day, a turning point in my life, so I am basically nervous. I am unable to return to sleep, so I get up and reach for the wall as I try to find my way towards the kitchen. I am walking really slowly in fear of tripping on a chair or something. The wall disappears. This is the doorway, I suppose. I move my hand up on the wall before the doorway. I find the switch. I turn it on. My eyes are forced to half-close as the light is intense. The kitchen is a mess. My brother didn't wash the dishes after the "meeting" he had with those football players last night. I look away from the sink and I turn my gaze to the fridge. Its door was ajar. He'll never learn, will he? I think, as I remember the sight of my brother, a walking mess, after he comes home from the football practice.

I open the fridge door completely and lean my head towards the fridge as I search for my small bottle of water. It catches my eye at the edge of the third shelf. I reach out for it and grab it. It is so cold. I slowly remove the lid and start to drink the tooth-aching-cold water. I put the bottle down and turn my attention to the clock. It was a quarter past twelve. Ugh, I will never be able to wake up tomorrow at six. What am I doing? I should be sleeping, dreaming of what was going to happen tomorrow, like normal people.

What am I nervous for? Tomorrow is day, just like today, or yesterday, or any random day from last week. Why am I feeling it was different, beside the fact that it was actually, well, different? Tomorrow is the day of a big event, but does it matter? Does it really matter? If it's going to be exciting, if it is going to be disappointing, will it matter? My life is like a roller coaster ride; after every up there's a down and after every down there's an up. I struggle battles everyday and there's just too much pressure. But what is pressure anyway, other than being that hard weight thrown upon our shoulders that hurts us if we don't perfect? And do we ever perfect? NO, so that is why it's always there. Who cares if things are not "perfect"? Because no matter what we do, they are never "perfect".

I feel those unstoppable Q&A getting chain-linked and a cloud of thoughts is formed in corners of my mind. I was thinking too much. I hate those days, days I'm thinking too much. If I allow my train of never-ending thoughts to go on and on, I will never sleep tonight, not even for ten minutes.

Now, shut up, train of thoughts. I need to sleep. Tomorrow, after all, will be different and I don't care whether it is good different, or bad different, but I want something different, a rush of fresh air to breathe.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


It doesn't matter
which star is shining brighter.
They are all stars.
We see them clearly,
even though they are very far.

Some stars are blinding.
Some stars are dull.
But they are all shining.
Some people are smiling.
Some people are just standing still.
But they are all charming.

Photo source: Flickr

Magic Wand


I need a magic wand
to fix my broken life.
I would hold it in my hand
all the time to make things right.

My life would be a fairytale,
happy endings AND happy beginnings.
I would be super happy,
and the world would keep on spinning.

When things go wrong,
I would say the magic words.
I would redo things.
I would change the world.

Just give me the magic wand
and I will fix my life.

Photo source: Flickr


Surround yourself with people who inspire you,
things that move you,
things that makes you want to live.
Be the inspiration to a few people.
Make a difference in their lives,
good difference.
Be the reason why success is their best friend,
the reason that big smile is drawn on their faces.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Unanswered Questions

Why is it that we are working hard to please strangers,
while we ignore the ones we love?
Why is it that we protect others from all kinds of danger,
while we hurt the ones we love?

Is this all what we care about;
Having the best external image?
Having the best reputation?
Being the "perfect one",
when we know we are not perfect?

Why is it we feel loved,
when people you don't even know their names look up to you,
while we are surrounded by dozens of people,
who really care about you?

Why is it we think too much about the future,
picturing it as "the hope",
when hope is far away from what we have inside?
Why is it we say we love who we are, what we have,
but we work hard to hide?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Wake up call

when things are just not right,
all one needs is
a wake up call,
to wake him up from his deep, deep sleep,
and just put things back to the way it is supposed to be,
the way it used to be.

Sticks & Stones

Even when they throw
sticks & stones
at you,

smile at them
be good to them.

They say revenge is sweet,
but you can "revenge" by throwing kindness at them.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Quick advice to students: about cramming

Sincere advice from me:

Don't try to cram a huge amount of information
into your head,
even if you have the ability to.

It is always better to
divide what you have to study into chunks,
and learn one chunk at a time!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Breaking down is somewhat good

One day, something happens, but you stand strong.
The next day, something happens, but you stand strong.
The next week something big happens but you stand so strong.
Two days later, something small happens, but you break down.

why is that?

Because this is just more than you can take.
Too much.

When you stood strong before, you were strong, but maybe you weren't 100% okay inside.
And with repetition, you were half not-okay.
Finally, you were not okay.

Is this completely bad?

Breaking down releases your inner buried negative energy for a short period of time,
but when you are done breaking down, you are mostly okay again,
ready to be strong again!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

How to deal with forks in the road?

You are driving down the highway,
but you see two roads. 
Which one is to be taken? You may ask.
Leftie or rightie?
Tough call.
Which should you choose?

A voice says: I wanna go right, but it seems risky.
Another voice says: The left one seems safe, but long and boring,
 and I don't think I even want to try it. It's not what I want. But maybe it is more practical, less risky.

Which one should you take?
Depending on the situation.
Depending on your needs.
Depending on YOU

Maybe you are adventurous, daring, always trying something different.
You don't care about your loss. The experience is just enough for you.
i.e. You like to take risks.

And maybe you are smart, always having a plan.
If something doesn't work, you always have a back-up plan.
You don't like losing.
What is on your mind with every decision you make: win.win.win.
You love being in control of whatever situation you are in.
i.e. You like to win.

When making decisions, there is no RIGHT decision and WRONG decision. There are different places, different time, different people, different methods AND different results. 
YOU are the one who decides what is RIGHT for YOU.

P.S. If things don't seem right at the beginning of the road, you can switch to the other one,
but don't wait until it's too late!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Don't forget

Don't forget to:

1. Tell the people around you how much they mean to you.
2. Find a hobby or two. Spend your time doing something you love.
3. Care about your future, but not obsess with worries.
4. Start a conversation with a child less than ten years old. You'll realize how simple life is.
5. Comment on this! :)

Through a child's eye

If I could see life through a child's eye,
I could tell effortlessly what is wrong and what is right.
I would believe in what is in front of me.
My life would be considerably easy.
Maybe I would be blind
to many things that are true.
But I know that I would be able to find
something better to do
to change the world we live in
and I don't think that I would give up or give in.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Bad day, good day

Some days just feel lonely.
You call every friend of yours,
but they're either out, or sleeping, or just not answering the phone.

The night just seem cold,
even though it's in the middle of the summer.

You search for a good book to read,
but the ones you find are either boring, or depressing,
or you just read it a hundred times before.

You turn on the TV,
the news are depressing,
the shows are boring,
the movies are either silly or violent.

Don't feel down yet.
Don't cry.
Look at what you have but can't see.
Tomorrow will definitely be a brighter, better day.

The next day:
you wake up with a smile on your face.
You just feel good, happy,
like you are ready for whatever happens to you that day.
You are not afraid of challenges.
Actually, you want to face challenges,
to feel strong.
Because if you succeed, you feel power.
And if you don't, you feel brave and you gain experience.
At the end of the day, you are smiling.

For some reason,
bad days are usually followed by good days,
so that's a reason to keep smiling on a bad day! 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Savannah stared out at the shiny moon of September with wet eyes. She looked down at the forest from the prison window. Tears streamed down her eyes while she focused her eyes on the dark slightly-cloudy sky. She closed her eyes as her life sections went by like a photo slideshow. It was all in her mind, perfectly, as if they were just the previous day. They said time healed everything, but not for Savannah. As time passes by, her pain grows bigger and bigger. It was like digging a hole and making it deeper and deeper until it swallows everything that could ever exist. They said details were always forgotten, but not for Savannah they were pinned to every corner of her brain. She could relive every moment anytime anywhere. It may seem good, but the feelings are re-felt and the stories are re-heard. Savannah wished every single day she could forget, but how could she? She was the daughter of Victor Lewis Ledgers. 
If only you knew Victor Lewis Ledgers. At his time, no one didn’t. He was the reason why parents couldn’t sleep at night and got them to check on their kids seventeen times an hour. It was him who tortured their hearts at any chance he could and any chance he couldn’t. He was the reason why children had the creepiest nightmares and grown-ups quitting their dearest jobs. 
Ledgers was the most evil person in the universe. He had mastered torturing living creatures and shattering hearts into a million pieces and taking every single piece of those and torturing it.
Savannah let go of a short loud scream. As she expected, it didn’t make her feel any better. Nothing could make her feel any better. She was doomed, she believed. She did this to herself, she thought. She was trying to be everything her father wasn’t expecting. She challenged him in every way she thought of. She never wanted to be predictable. 
But one day, Ledgers was on a mission. He needed an assistant so badly. Savannah was thrilled that she was shaking, but when her father said the striking words “you can’t”, Savannah was shattered, broken, hit from all directions. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel. She remembered every single moment her father didn’t believe in what she was sure she could do. She knew it was a now-or-never decision for her to be part of that mission. She knew she had to think more than twice about participating, for the mission was evil, non humanistic. Savannah had always been caught between the devil and angel inside of her. She had always been the kind of girl struggling between right and wrong. However, she knew this time was different; her father was supposed to complete his mission and leave for a long period of time. She would be living with the burning fire in her heart for more that she could bear. She was on it. She had to be, to prove to herself and most importantly to her father that she was something. 
Savannah knew she couldn’t spend too much time in thoughts. The mission was about to start in less than what she could prepare for.
Savannah shuddered as she remembered for what was going to happen next was more than her soul could stand.
The image is: the evil plan succeeds. Savannah is happy. Her father is close from being happy and almost proud. People hate them both. 
Yes it was everything she had been expecting and the feeling of triumph within Savannah was temporary and that was the end.
The scene is: Savannah wakes up and she is sitting within her cubicle in the office of communication services. 
The nightmare was real, but the prison, the forest and the evil father weren’t. They were all part of the virtual world of her mind. Her father was mean and partly evil, but not evil as in the manga comic books that her little brother bought all the time. Her father was the founder of  some “communication services” company and had sort of used people to succeed in this connection. Savannah was one of his two assistants. She considered herself and the other assistant evil for helping him. Savannah lived every moment of every day in torture. Would it ever stop; in real life or in the box of virtual world inside her head?!

Photo credits go to Flickr

Monday, September 20, 2010


When I look around, it seems to me like there is something that is missing. What is it? I don't know, but that world I live in, is not complete. I look at the walls surrounding me. I feel like they are only a cover hiding something, something that they don't want me to see, like a treasure that should not be seen. As time goes by, I expect to see some change; some secrets to be told, the truth to be uncovered. Something deep down, way deep down, urges me to keep searching because there are things that need to be found and shouldn't be given up on.

I look at the ocean and notice how still the water is, but I know, for sure, that it's hiding worlds underneath that I can't see, just standing there and watching from the ship. If I really want to travel to that world underneath, I have to dive in and take a risk.

Sometimes, it seems that everything will be revealed at a certain age where you will be the know-it-all you always wanted to be, the image of your perfect future self would come to life. However, when you reach that age and you don't see some riddles being solved, disappointment takes place.

You have no choice but to keep on living your life and searching for what is missing because maybe, someday, things will be obvious, puzzles will be solved. Maybe they will, maybe they won't.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Don't let it go to your head

To that person on top of the hill or even the mountain,
don't let it go to your head;
you are more likely to fall than those who are still climbing,
or even trying.
yours truly,

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Some nice quotes

'Don’t hurry. Don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.' ~Walter Hagen

'Love your enemy. But don’t forget he is not your friend.' ~Paulo Coelho

'Be your own best friend. Never ever, put yourself down.' ~Paulo Coelho

'Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.' ~Albert Einstein

'If you would create something, you must be something.' ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

'It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do."' ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

'The best way out is always through.' ~Robert Frost

Monday, September 13, 2010

Creativity & I

When I was a kid, I never did things "the regular way". When tying my shoelaces, I never did the "standard shoelace knot" like everyone I knew. I tried to learn it, but instead, I went for the "bunny ears knot", without anyone teaching me. I just tried to look at it from different directions and finally figured it out. When studying, I never memorized facts like most of my classmates. I never quite figured out how to just memorize them, I always tried to understand them and learn them with other techniques. I remember how I used to write in a "wrong" position, which I learned later in life, to be called "the hook", since the palm looks like a hook in this position. I could list many things, but what I am trying to say is, I always felt odd. I used to think that it was wrong to be different, but now I know it is what we call "creativity".

Also, I loved creativity; in different ways, at different ages. At a very young age, I enjoying drawing, painting, coloringdesigning cards, building stuff,...etc. At my older childhood, I loved writing in my diary, making up stories and even songs. Then, I think it all changed to writing short stories, articles, sketching and just discovering different types of art.

What I am trying to say is: I can't live without creativity.

So what is creativity anyway? well, according to my dictionary, it means:
the ability to produce new ideas or things using skill and imagination
I love creativity and I owe it a lot, since it is the reason why I survived a lot of things and discovered different sides of myself that I didn't even know existed. And today, I was wondering what the world would be like, if there wasn't any creativity, and here is what I came up with:
  1. There wouldn't be books, movies, shows, paintings, sculptures or any kind of arts.
  2. There wouldn't be TV, computer, mobile phones, or any digital device.
  3. Not to mention, the absence of machines like washing machines, refrigerators, irons,...etc.
  4. Societies know what "change" is. It would be the same throughout the centuries, consequently there wouldn't be "history".
  5. Everything would be made up of facts. What a bore!
  6. There wouldn't be any writings since writing itself, the shape of the words, the art of handwriting, are "creativity".
  7. We would wear the same clothes, talk the same way, have the same occupation. We would just be a bunch of living robots, that are very similar to each other.
The list can go on and on, but I wish to stop here.

I personally think that creativity shouldn't be about creating a masterpiece, but it should be about to produce something that expresses your personality, your thoughts, your dreams.

Now, I think we all owe creativity big times because we wouldn't be living in that world of ours today if it weren't for creativity.

Photo credits go to Flickr.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Who Said Age Is Nothing but a Number?

As you age, you grow
you travel
you search
you discover
you try
you fail
you retry
you get there
you leave
you change
you meet new people
you feel safe
you get betrayed
you learn
you become stronger
you find a challenge
you fall
you rise again
you laugh
you cry
you break down
you find the silver lining
you lose your way
you find some old friends
you remember the good memories
you find a reason to live
you succeed
you want to live forever
but then again, you realize "who does?!" and you know that because of your experience as you age. So how great is growing up!

Photo credits go to Flickr

Monday, August 30, 2010


Scene One
I walk towards the station. Correction, I run towards the station. I am late. I check my watch. Yes, I am late. I am going to miss the train probably. Oh no, it is my only chance to get out of here. I don't like the place here. I need to change my location, find another life; a better life. I have been asleep for far too long, or maybe I have been just fooling myself. This train was my only chance to leave here. I asked the other day and I learnt it is the last train. The station is going to be “under construction” for a long time and other methods of transportation in this town is bad.
I reach the station. I look around. The train catches my eye. I recognize it for I saw it before, the day I bought the ticket; the one way ticket. People are getting on the train. I check my watch. Only 30 seconds till the train leaves. 30 seconds to cross 100 meters. 28 seconds now. It is now or never.
I grab my bag tight and I run as fast as I can, brain frozen, heart beating twice as normal. It is as if I am trying to fly to reach the train in no time.
I jump inside it and fall hard on the floor. My shoulders are almost dislocated from the improper movement, but they aren’t.
I made it. I am inside the train.

Scene Two
I am seated now in the train. Calming down after my rush. I can feel my heart still pounding twice as normal.
I close my eyes, trying to get to my happy place, I learnt to do so in some “anger management” book. I am not angry, at all. I am just stressed or nervous or worried, whatever, but not angry.
I watch the travelers closely. I have a hobby of watching people, like my favorite show.
The train seems to keep going and going forever. It stops every now and then, though. I see people getting on the train and others leaving.
Where am I going? What is the name of my station? If only I had a clue.
Should I pick some station randomly? Should I stay on this train? I am not sure what to do.
Oh, train of life, where are you taking me?
Is there a map, so I can guess my destiny?
Then, I make up my mind. I hear the noise of the train. I focus on the noise. I take a deep breath and get up. This is my station, I decide.

Scene Three
I get off the train. I leave the station and look around. 
This is my destination. This is my new home. This is where I begin my new life.
I start to walk.

Photo credits go to Flickr

Friday, August 13, 2010

How to Brush Your Teeth With Braces

How to Brush Your Teeth With Braces

Dental braces (simply known as braces) are instruments put on one's teeth to align them and their position according to one's bite. They're the most proper way to fix crooked teeth. However, their presence may discourage good brushing habits due to the difficulty, resulting in decaying and discoloring of the teeth after the removal of the braces. To maintain healthy teeth, proper brushing is necessary to do so.

  1. Brush your teeth, at least, twice a day. Allow yourself to brush your teeth more time when you have braces than before you wore them. Braces are a struggle in the way of brushing the teeth and cleaning the mouth, so extra time is important when doing so.
  2. Small circles are a good form of brushing. Brush ten times in each area before moving on to the next.
  3. Don’t forget to brush the braces, as well; the upper and lower surfaces of the brackets and around the wire
  4. Brush your tongue, gums and the roof of your mouth.

  • Don’t use whitening toothpaste. It causes discoloration when the braces come off.
  • Use a soft or a medium toothbrush.
  • It’s important to brush after eating foods high in sugar.
  • Brush lightly, but effectively.

  • Make sure to floss once a day preferably before you go to bed. Floss between teeth and between the wire and braces.
  • To apply dental wax to your braces, roll the wax into a small ball then apply it to the end of the wire or the bracket that causes pain. Don’t forget to remove it before brushing your teeth. 

Photo credits to whoever uploaded it.