Mother’s words

“Just try. If things get too hard, just pray and leave the rest to God.”

These were the words my mother said to me a year ago and even though her body decays in the hard soil six feet under, her words still resounds within me. Whenever I was sad because of a small failure I faced, she never hugged me or consoled me in any way, she would only berate me for letting my emotions get the best of me. She would say that by feeling down, I was failing to see the big picture. I did something wrong and I was not correcting it. She taught me to be thankful for mean teachers and love not being the best because then I would always grow and become better than I was yesterday. I loved her for being so direct with me and playing such a powerful role in my life. I know that I can face multiple obstacles because I was groomed to develop a thick shell. So I am not afraid of how many times I fall because I know that I can always get up and try again



We were inching towards the top, the rhythmic sound of the wheels meshing with the tracks were behind us, my heart swelled with delight and my stomach swelled in fear, my left hand held onto my friend’s safe and soft hand, so that we made a fist, and the other clanged to the mechanical clasp that was the machine, and then we stopped. Momentarily. We soon began to fall, I began to fall, my heart made a leap down but my hair flew towards the sun. But before, I could summon enough strength to scream, we returned up but the peace of pause was short lived and we continued the tremendous ride.

Aside from the benign gush of wind that threatened to take me away, I also face the continuous out-pours from the people who sat next to me. I heard curses with profanity, cries of terror, screams of exhilaration and sighs of relief. Indeed, I sat in an emotional roller coaster, physically and emotionally. As we went up and down, then down and up, I heard prayers and then swears, laughs and then sobs but the ride was not yet over.

The wheels screeched and I was relieved, the ride was finally over. I laughed, We laughed but not till we had gently unmounted the carriers and regained our balance. After, we left we told our stories of our venture in a comical sense that made any listener laugh. I watched my friends giggle and smile and for some reasons their happy faces did not match the terrified depictions the camera showed of them the time earlier. I just laughed and sighed. Catharsis.

What if Snow White hadn’t eaten the apple?


What if Snow White had seen behind the cunning eyes of the evil queen, had refused the epitome of her downfall and outwitted the villain, then the story would have changed. There would be no need for the Prince. She would have regained her castle as the rightful heir and lived happy ever after.
However, could she have become as deadly as the past queen?
Difficult times had brought out of her, the unique quality she possess, such as generosity, kindness and friendliness to both animal and human but without the wickedness of her stepmother, she would not have experience the adversities that molded her as the heroine of this story. Without those attributes, it would only be a matter of time before she fell into the same temptation.


Looking up


On the train, street and even school, I would look at my peers but they all would have their heads buried in their smartphones. They are working down the streets and their ears are plugged with headphones, driving down the lane and their cars are booming with loud music and whenever they get the chance, they text.

What happened to listening to birds singing or reading a book? The nostalgia for the natural world is real. With spring hailed by the high degrees of pollen in the atmosphere, the warm temperature that melted all the snow and the switch from the cone of scarves and thick jacket to flat and short sleeves, the world outside is endearing, beautiful but artificially populated.I would wake up in the morning, not to the sun rays creeping into my room but to the shadow cast by the tall building beside my house. I can really appreciate the golden horizon of the sunset because there are telephone wires infiltrating the perfect skyline and buildings obstructing the distant view. 

Well is not like it will really be missed since no one bothers with nothing but the LCD lighted scre

Sunset in the City

ens of technology. Nature’s nemesis.


College, Just Another Sorting Hat

Sorting Hat- Harry Potter

Now, I get the anxiety Harry and the other first years had felt as they stood in front of the Great Hall. As they waited for their names to be called, the 11 year olds left their fate to the magical hat that would decide their fate for the seven years they would reside in Hogwarts and maybe the rest of  their lives.a

But where’s the democracy in that? What if they end up regretting the house they are placed in?

So maybe they did not get into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. They don’t regret it because even the young innocent Slytherin gets entangled in the world of dark arts, they learn to adapt. So this is my advice to high school seniors who probably got rejection letters from their top choice of college, you will be happy wherever you end up in. Do you know why? You are human, you have been through worst and because of this resilience that runs through your veins, you will make it wherever you end up in.