Sing with me. 🙂
Sing with me. 🙂
It was in February of 2010 when I visited Rome. I immediately fell in love with the city because of its charm. And most of all I got to tick off a box on my bucket list.
Ever since I was small, I love going to churches, museums, and galleries. I find it more appealing than spending the whole day at the beach doing nothing. Just like any other famous tourist attractions, there are lots of people who wanted to see the Vatican. In my part, the purpose of the trip is to see the place where the Pope resides and hold masses. It was definitely a dream come true to me to be able to step into the famous St. Peter Basilica.
I was awed by what I have seen inside the Vatican. Everything is just beautiful and artistic. For me, it does not look like a place of worship but a royal palace.
The museum is also filled with surprises. I did not expect to see a lot there. Just like the topless statue of Zeus!
*This post is my take on today’s one-word prompt, ostentatious.
I never thought that a time would come that I would fear for my life. This was a new phenomenon to me. Should I seek help from the people around me or just pretend that I’m a brave woman?
Deep inside I was shouting for help. I thought that I’d drown in my own thoughts. Thank goodness it’s just in the mind. However, it has already taken my energy, a portion of my sanity and it has already left an invisible scar on me.
Sometimes I succeed in concealing my fears but most of the time I get caught by people close to me and when I tell them what is making me anxious or what is making me tremble, they would answer me with “why is that?” and laugh at the same time. Some told me that it’s only a product of overthinking and imagination.
As days went by, I started to isolate myself from the world. I hated the things that triggered my panic attacks. One of which is taking the express bus. I know it sounds ridiculous. Fear of taking the bus? Actually it’s not the bus that is the issue, but it is the thought that I don’t have control over the bus. Whenever I sat on the bus, it feels like I was sitting on a roller coaster.
My confidence went from a 100% to a 10%. I didn’t trust myself anymore and I started thinking that emotions made me weak. My health condition was not good either. The gastrointestinal problem that I had before came back because I was stressed by the thought of my panic attacks coming back. I was anxious about being afraid and what would happen if I lost control over something.
I went to a therapist because I wanted to put an end to this nightmare. I was sick and tired of negativity. To make the story short I got better. The therapist told me that my anxiousness was a phase in my life. My mind was on its defence mode because of the sad happenings that I experienced in my life lately and stress from work made it worse. So her advice is to go out and never allow fear and depression stop you from living your life. Being afraid is normal because it is our body’s way of warning us of dangers but it is up to us on how we are going to respond to the situation.
If you’re going to ask me how am I today, I’m absolutely better. I still have some of the irrational fears but I don’t get panic attacks anymore. I guess that my healthier lifestyle (which includes a balance diet, exercise, water and proper supplements) today is helping my mind to cope better with the negativity coming into my life. I also learned something from myself too that no matter how intimidating or nerve-racking the situation is, quiting is not in my vocabulary.
This post is my response to The Daily Post Daily Prompt Challenge, Panic.
Sometimes you don’t need to fly just to get closer to the sky. 😉
Neil Sedaka is one of my favorite artists from the ’70s. Not only he is a good singer but also he is a good composer. I’ve been a fan since I was small. His music is not just a music to my ears but to my soul.
This post is my take on The Daily Post Daily Prompt, Music.
If there’s one thing I should never do again, it is delaying to change the bedsheets.
Last night my skin got rashes and it was itchy. I tried not to scratch because I don’t want to make it worse but I couldn’t help it. I scratched my skin and thought that after that I could just sleep. But no. It didn’t work.
So what I did, I tried some of the breathing techniques that I’ve learned from my yoga class and my mindfulness books. It worked for 15 minutes. Then my skin started itching again so I was awake again but really exhausted. I’ve been trying to remember if I ate something that I’m allergic to but no I haven’t ate anything that would irritate my skin.
Then it came to me that my bf and I were supposed to change the bedsheet last weekend. That bedsheet has been there for a month (or maybe two) already. We haven’t forgotten it but since we’re both preoccupied by our games, trips and other stuff we were just postponing it.
So I’ve learned our lesson. Don’t procrastinate because it will only lead to another procrastination (I actually have plans today but because I didn’t get enough sleep last night, I got sick today and have to stay at home.) and irritation.
–This post is my response to the Daily Prompt assignment this week.
Daily Prompt : One-Way Street Congrats! You’re the owner of a new TIME MACHINE. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do YOU CHOOSE, and why?
If I had a time machine that would take me to either the past or the future, I think that I would not use it unless if something evil is threatening the existence of the whole humanity. In most of the movies that I have seen, people who has time machine has been given the chance to change the past/future in order to fix the present time but I still cannot understand how going back in time (for example) and talking to your younger self would help you (You in the present). It seems that when the past version of you takes your advice then it would affect what you are in the present? Does it mean that you have copies of yourself? We are talking of one time machine here right? So it does not make sense to me how going back to the past would change the present or future if your present is already happening.
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Life has never been fair to us. Dreadful things could happen to us anytime. Whether we like it or not, some things are almost impossible to leave behind. Experiences whether good or bad never leave without a trace, but most of the time it is the bad that still remains in our minds and shape who we are.
I’m not a morning person. I love to sleep the whole day whenever I have a day off from work but I don’t mind waking up early for the sake of work, errands and travels. However waking up before the alarm clock rings annoys me. Grr! I need that hour, minute and seconds of sleep.
So I have this neighbor for more than a year now. She’s in her 40’s, married and has two beautiful kids. I’ve never talked to her nor even said hi to her because when I’m home I spend most of my time sleeping, chatting with friends, reading, playing video games or cooking. I have patience when it comes to people but this one is an exemption. I always wake up to her loud voice every morning. Her voice is worse than my alarm clock. It’s like a mini gun with unlimited bullets! I just can’t understand why she always have to talk that way to her kids almost every morning. I’ve really wanted to go down and ask her to shut up erhmm.. I mean to tone down everytime I wake up but that time of the day is when I’m most weak and tired. Yeah I know I should talk to her about this problem but I’m afraid that I might sound rude.
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