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I don't feel right today. Everything seems to be perfectly bad. I don't know why. I don't have a job. I don't have friends with me right now. I don't have someone to talk to as of this moment. I am simply aching.


I promise myself that today, I will never use FACEBOOK again. I don't feel the networking site anymore. It is because of this site that my pains get even worse. There is something within me that is need of immediate cure.


I don't excel in everything I do. I write, no one reads. I talk, no one listens. I cry, no one comforts. I felt helpless. Can I call myself nobody? From now on, I will be called "Miss Nobody", it's not alike of the movie with the same title; I'm not a killer. If given the chance I have the power, what will it be? I want to have the power of disappearing forever.


I'd rather give my life to the one who needs it the most. Or let's just say, the one who most of the people in the society needs.


I'm in a great trouble today. My past haunts me. I want to extend my sincere apology to all the people I have sinned before but I don't know how. I want to thank the people who have made my day light but I don't know how.


I want to help but there's nothing I can give. My family needs me but I can't even buy my own food. Just imagine, I feel like I'm stuck somewhere. My friends are happy with their life while I'm asking for death.


They said "power of mind" really matters. What if I tell you that I have been using the technique ever since I was born? Would you believe me? I want to cry out loud. But I don't have the voice and courage.  I look so perfectly okay outside but I feel vast of loneliness inside.


I am alone today. I want to sleep and never awake.


I don't value myself anymore. I think if I'm gone, my family would only be the one who will be sad. Too bad for a disposable girl like me. I have done nothing. I am simply useless.


My friends used to call me when they have problems. They listen when I give some piece of comforting words but unknowingly deep inside, I am bleeding.


Am I being too emotional? I guess so, here I am again. I think I am the very first person to tell this; I wish my friends  and loved one weren't given the chance to know me so that they'll not be in trouble. I wish I weren't born at all. Sorry world, but it's over for now.

"Priest"

What will happen if the world you’re living today will be dominated by – horrendous blood-suckers?  You can create a picture of the peaceful earth becoming a haven full of darkness and terror. During times likes this, what could be the best solution? Or is it better to restate the question and say, who has the brave soul that can help us, endure this terrifying plague?

Here were some of the questions that I have had raised during my sole movie premiere of “Priest”. I hired my laptop to be my little theatre and used the internet to watch the movie online.

It is an Italian movie that focused on the story of a “Priest” who disobeyed the law of the church to save her niece that was kidnapped by the vampires. By the way, Priest was predefined in the movie. According to their rules, Priests are the warriors that will go and haunt the vampires to kill them.  The church made the people out of harm's way by making a safe area. In this place, people live like they have used to be but can’t enjoy the abundance of sunlight.  The city was very dark; you can compare the movie’s setting into the “Underworld” theme. 

The adventures undergone by the Priest for the search of his niece may open you to a hair-raising momentum. I don’t basically consider this mainstream as something horrible or scary but it’s enough for me to fear having vampires in this world. Imagine if vampires will be around?  We have to hide and seek and find techniques of surviving fear and life. You can watch the full movie online at movie2k.com.

Paranormal Encounter 2: Mysterious Cubicle User

My parents used to have many ways of feeding us (their children) and because of these opportunities came that we have to move from one area to another. My second encounter with what we call today "paranormal" was when I reached the age of 10. We lived in an apartment. We occupied a room in the fourth floor and the terrace of the same building. It was a seven-storey structure. I found the terrace the most wonderful part of it because I can see different sceneries a child like me can never think of. There was a small room and a little comfort room in the terrace. Since my parents rented the place, we are free to sleep on that room. I thought sleeping in an half-open site is enjoyable but I was wrong.

One night, my family decided to sleep on that small room to have a change of sleeping location. My parents slept on the floor with my younger brother. My younger sister planned to sleep on the upper deck of the bed while I will be sleeping on the lower portion of the bed. They told me that I should sleep on the upper deck and have my younger sister on the lower section because I'm the elder. I just ignored them. They tease me that hard that I bravely said that I'm willing to have the switch. They laughed at me and told me that I'll go down after few hours of sleeping because of fear. Again, I just ignored them.

It was around 11'oclock in the evening that all of us have slept. You might be wondering why I am afraid to sleep on that hateful section? There was a big window in front of that deck. There were another two small windows on the left side of the deck. Through that two small windows, I can see the dark space of the terrace and the little comfort room. I got my blanket and covered myself.

I was awakened by a water dripping from the faucet of the little comfort room. I even smiled because I heard the sound of the urination of someone inside the cubicle. The water stopped and so the one inside the comfort room. I waited for five minutes to talk to that someone to divert my fear during that time. I was waiting for the sound of that screeching door to signal me that the one inside was finished and will go inside the room where we were actually sleeping. Ten minutes passed but still there was no sound. I decided to look down to my fellows who were heavily sleeping. I counted them all.

Supposedly, there should be three of them because the other one should be inside the cubicle. Remember, I heard the water and the sound of urination. But, I was wrong. There are four of them. Unmoved. I was totally shocked. So, who was inside of that cubicle urinating? After that revelation, howling of dogs greeted me. 

Paranormal Encounter 1: Girl in the Cubicle

I was grade one when I realized that I can sense something that is not normal. I spent my elementary years in a horrible school. It's not because of education matter. The teachers were very competent and intelligent. Our school was known as a public school with an honor. Bright students were sent to various district academic competition and as always grabbed the first award. I can say that it was horrible because it was also a school full of mysteries and paranormal activities.

It was one of our normal class, I felt that I am going to pee so I excused myself to go to the comfort room. Our comfort rooms were isolated. It were located to the most quiet place part of the school. It were beside a little forest. There were no bulbs inside the comfort rooms so it was so dark. I ignored the feeling of fear of that time because of two reasons: first, I'm so concentrated to pee and second, I'm so young to think about ghosts. Because of that, I immediately went to one cubicle.

As I opened the cubicle I saw a small child whose head bowed low. Her long tresses covered her face. I wasn't able to figure out how tall she was because she was in a slouch position. I can't tell if she's going to pee or whether she's done with it. Her hands were holding the hem of her skirt. She had same uniform as mine. My first reaction was shame. I shouldn't have opened the door that easily. I opened other cubicles but the bowls were either dirty or destroyed. There were no other person around. I am alone with that girl. It was then I decided to use the same cubicle the girl was using. I waited for some minute to give the girl the chance to fix herself after that incident. I waited until few minutes. I felt that my urinary bladder will going to explode so I knocked the door to inform her that I'm still waiting outside. I kept on knocking until the door opened. So what did I see????. . .There was no one inside the cubicle. I was shocked. I shouted and ran as fast as I could to vacate the area.

Paranormal Introduction . . .

In my previous posts I wrote about having writer's block (though I can't consider myself as a writer). To answer that annoying problem, I surfed the net to search for a possible topics to write. This is at least to prove that I am worthy of this freedom of writing. These are some of the subjects some blogger may write:

• Aliens vs Zombies
• What do Aliens Look Like?
• Monsters vs Aliens
• Real Alien Sightings
• Is There Life on Other Planets
• Extraterrestrial Beings and Humans
• Fun Facts about Astronomy

• How was the Universe Created
• Supernova
• What are Stars Made Of
• How was the Sun Formed
• Getting into Black Holes
• Life Cycle of a Star
• Existence of Life on Mars

They offer much of my interest. That is why I tend to scribble about something that is not listed above. I want to write my own experience with paranormal things. I hope I can do it better this time. I think this will fit my own purpose of blogging.

I was once the favorite subject of tease during my childhood time. It is not of whatever reasons but because I was so so COWARD. If there's something to fetch from a very dark area I tend to low my head and cry because I'm frightened. My parents used to scold me because of this issue. They told me that they're not happy to have a weakling eldest daughter. I can't do something about it. I can't help it. The image of a very dark room made my body trembles. I think it's inside me. I don't know how. I don't even know why.

You will be starting to read some of my personal paranormal encounters on my next posts. I hope you'll like it!

ROck n' ROll

I just read a certain article from one of the blogs I follow. Throughout the reading session, I experience something like “envy” thing. I want to make noise virtually that's the second reason of the existence of this blog. It's not the noise you're thinking. I wish there will be even a single individual who will dare to spare some of his/her time just to read some of my articles. I want to have more friends through this stuff. It doesn't mean I want to be popular or what. I only wanted to be recognized. If you can notice, the first eight posts of my blog are from my internship experience. Basically, this blog was created only because of the term requirement. Our dean wanted to use this tool to help us hone our skills in writing and at the same time polish our computer abilities. I doubt if I have both of the talents, anyway.

The writer of that blog (who I was so envy about) happens to be quite few years younger than me. Well, it's not the age gap that I'm jealous about. It's the way she write her thoughts. She wite as if she's talking directly to you. I'm really a crap!

I mentioned on one of my posts that I wanted to become a writer. But, I think that dream is quite far now. I don't have the skills to write. I hate to admit this but I am just too sure of myself that I forgot that still having a talent in writing is better (which is a greater option).

I am writing because I can't contain what I am feeling as of this very moment. If I tell this to someone I know, I'm sure that he/she will laught at me? I guess I have that kind of weird friends.

Right now, I'm still searching the style of writing I should have. I don't know when. I'm not sure where. I'm having what they often called “writer's block”. Please stay with me as I unlock the possible potentian I have.

DiSturBia. . .

I am writing today because I'm bored. I think this is the main reason behind this blog. I just write what I feel as of this moment. I don't care about the subject though. Can I include my emotions as one? Well, I don't know. Let's blab about the setting of a third-world country like Philippines. I love to talk about politics. According to our economists, Phillipines is one of the promising third-world country today. But, I don't believe it. It doesn't imply that I don't trust the economy or what. It just that the citizen or the constituents itself is the main core of the problem.

Let's not talk about it. I'm tired. My mind lost its proper connection. I am about to discourse something about the politics right? I hate this.

Right now, you're reading a complete example of a worthless blog.

Have you tried feeling upset with no reason at all? There's something deep within you that you wanted to wake up. You tried to smile still the unknown feeling haunts you. You talked to others but it is still useless. You feel like you're sad. You feel like there's something to be angry about with no reason again. You paused to know this fixation yet the answer is quite far to reach by your hand. You are trying to understand everything. You wanted to know who really you are. You looked into the mirror and see nothing but your own reflection looking at you. You smile and he/she smiles. You make up face and he/she will do the same. You can't see any answer. You think it's getting pointless. It's like travelling a dark tunnel without any end at all. What will you do?

Tell me if You have experienced something like this. I will be glad to hear if directly from you. We don't know this may prove that I'm not abnormal or what.