I feel so conflicted at times when someone reminds me that I’m a grown woman and don’t need permission from anyone to leave the house or go do the things I like, except somehow I do.
I have a problem with people meddling into people’s lives. Isn’t there a saying – “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”? I think this applies to meddling as well. According to my personal experience and all those movies and TV shows I’ve watched over the year, I don’t think there’s ever been a scenario…
This prompt word for this week’s Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge is Divorce. For the past few weeks, I have been dealing with something that has something with my mom’s divorce from my step-dad. It’s been weighing on me and I’m hoping to talk to someone about this. Alas, there’s literally no one I can talk…
In my post, The Alarm in my Dream, I mentioned my sleep had been disruptive that week. Well, two nights prior to that dream, I was woken by two telephone calls by the same person with two different numbers.
It all started last Saturday when I woke up with a burning sensation in my throat.
I woke up screaming last night. I checked the time – it was 2:10 am. My end of semester nightmares are starting again. Ugh!
My first incident with public manner was about three years ago (and I wrote about it) and for a long time, this subject had escaped my mind but recently, it came flying back like a boomerang.
“I’m quitting.” How hard was that to say?
Today is the first day of the second block of the summer semester and my emotions have been all over the place: sleep deprivation, exhaustion from taking tests, joy deprivation not to mention very annoyed.
What did I do to get on the wrong side of the world? Why did the world had chosen me as its victim to be bullied? What do I have to do to make my world stand up straight again?
Do you remember when I told you about getting bad luck in your zodiac year? Of course not, I don’t even remember. All I know is people tend to be unlucky in their zodiac year. Why am I telling you this? Because my bad luck surfaced. I was born in the year of the sheep…
So far I’ve read quite a few responses to today’s daily prompt and learned a lot about my fellow bloggers’ detailed family lineages and quite frankly, I know almost nothing of my own.
Oh my, is it New Year’s Eve already? Where has the time gone? Where has my winter break gone?
I did Blogging 201 in February of 2015. I didn’t really need it at the time but what the heck, I could use some advice. However, I think I am taking this course now to help me grow this blog and it will give me a chance to learn about more ways to beautify this…
I’ve been feeling very pessimistic lately. I have tried summoning my sun-shiny optimistic self but failed in the process.
Well, Friday, finally. This week’s been weird and busy.
Speaking of my trip to Chicago at the end of this month, I am so excited. I can hardly wait but at the same time, I am nervous and scared.
Okay, I officially admit it, blogging and writing fiction has made me a creative writer, not a technical writer.
So, we’re already a week into October.
I have been called stubborn by multiple individuals with my mom and her friends occupying about 85% of those individuals. Sometimes it’s a compliment while sometimes, it’s just plain mean because they are using the word out of context.
So I spent about 4 hours in a cubicle yesterday, taking the GMAT, and I did
So today is the day before my
Thanks to my mother, I just got home from a crappy exam and oh look, the light on the answering machine is blinking. I pressed play and guess what, it’s mom calling home to check on me.