..every side and face..

..i wanna write something different..
..different from the hectic schedule i always blab about..
..different from the fact that i'm missing my family in bulacan..
..different from the feeling of longing for my super special friends..
..different from talking about my special someone..

..i think..
..if i write something different,
that would be about "nothing"..

Seshari says:

“Every day is just the same as it seems. But I know it makes a difference deep within.”

As someone living on earth, I feel bored with my life. Each day, I wake up as early as 5am to prepare for school. Then, I scold my brother for being so slow and we exchange loud remarks just to satisfy our egos. I always try to say goodbye to my parents but my dad is still sleeping when we leave and mom goes back to sleep after grooming us up. When we ride the tricycle to go to school, I attempt to reconcile with my brother or say sorry for my impatience, but nothing happens. I end up spending the ten minutes wondering what life has in store for me. Realizing that life is just the same, I shake my head and smile to myself.

As soon as I get off the tricycle, I walk fast-paced though I know I’m still early. When I enter our classroom, I find only two or three of my classmates there and we spend the rest of the fifteen minutes chatting with each other. Eight hours at school passes by so quickly. I sit on my chair listening to every teacher, sometimes trying hard to keep myself awake. After class hours, I go home tired and stressed. I try to greet my parents, but when I see their crossed eyebrows for some reasons, I go straight to my room and stay there until dinner. Before I go to sleep, I realize that nothing new happens to me.

I feel like I’m an empty person, moving like a robot, finishing task after task, going from home to school and back home. I fail to connect with the people around me. I live my life by routine. Life for me is just like a video that keeps playing and rewinding and playing again.

I know I can’t be like this forever. There is more to life than sunrise and sunset. I should make the most out of each day. When I’ve planned what to do the next day, I sleep. But as I wake up, everything’s just the same again.

Many of the students also feel this way. It’s like everyday is a copy of yesterday. And worse, it’s all black and white. But, have you ever thought of the simple achievements that make life extraordinary? The short moments that make you laugh until you cry? And the remarkable things that are worth reminiscing? Then life’s not boring at all!

Remember, you manage your own life. Everything is up to you. You are given different choices and all you have to do is decide and choose. Every day, the sun rises to give you the opportunity to live life well. It also rises to let you be the person you want to be. Then one day, it won’t rise anymore. When that day comes, will you be glad with what your life has become? Or will you ask for another chance to live?

As we are on our way to school, my brother taps me on the back. I look at him questioningly. Then, he says sorry for his misbehavior at home. I take a deep breath and smile at him. I know every day is exceptional, not just usual…

do you believe that an ordinary pillow lying on your bed has extraordinary powers?.. well, i do!! i've just proven it.. wanna read my story? (like you care about my story anyway.) but maybe, you'll have plenty of time in reading this..

one night, i had a really big problem.. and i didn't know how to solve it. maybe i thought of solutions but my mind was just wandering around.. it couldn't work properly so i just wanted to give up. i wanted to sleep but i couldn't.. i was frightened and i thought i got an insomnia.. haha! lol.. i had a headache, and a toothache, my eyes were burning, and then my whole body ached!! "i couldn't believe this was happening," i said. then, i saw that my pillows are gone! my soft and lovely pillows... where did they go? i went to my mother's room.. not in there. and i when i went to my father's room, my pillows were there! oh, and i felt the "yes-finally-i-found-what-i've-been-looking-for" feeling. it's like i found a long-lost friend, or a sister gone for a long time. maybe after that, i realized that i really need a pillow to live. haha! as i lied on my bed, i felt peace.. i started thanking my pillows 'cause i know they were comforting me. the feeling was just so soothing, relaxing, and taking the stress out of me. (never tell me that i'm overacting, ok?) then i fell into a good sleep. when i woke up the other morning, the pains were gone. i thought of my really big problem and found a solution right ahead.. i realized that it was not a really big problem after all!

not only that.. my pillows help me in many ways! they become my companions in times of trouble. i can bury my face on them when i cry. i can hug them when i'm scared and when i feel all alone. i can say my problems and secrets to them and make sure that they won't tell my secrets to anybody. i play with them. they put me to sleep. and when a long day is over, i just want to be with them. it's how they work! magical and fantastic..

i just want you to know the significance of pillows in your life. maybe, you just ignore them after you wake up. you just leave them there, never thanking them for a wonderful goodnight sleep! but then, they're just there, waiting for you, never getting tired to serve you, willing to listen..