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Monday, October 6, 2014

INSIGNIFICANT

You are a part of this generation. 
Now is the time for you to experience everything you could ever experience.
The time is now.
You wake up with endless possibilites ahead of you. 
Now is the time for everything to be significant. 

You are a part of this generation.
And this generation is going to age. 
Then will be the time when you will realize what you've had and what you have left.
Then you'll wake up, but in the eyes of the people standing where you're standing now, all you will be is a person who has aged.
What has been significant for you won't be significant to them. 

You're just a part of this generation.
A lot of generations have passed, and a lot more are to come.
That will be the time when there will be no more time.
Because one day, you're gonna wake up dead.
Wait a little more, and you will lose your signifance.




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Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Liebster Award


First of all, I wanna thank Ima Writer (@confessionsbyateen) for the nomination!

So, I never really knew much about these awards on blogspot, but I came across a few of them before. I never really expected to be a part of the whole recognition thing since I thought there was only a certain group of bloggers who were being awarded. Compared to most online blogs, mine is not really often visited (because that's not the purpose), so a nomination for anything like this was not likely to be received.

Based on my research (since I have no idea on what this is lol), the Liebster Award aims to recognize people whose blogs have interesting and/or sensible content, but are not given much attention. It is given to bloggers by bloggers as well, and for each nominee are several more nominations. Meaning, the nominations are paid forward.

The rules:
  • Create a post about your nomination then thank and link the person who nominated you.
  • Answer the 11 questions given to you.
  • Nominate 3-5 more people with less than 200 followers to win the award, but do not nominate the person who nominated you (I used the old rules as reference for this, since finding 11 new bloggers- especially for those who don't follow a lot is quite stressful) and inform them about your nomination.
  • Give 11 questions for your chosen bloggers to answer.
To answer Ima Writer's questions:
1. What is your favorite hobby?
Can thinking be considered as a hobby? That's probably it, aside from staring blankly at something. Or writing. I actually don't know, if I'd have to be honest with you. My hobbies keep on changing, but for now, just thinking.

2. Name 3 adjectives that describe you perfectly.
Noncompetitive, neutral (on taking sides), rational.

3. Where do you see yourself in 5 years from now?
I never liked answering this question. I don't mind the future much, so I just hope by then I'm still alive and in good condition. I can't really see myself in the future, only what state I hope to be in. And for as long as I'm living in comfort, not drowning in pressure and not feeling lonely, I'm good.

4. What's one of the scariest things you have ever experienced?
My brain needs repairing at the moment. I can't remember anything too scary, so I'll stick to something I remember from way back when I was a kid. My friends used to make fun of our foreigner neighbor. We usually see him with his twins going for a jog and he always held some sort of stick. Anyway, so this man is pretty strict when it comes to security, and my friends thought it would be funny to ring their doorbell only for him to find out that there's no one there. So they did. They rang the doorbell and quickly ran to the free lot near the house where they wouldn't be seen. At first, the man just went back inside. But when they rang and ran again and he came out, he was holding a baseball bat. We were all so nervous because he stepped outside and he was looking left and right, then he started heading to where we were. It's not really scary, but I remember how much adrenaline my body produced at that time, just waiting to be caught. I ran back to our house before he reached where we were, and left my friends outside because that's what good friends do.

5. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?
I'm not a traveler. I'd want to travel but I don't have specific plans, so I guess.. Agloe?

6. If you could have any power that you wanted, what would it be?
The ability to propagate world peace. Or instantly make food pop right in front of me. Loljk (not really) I wanna read minds because who doesn't.

7. What's your favorite movie?
I CANNOT ANSWER QUESTIONS ASKING FOR FAVORI-- probably A Beautiful Mind.

8. Do you like doing sports, or art?
I like both. Sports seems more exciting but I might be better when it comes to arts (not drawing or painting or stuff like that, just writing)

9. Why did you create your blog?
I needed an outlet for my thoughts. My blog has been around for quite some time but I've always been undecided on whether or not I want the people I know personally to read whatever I post. I just had a thing for blogs when I made it, and when I did, I never found a reason to stop posting. It was (still is) for self-entertainment, not to impress other people. Right now, maybe to let the readers think about what I think. It's kind of a path to understanding a side of me. A side not easily known.

10. Are you more introverted or extroverted?
Both? I used to be more introverted, then high school came around and turned me into a cockroach (I'd say butterfly, but my sociability is limited. Just didn't seem like it because of the people who surrounded me at that time. At least I can still fly?)

11. If you could wish for anything, what would it be?
11:11 world peace and prosperity. Kidding. For things to be easy? My answer would depend on what kind of wish you're asking for. Most wishes negate naturality.

My nominations: 
YOU SHOULD CHECK THEM OUT!


Patrice: http://thisiswheremyurlgoes.blogspot.com/
Laiza: http://scribblesandscars.blogspot.com/
Kathie: http://climbingthroughtomorrow.blogspot.in/
Andrea: http://sempiternal-reader.blogspot.com/

Questions for nominees:
1. Which genre of music do you enjoy most?
2. If a person owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth?
3. What's the reason behind your domain name?
4. At a movie theater, which armrest is yours?
5. What 2 topics do you like discussing with people?
6. What 2 topics do you hate discussing with people?
7. If money doesn't grow on trees, then why do banks have branches?
8. Do you find happiness in solitude?
9. What is one truth about you that you find hard to admit?
10. If you lick the air, does it get wet?
11. Can you keep secrets?


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Friday, July 18, 2014

Nothing

If I ever expected my college life to be like something, it wasn't this. 
Life right now? So bland. Not even plain. A level lower than that. 
A lot of things are happening, yet there's not really a thing. 
Nothing to look forward to. No one to look forward to seeing. No one to constantly talk to.
There's nothing exciting although everything's new.

I can't absorb anything. There's nothing to absorb. 
There's progress within the day, but it doesn't lead onto the next day. 
What happens today stays on this day, yet the same things will happen tomorrow. 
But as tomorrow arrives, I can't recognize what has already happened.
No sense of familiarity. 
I've gotten used to not getting used to anything.
Every morning is a clean slate. It starts. It ends. It does not develop.

I have no distractions, yet distractions are all I have. 
I have nothing to distract me from all these distractions. 
Too many side dishes, no main course. 
A story that started and ended with no climax.
Every day is so darn ordinary. Today included. 
I can remember, but nothing's memorable. 
It's as if this phase is a bonus round I don't have to pay attention to.

I talk, I laugh. A lot. Everyday. Most days are okay. Good, even.
But I've stopped appreciating this kind of  day.

I often hear the words "No f*cks given" 
But this is the only time I can actually say them everyday and mean them.

I don't even feel alone. I feel like nothing, and I don't mean that in a dramatic way. I really do feel like nothing. I feel nothing. Everything is nothing. Like I'm this leaf that fell from a tree, blown by the wind into the flowing water. That's how my days are like. I move without trying to move. I move with no purpose.

There isn't anything which means something. 
And having a life with no meaning does not feel like living. 


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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

It's All In The Mind

When I seem like I don't care, people complain.
When I try to show I do, they either brush me off or act like it's not enough.

I can't read minds. 
I can feel, but that's not enough for me to know what you want.
Not enough for me to know how you want me to do it.

I literally don't know what I've done, or if there's even anything.
But here I am trying to fix something that might not even exist.

Here I am with my own set of problems.
Yet here I am, solving you.

I'm not complaining,
I'm not getting tired.

I'm simply wondering,
What's going on in your mind?
What thoughts do you choose to hide?
Is there a way to fix this, or is it a waste of time?

You will never feel anything if you refuse to feel.
You will never have anything if you don't try to recognize its existence.

You will always be alone if you tend to think there's no one beside you.
Nobody will try if you think they're not trying.
Like how you'll keep starving if you refuse to swallow.
Nobody can try hard enough to be around.

You know why?

Because they already are. 
But your mind thinks otherwise,
And nobody can fight what you want to register in your mind.

Maybe the problem is not the people around you.
Maybe it's yourself.

Maybe if you change the way you think,
Then everything will change.



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Friday, February 28, 2014

Theory of the Multiverse

I recently stumbled upon a text post I really liked on Tumblr a month ago, so I've decided to record what's written. I'm not sure why, and I'll probably delete this post in the future. For now, though, feel free to listen to it. Excuse my voice. I sound different at night. I'd also suggest that you use your headphones while listening. It'll sound better that way.


http://picosong.com/Ypvn/


Adding this link for those who can't view the one up there. Again, headphones on.




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Frequently Asking Myself


How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped?


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