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10 Facts About Me

 Name: Sarah Elizabeth N. Allen            
 Birth place:  Iligan City
 Hair color: copper red
 Age: 24
 Eye Color: hazel brown
 Birthday: Jan 20
 Gender: F
 Lefty or Righty: Righty with an orientation of Left

When Life Makes A Doormat Out of You

Pain, the more people try to talk you out of it the more it hurts. If at one point it seems you have just gotten through the elements of despair there goes another tease and it pulls you back where you once started. The thing is you will never be free until you’ve let yourself go and stop being that ‘doormat’ people keep stepping on. Your voice becomes unheard. You simply say yes. You cry in your bed at night hoping you would just die because the people around you wants you to just $#%*^@! OBEY. ( excuse my language but cursing helps relieve the anger.)

There is a time to be nice;  yes. But there are certain things one has to act consciously not to seem as if you are totally agreeing with one person. It’s a totally different story when one goes crying and immediately saying yes in surrender than one who gets to explain and fight for their side.

True. A guardian’s  or a master’s care wants you to keep of the tracks of danger. They do not want you to get wet in the rain but regardless life never thrown us here to just follow what others have done. Life threw us here so that we might discover how unique we are from one another. Until we understand that we never are going to get out of our shell. Some of us die inside never getting the chance to come out. 

You have to eventually get out that protective raincoat if you want to enjoy the rain and get sick as you may be but what the hell! Thing is you got to experience rain. 

So, stop being a doormat. Stop being that ‘obedient’ little kid people think you are. You’re an adult now so live up to what you think is best for you and self-discovery. It’s a scary path but once you make that first step out you’ll find your other foot will follow, leading you to place where you are supposed to be. 

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of the Dead and Dreary

Curiously enough today was a bit weird. Thoughts and ideas naturally get inside my head but seldom do ideas of death and decay comes to mind while i'm sitting in a crowded room waiting for my transaction to be entertained.

It happened all so suddenly when some old lady went entered the door, took a claim slip and asked for a priority number. Since the small space was already crowded with people she tried to squeeze in beside us who were also waiting for our turn.  I was now sandwhiched between two older women the other a little grubby and that woman, casually dressed but was decent enough to sit with.

I tend to tilt my head and slouch my back whenever I wait. And by instinct usually I prefer leaning towards the better person beside me. and PaH!.. something was weird.. i smelled that awful scent of death in her.  T________________________T 
God of all heavens just make me disappear. 
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Once someone said, the feeling of pain is a form of blessing. 
With that you bleed. With that you could feel.  With that you know: You're Human.

image not mine....(though I wish I were given one.)
just a simple tribute to  my loss. -_- 


Question is.. which one to do first...?? -_____-

Mandala Relief

No matter what many sects think. I believe there is great wisdom in the art of making mandalas. It does not give you direct answers to questions you've been asking for so long but it tells you of one thing--- that there is the center. It is were the great eye dwells and somehow in that eye you will see yourself reflected in it.
As the eyes show the soul of a person, so does the center of the mandala show order in the midst of the ever-changing patterns of life. 

left: side-stripped poem
right: 3rd mandala art 101