Don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm lazy to blog. I just have nothing to blog about. Everyday is the same old routine. Like what my self proclaimed bro always tells me "Same shit, different day".


Ever since I was young, I was able to 'see' things that not many people could. Like seeing my dad at home and not knowing he was actually away to another country, or.... that female figure that everyone always talks about but never have actually seen one. I've had endless encounters but I really really thank god that I've never seen one face-to-face before. Though I'll be scared to my wits if I saw one, but seeing one right in my face would make me pee and even shit in my pants. The only person I could really talk to about this without scaring the person is my dad. He even told me that when he checks on me sleeping at night, there would be 'someone' by my side; looking at me. But it's not there to harm (so no worries there). Till I was 16, I just kept this between me, my dad, my sis and a few of those close to me (so they won't freak out when they see me suddenly shaking or staring at something) and then I told my dad that I didn't want this third eye as it's too much for me and I'm not that strong enough to handle it.

So my third eye got bound (whether you believe it or not). I thought I could live like any normal person but unfortunately no. Though I couldn't 'see' things anymore, I could sense them. Sometimes for no apparent reason, the hairs on my hands and neck would stand and I would start to feel super duper uncomfortable. Sometimes I feel like I'm just being paranoid or acting like a chicken. But I can't help it.

I'm the type who likes to come home really late at night, simply because I like to. So ever since I stopped working, I'll come home super late like 3 or 4 in the morning whenever I go out. That's when I started seeing things again. So I turned to my dad again one day.

me: Pa, remember when you told me you've already bound my third eye?
dad: ya. why?
me: oh ok. so it means when I see things now it's just my imagination right?
dad: no. if 'they' want you to see 'them', then you will. where did u see it?
me: uh... errmmm... in the lift. when I came home late the other day. But it won't harm me right?
dad: no. 'they' just wanna scare you. so don't be scared. and take care of yourself.
me: huh... oh ok....

So I guess, no matter how much of a scare-dy cat I am, this is something I can't run away from. If you don't believe me, then don't. If you do, I'm sorry if I scared you. But it's just something I wanna get off my chest. It'll make me stronger, I hope...