Mindviewers Stories

It's always funny how it becomes so hard to keep saving when you actually have access to that money at any point in time. Well, I decided to accumulate a little bit of cash here on MindViewers. It’s been quite a challenging task to reserve the money and watch it grow daily, from nothing to a little something.

We all know how the economy has been. Even with #100,000 now, the probability of celebrating a stable Christmas still feels a bit shaky. So, I’m actually planning for my Christmas to focus on being happy and making my siblings and those who look up to me happy as well on that day, rather than overspending or stressing over material things.

It's very hard to save. Each day, I look at the money and think about taking out #10,000 or even #5000, But consistently, God has been helping me.

I had the biggest fight in my 7th journey about 3 days ago, or maybe it was 2 days ago; I can't remember exactly which day it was. On that day, I had some bills that I needed to settle, and I looked at this money. It took me several hours contemplating whether to make a withdrawal for the next day or just pretend like the money wasn't there. I'm very glad that, after everything, I actually chose to pretend like the money wasn't there, and it worked for me. I was able to fix the bill and continue with my life. I pray that God continues to give me this grace so that Christmas will be as joyous as anticipated— not too much, but just beautiful and something worthy to remember.

I was tasked by our lab coordinator to arrange the submission of our lab manuals this morning. We had a class of about 150 students, and I knew it was going to be a bit stressful. However, I never anticipated just how compounded the situation would become. That day, I truly realized how much class representatives and course representatives sacrifice in terms of their time and effort. They go above and beyond to address everyone’s concerns and do their best to satisfy the needs of their peers. It’s not easy to be a good course representative; it takes a lot of dedication.

On this particular morning, it was just me responsible for organizing the submission of the lab manuals. It wasn't as if I was taking on the role of class representative for the entire day, I simply needed to oversee the submission process.

First, I had set the submission time, which was supposed to start from 9 AM in the morning and end by 12 PM. I actually thought I was going to be very strict about the time, but when I reached school, people started tripping, and well, people called me on the phone. My phone was actually trembling with calls and messages. As time passed, 12 PM came and went, and I kind of extended the time to 1:30 PM, which also passed. After all the chaos and drama, I finally left the deadline at 3 PM, cancelling all my plans for the day. It actually took my whole day to get out of this mess.

When people usually spoke of roommate issues and similar topics, I would often exclude myself from the conversation. However, I must say that I now have personal experience with these roommate challenges. I once had a roommate with whom I shared a lot. I literally took care of him by providing most of the food. Every meal I cooked or bought, we would typically eat together.

He was usually very conservative with his own food, but I wasn't like that. I lived a very simple and transparent life. Eventually, it reached a point when my food supplies ran low, and I needed to rely on what little we had left until I could get more groceries from my parents. However, he reacted strangely; he seemed upset and even angry about the situation.

headed home, hoping to replenish my supplies. When I returned, I discovered he’d already eaten most of his own food, leaving only a few raw items behind. This time, I wasn’t as willing to share my food like I used to; I needed to look out for myself too. My change in attitude seemed to drive him even more over the edge.

He accused me of being a bad person, and shortly after, he decided to move out. I was conflicted. While part of me felt relieved, another part of me felt uneasy about how things had escalated. As the weeks passed, I noticed changes in him at school. He looked very stressed and was slimming down each day; the weight loss was evident, and he appeared pitiful to the eyes.

As weeks passed, he tried to rekindle our friendship. Yesterday, he even texted me, pleading to come back to our previous arrangemen, but I just couldn't overlook the betrayal. Trust, once broken, is hard to mend.