Death is the only thing that can separate a mother to her young - that's what I used to believe. Having to experience the irrevocable nature of life and death, life handed me over to maturity at a very young age by losing my Mama. But what is worse than having a living mother who… Continue reading The Beauty of Innocence
"Baka sensitive lang s'ya" (Maybe she's just sensitive) Wait. WHAT? My thoughts automatically shut as I stared with wide eyes at a colleague who was explaining to me something she retrieved from a meeting. After the words sunk like hard metal on my throat, the rest of the conversation easily dissolved into blur. BAKA. SENSITIVE.… Continue reading YOU. SUCK.
Sitting alone in a café, calmly drinking my Java Chip that is plotted to be consumed within the next two hours while I gradually encode those that are still for my reports. Never have I imagined myself doing these clichéd things you see in movies and in the malls. I stopped what I was doing… Continue reading Adult-ing (-ish)
New endeavors, same old self. As I breathe in and out the regret going through life outside this blog, (and more importantly, outside a journal) I slowly realized that maybe it's time to start writing again. Same old self with a whole lot of new pursuits is what lied before me. There were some challenges that I have gone… Continue reading Life outside the blog: The Return
“I first began writing, because I wanted to record a way of life which I loved and which seemed in danger of dying away” - Sylvia Watanabe As I was rereading the first few life reflection posts on my Burn Book, I felt that inner rush to post this quote - that for me is… Continue reading What Writing Is To Me
So tightly did she hold my hand And so quickly she had shed a tear Never have I felt entirely safe Even though I was completely ill To that one chance that God gave me I know not all could get this free I can finally brag that glimpse of reality That through my… Continue reading Worlds apart
I’ve been meaning to write and conjure up thoughts about this but I’ve been losing words that could let all the readers know what a Weather-Friend is. So, as a certainty to my doubts, I collected glimpses of information from my friends as to what a “Weather-Friend” means to them: “Yung hindi mapakali sa friends.… Continue reading The Weather-friend