I am known for being a talkative arse since high school. I hate 'dead air' the most, I hate going out without someone to talk to. I hate those awkward stares from the people I passed by when I'm alone (maybe they also hate me for my cold stares). Sometimes being alone doesn't really mean I… Continue reading Without Reservations
Shoutout nga pala sa acads, ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit hindi ko naiisip ang kalagayan ng puso ko ngayon. Libang na libang ako sa'yo, at the same time, limang na limang din. Hoo! Yon bes, life nga naman, hindi pwedeng walang struggle. What to do? I badly want to write out of something, but I really can't… Continue reading WTD?
via Send My Love To Your New Lover - Adele (Cover) by tishgatan The first time I watched the MV bes, I had a lopsided grin, heartfelt bes! Just by looking at Adele, I want to cry, kasi finally, nakamove-on na rin kami, heto na nga at pati pagmamahal namin, pinapadala na. (LBC bes, cornyyy… Continue reading Send My Love To Your New Lover
I've been inactive in writing again. I was distracted, unaware of my fall. As a college student, I've been struggling with time management. Yes, I want to express my inner thoughts every now and then in this blog. I want to escape from reality once in a while. I want my insights to bring me… Continue reading Back to Zero
I'm already seventeen, but I do not understand the idea of emptying my eyebrows and then filling them up again. I'm already seventeen, but I don't know why being bare faced with lots of acne, and chapped lips are being a big deal in society today. I'm already seventeen, but my hair is still kinked.… Continue reading I’m Already Seventeen But…
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Home is hope. I really want to go home. For a student living away from home, I can see hope. June is approaching. Time for vacation. Time for refreshment. Time for reflection. Time for rejuvenation. Truth be told, when I get back to the Philippines I don't want to leave again. It may seem riotous… Continue reading HOME
I thanked him for hurting me. I thanked him for making me attached. I thanked him for making me fall, especially into that pit. That pit full of promises and sincerity, - love in the making. Though he hurt me while I was hurting, I still thanked him. I don't know why am I being… Continue reading Thankfully Scarred
For us, writers, this is such a profound question of our existence. Writing for me, has always been a constant source of inspiration and sheer joy. The intensity and magnitude of exhilaration that writing gives can’t possibly be gauged. I, for one, cannot even find words to construct a coherent answer to define this feeling, this beautiful feeling that I experience when I write. Writers feel this way. But why do they?
Maybe it’s this uncanny ability of penning down something heartfelt that transmogrifies our complete state of being when the weight of our emotions gently get absorbed in long parchments and old diaries. Maybe it’s the written monologue that elevates our souls to a level of blissful equilibrium. Maybe it’s the effortless exercise of mind-cleansing that writing brings with itself. Maybe it’s the fact that writing is a medium of communion between the deepest corners of our minds and the strangest…
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Cát Bà Island - Viet Nam Travel V 2016 Credits to @paulinehiew for the video! It was 3 am when we left our dormitory which is located at Thai Nguyen City. It was an eight hour travel to Haiphong City where Cat Ba is located. The trip was not just for a pleasure, it was for… Continue reading When in Cát Bà