Every word you chose to say Axes my heart in two Every line that caused you pain grieves me even if untrue. Doesn’t matter how long it’s been, or if dusk has shifted to dawn. I sense you deep down my skin even if all your angst has gone. Ten or more years have passed, yet your misery lingers on me. When I thought your world has crushed, I realized it’s treating you fairly. My tears unite with...
She wasn’t serious when she said she loves him. It all started when she tried using him to dig information about his friend she thought she likes. Actually, they were not even friends, they just know each other. They see each other sometimes, but when they talk (which happens rarely), it will always be about his friend. None about her, or him. Maybe they just really didn’t like each other. They...
Maybe that’s why I love you
Disclaimer: I am not in love with a serial killer. I had always loved watching and reading anything about serial killers and their crimes. They may seem so evil, but evil is what they do, not what they are. I guess, only to me, those are different. Why do people kill themselves? A hard one. It is easier to understand the evolution of man, than to understand suicide. This is what fascinates me. How...
I dig my own grave
Let me hide her identity and just call her Susannah. Why? I don’t know. Besides being the main character in a book I just finished reading, it is also the first name that came to my mind. No. It was the third, but the first two didn’t sound right. ____ So there she was, walking in the corridors looking so smart — as always. She is really smart, I confess. Her level of intellect is that...
Who told you that I love you?
Who told you, I love you, coz I’ll never really do? You don’t even matter to me your existence, I never see. Who told you, I like you, when I disgust everything you do? Whenever I spot your shadow, I urge to strike you with a longbow. Who told you, I care for you? I worry not if you bid adieu. You can go on with your life, and find yourself a wife. So who told you, I love you? I’ll...
Neither you nor the last one
I really don’t know what to write about. ________ You’ve been haunting me for days since the night you appeared in my dream. It was supposed to be really nothing, but the dream was so real. I saw you in your complete form, I heard your voice too clearly, and I absolutely, entirely felt your presence. It was really you. It was very you, and it is sick. I gradually woke up, little by...
Our alternate ending
There is a story I am in, wonders I’ve never seen Happiness on my fingertips; nothing is worth for keeps Insurgence I wanted, romance I distorted Desired to chase down grief; a body off the cliff The world plays with me; this time I can see Now my life has an alternate ending; it is with you that’s worth spending There is a story you are in, wonders you’ve always seen Sadness...
The Lost One
I almost had you. For a moment, I thought you’ll be mine. I was happy with you and I know you felt the same way. We had a special connection, but that connection was lost. I was almost there. We were almost there. But I got lost. I wanted to know if I am the only one. Weren’t you lost in the same ground where I was? Then I thought that maybe we could get lost together so we can find...
Deaths on earth
Have you ever seen the stars so bright, And wonder why her eyes match right? Have you ever touched her hair so soft, And wish you could lay her down at the loft? Have you ever effortlessly smelled the breeze, And remember how she used to freeze? Have you ever heeded as she speak the word, And regret why they were left unheard? Have you ever felt the dusk on your skin, And question why you can...
Minsan, gusto ko maging alien
May mga araw na sobrang busy ko sa pagiisip na ayaw ko nang magisip. Kakaisip ko na ayoko, napapaisip ako lalo. Hindi ko mapigilan, kahit gusto ko nang mawala yung naiisip ko na yun. Wala ako maintindihan. Nakakaloka dahil isip ako ng isip kahit na ni minsan, hindi naman talaga to dumating sa buhay ko. Parang tanga lang, nagiisip at umaasa ng darating, babalik, kahit wala naman dapat balikan...
Salaming walang reflection
Inabot sa akin ang salamin at tinanong ako kung ano ang nakita ko. Nahirapan ako sagutin, dahil wala akong makita. May imahe pero walang malinaw na porma. Sino nga ba ang dapat kong makita sa harap ng salamin? Sa ganitong panahon na hindi ko alam kung ano ang meron bukas, di ko maiwasang itanong sa sarili ko kung ano nga ba ang plano ko. Teka. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko naman tatanungin ang sarili ko...
The perfect last second
I was happy, I can hear them laughing…I opened my eyes and everything changed. I am alone in this 28th-floor penthouse. I can hear the rain….and outside that closed window, there is my life. I opened the window, felt the wind with my wet hair covering my face. The water poured so lovely catching my lips. The weather was perfect. It was as gloomy as my thoughts. It was singing, so I was. It was...
One Message of Everyday
Today, I ask you how you are doing. Tomorrow you’ll ask about me. I’ll write to you, and you’ll write to me the next day. This is how we talk. A message for you, a message for me each day. I wonder how long this will take. I met you four years ago; we talked a lot, more than 12 hours a day. We were friends. I loved it when I talk to you, and I guess you loved it too. I fell...
Make You Notice
The moment you hurt me, that’s when I feel like writing. I remember you, and all the words just flow like water. I have written our story in chapters, and I suddenly stopped at fourth for I do not know what’s next for us. They say there is no such thing as a happy ending, but my heart says we still could be something. I do not care about what the ending would be; I just want my now...
On this Bench, I wait
As I sit on this bench, I think of you wishing I would finally meet you. It has been years when I started to dream of meeting you. I thought it would be soon, but for years I couldn’t dare to count, I still haven’t. I guess someone like you is really that hard to find. One day I thought I finally met you, we spoke the same words, but we felt a different set of emotions. Then, I knew I was...
The wind blows on my skin I am sitting here thinking My hair loses in the air as the sun hides away from me I can see you from afar Gradually I close my eyes until I can open them no more Our skins touched I am with you There I was finally beside you as the sun goes down completely.
In the Water, I Can Breathe.
I woke up from my sleep as I choke under the sheets. I stood up, opened the window and felt no wind on my skin. I went out to the woods and stared at the dark bluish sky. Nothing I can see but the form of a doubting troubled eye. I sighed. I gasped. I tried to catch my breath. But every air is gone, as if there is really none. I’m strangled. I throttled. I trembled down my spine I run and...
What a Wonder You Are
Once there was a child looking through the windows of a store. Inside was a doll she longed for. Every afternoon, she would walk home from school and pass by that store. She would stare at that doll for a moment, and it would make her feel happy. One day, excited as she can be, she looked through that same window expecting to see the doll. But it was not there. She knew it was sold already and...
I see clearly with eyes closed
I close my eyes, and let my fingers move. I am not sure if what I am writing is aligned. Maybe words overlap, I don’t know. My eyes are close so I can see you clear. With music of happiness to my ears, I try to find you. My heart pounds as I feel you. Tears are starting to build up for I am happy, I am thankful. One moment of everyday, I will close my eyes, find you, and write with candour. Let my...
The pain of reading a good book
You stare at the cover of the book, trying to imagine the atmosphere. It took a while before you finally flipped the cover to the first page of the first chapter. And by the time you reached chapter two, you are already hooked. You can’t close your eyes even if you are too dang tired. You prefer being a zombie in the morning, just so you could be the characters’ imaginary friend at...
One year, two hearts, three letters, and a...
I don’t understand goodbyes, but I am writing about that matter. Maybe because I want to understand what it is, and why it ever existed. But still, I couldn’t. First Letter Second Letter Third Letter A Goodbye
What's your dream worth?
Do you really have a dream? I once believe that everyone has dreams, that everyone aims something, wants something to achieve. But thinking about it, I guess I was wrong. Personally, I dream about a lot of things. I dream of being everyone else in the world because I dream of having to experience the experiences of others, so I can write about them first-hand. I know I can’t be everyone,...
I'm Not There Yet
You know how good it is to pray for someone? How good it is on your part… How overwhelming? Back in Highschool, I used to be someone who does not care at all. If there is God, if there isn’t, what’s the point? I am going to die anyway and whatever happens after death is something I am not bound to know. Yes, I was agnostic. And I remember already writing about it before. However, sometimes...
Think. Dream. Dement.
By the corner, she sat down, looked from afar, and stared at nowhere. She was looking at something static, but instead she was seeing thousands of moving objects, coming near, coming clean, going close, and going gone. On her mind are millions of memories; memories that never really happened. This is how her brain works. She overthinks, but it aint enough. Nothing seems to stop her, nothing seems...
It's Been a While
It was midnight then, when I left you. You were alone; I was scared that something might happen to you. But I left you anyway. That night until the next days, I was thinking of you, wondering if you are fine. I hope, but I also know that you are. It’s been a while. I’m thinking of you, but I know you are not.
The One That Disappears
Ever wonder why people disappear? You probably have quite a number of used-to-be friends who disappeared for reasons you were never told. You wonder what you did wrong; it makes you question what had happened. But for some reasons of having no known reasons at all, it will just happen. Unlike the One that Got Away and the One that’s Getting Back, the One that Disappears isn’t the one you...
One Day I'll Know
Who are you? I don’t even know you. But I miss you so bad. You are so far away, but one day, I’ll find you. I will wait until I am standing there facing you, and seeing you having no idea at all of who I am. I always think of you. Imagining what you’re doing, or how you look at the very second. I close my eyes to see you, I close them more and wish that one day you’ll be here...
The One that's Getting Back
They say you don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it. Most of the time, people take advantage of what’s present not realizing that not everything is forever. Sometimes we lost people…love ones, and then we will realize their worth in our lives. We will realize how wrong we were, how stupid we were to let them go. We would tell ourselves that once he or she is back, we won’t...
The Reality of Dreams
Falling before I knew that it has always been you. Take all I am, and I’ll lay down beside you. I walk from the earth to heaven Following the route that leads to you But when i have reached, I am forgotten I tried to deny, but it is true. You tell me all the simple things, that I dont wanna hear. You tell me all your sweetest flings, that cause a drop of tear. You hurt me in every way, But...
Along Came Leon
I met a friend named Leonard. He likes to have fun. He wants danger and risks. His life is like a rollercoaster, and not just an ordinary one. His rollercoaster is huge with the most number of loops. As a person, he is very interesting. His huge ego, bossy kind of living makes him dominant among others. He hates dramas, and negativity turns him off. Leonard gets what he wants, the way he wants...
Bakit ikaw pa???
Okay, sa lahat naman ng pwedeng mabunggo bakit yung mataba pa? And no, hindi ako nagrereklamo dahil tumalsik ako pagkabunggo nya sakin…. kundi dahil yung matabang nakabungguan ko, e basang basa pa ng pawis….. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang init na nararamdaman nya, at ang tagaktak ng pawis nya e napahid sa braso ko. Buong araw kong iniwasan na pagpawisan.. Nagtaxi ako dahil coding ngayon....
For a moment, just vanish
Sometimes I wonder why I’m at where am at now. Sometimes I question how I am doing what I wish I am doing. Most of the times, if not always, the wonders and questions I have remain as wonders and questions, yet still I do. I just need one day. One day to finally decide to start, to find the courage to go away. Be far away to feed my brain and emotions, to satisfy my weird cravings of being...
Para sa mga namimili sa mall....
Kapag gusto mo mag-shopping, ihanda mo na ang sarili mo sa mga nakakairitang mga tao dahil hindi lahat pumupunta sa shopping mall para magshopping, kumain, or manood ng sine.. Ihanda mo na lang ang siko mo, payong mo or bag, at mag-ready na mamunggo. Kung mahilig ka mag-mall, pwede ba paki-consider naman ang mga bagay na to: Kung gusto mo lang mamasyal kasama mga kaibigan mo, pumunta ka sa park....
Paano Sumigaw ng Pabulong
Limang taon nang nakalilipas nang una kong tinanong kung paano sumigaw ng pabulong… Hindi ito tanong ng pang tanga, hindi joke para maghintay ng malupit na punchline, at hindi rin ito kapareho ng tanong kung paano bumulong ng pasigaw. Mga ilang linggo nang nakararaan ng nagpabalot ako ng regalo sa mall, nakikinig sa usapan ng mga empleyado. Tinanong ng babae sa katrabaho ang eksaktong tanong ko...
My Little Left Pinky Finger
There is something wrong with my little left pinky finger… It aches whenever I press something with it even with the tiniest effort. I don’t know why it seems bruised, but pressing ‘shift’ or ‘ctrl’ is the only thing I use it for. Really? Then, it made me think…. What’s the use of my pinky aside from that? hmmm
Dapat ba Tagalog?
Nakakita ako ng isang website na pang Pinoy, kung saan makikita ang mga naguumpisang manunulat… Sinubukan kong sumali at magpasa ng artikulong Pilipino pero habang pumipili ako ng dapat ipasa, napansin ko na ang mga naisulat ko na ay nasa salitang banyaga. Lilima lamang sa syamnaput-dalawa ang naisulat ko na nasa sariling wika. Oo, karamihan sa mga sinusulat ko ay tungkol sa buhay, pagibig,...
Please be Good to Me
In response to Itchastar’s post: People! I’m damn tired of you all saying “insert month name, please be good to me.” That would have to be up to you, not the month, ayt??? ……. FULL TEXT I have to agree with Nic, not because she’s a friend I miss badly, but because she is definitely right, beyond any reasonable doubt. Months know nothing, they can’t buy you...
A short clip of my Love Story – Faithfulness
Ever wonder when and where in the world will you find the man who will be completely faithful to you till the end? You may be wanting that kind of man for years, but on second thought, are you even as faithful as you want the man to be? Lies, discontentment, disobedience, temptation, <insert word here>… Any of these things makes one unfaithful. What would you do? Push him to turn away from...
A short clip of my Love Story – Trust
Trust plays a big role in every relationship. One without it will surely break apart. Many relationships fail because of insecurities. It is failing to trust one another. You hate it when you are not trusted even if you are doubtful if you can really be trusted. You hate doubting him and you hate being doubted. You doubt, he doubts. It is because you fail to trust. He fails to trust you. But this...
You Make me Want to Write
Who are you? I don’t know you, but I feel you. You make me want to think, you make me want to write. You make me want to listen to music, to close my eyes, and drown myself in clattered thoughts. I don’t know you, tell me who you are. What you are. Coz I don’t know you, but I keep thinking coz of you. You give me words I don’t speak, show me images I’ve never seen. Who are you, or what are...
Silid na malamig
inigyan ako ng mga larawan na kinunan sa Banaue. Di ko sinasadyang titigan ang mga ‘to, pero hindi kayang pigilan ng mga mata ko. Ang sarap nila tingnan… Berdeng taniman, asul na kalangitan. Tila ba aking naramdaman ang hangin at naamoy ang simoy nito. Ang sarap. Pero sa bawat kisap ng mata ko, nawawala yung pakiramdam na yun—bumabalik ako sa aking silya, kaharap ang computer sa loob ng...
The Treasures of Gabaldon
Nueva Ecija is known for being the rice capital of the Philippines . If you go there, expect to stroll around numerous green fields while being burned by the sun. From Manila , we travelled north by bus to Cabanatuan for 4 hours. There are resorts and inns in the area where you can stay for the night. Food is very easy; there are many food chains and restaurants there. We stayed in Cabanatuan ...
5 Ways to Avoid Getting Late
These are some of the things I do: When you wake up early, do not open your computer. It is the best means of distraction. While you take your shower, do not listen to music. If you listen to slow-paced music, you move slowly. If you listen to fast-paced music, you might end up dancing, forgetting the time. Put down your phone, turn it off or put it on silent mode. Do you hate it when you want...
On Tourism's move on Philippine Nuclear Power...
So it’s not a secret anymore that the Philippine tourism is making its move in promoting our Nuclear Plant as a tourist attraction. Yes, you got that right. And yes, it’s not a joke. The “Powerplant” is being developed, so as to be opened to the public for a purpose that has nothing to do with generating power. The Bataan Nuclear Power Plant, a white elephant so they say,...
How to eat something you don't like?
Most people eat the same kind of food every meal. Some choose their favourites all the time, not realizing that they are missing the wonderful variety there is. Personally, I like to try new food often. And in trying, I may be put in a reluctant situation of having to taste something that’s really strange. How do you eat something you hate? Some say you have to try it a couple of times...
Kadaclan, Burlig Mountain Province: the place I won’t go back unless by air With seven friends and an adviser, we headed north of Luzon for research and travelled by bus for 12 hours, van for 4 hours and a jeepney-like truck for 7 hours in a rough road with lots of non-people passengers. By that, I mean chicken, sacks of rice, potatoes, green vegetables, and stuff you wouldn’t imagine...
10 Random Things from My Childhood
During my 2nd grade, a close friend of mine who acts like my pet accidentally tipped a drop of her ice cream on my shoe. I told her to lick it with her tongue and when she refused, I poured my almost full milkshake to her chest and her white uniform turned pink with brown spots. I squeezed chili peppers in my classmates’ eyes during my 3rd grade and laughed at it. Having forgotten the fact...