where is that classmate? | :: thoughts ::

So today nobody attended the class except me. I was hoping for this classmate to suddenly barge in the class (because he’s always late) so I wouldn’t feel the discomfort. But it was past the waiting time and the dread started to set in. To others, this is an opportunity to interact with the teacher... Continue Reading →

1997 in his 50s. | :: thoughts ::

Last Thursday, I turned 20. I woke up with a renewed sense of energy as if I hadn’t felt it before. It scared me to think there was something wrong about the spontaneity of my genuine excitement for the day. I looked forward to treating myself with a gift, but I kept having the reaction... Continue Reading →

poetic writing, or so i thought. | :: thoughts ::

I write on impulse and publish it raw. The beauty of a craft lies in its sore form, but even I cannot last on making myself believe this is right. Wherever side I look, I always find that I need to polish it, edit it, and take care of it before I show it to... Continue Reading →

thirty minutes left. | :: thoughts ::

I was able to return to Italy, last May. To say that an addictive excitement rushed into my veins as the plane landed on its airport is an understatement. The lax space and the sunset’s ambiance walked with me to my destination. As I pulled my luggage from the conveyor, I grinned with relief. I... Continue Reading →

handwritten. | :: thoughts ::

The gym was an invasion of my privacy, from the narrow spaces of walkways due to the machines clogged everywhere to the eighteen persons exercising. My health was at risk and this became my quick solution, but I did not know how to handle it. I asked a “Lea” to help me with the equipment.... Continue Reading →

UCI Cinemas in Bicocca Offers O.V Films!

I’m so excited for this weekend! I’ll be watching the new Captain America film because I want to know why it’s called Civil War (no spoilers, please; rather, is the reason behind the title even included in the film?) I’ve never been this anxious for just watching a film, but trust me, this is really... Continue Reading →

do not expect any reward with your passion; (thoughts)

This semester has been nothing, but a fun-filled rollercoaster with rust rails and bumps along the ride. I won’t say I didn’t lock my seatbelt, but I might have forgotten it has one. I have endured short hours of sleeps, which, honestly, just takes a small amount of time to practice, and high pressures on... Continue Reading →

the sunshine blogger award. (thoughts).

Somehow, these awards are the waters drowning my head—creating spirals of thoughts that a reader has actually read one of my stories. Among these thousand doubts, there is somebody swimming across the sea just to get to me. Let me express my found warmth to Kate, Evelyn and Ellie for nominating [and presenting, I think]... Continue Reading →

if 2016 will love me, then here is my cheers to 2015. (thoughts).

It is not mandatory of mine to write the cliché, New Year farewell messages, but a request of my soul. Perhaps I want to look back, one day, and see the things that I have jotted down – if any of these has already happened or failed to happen. The reassurance of this post will... Continue Reading →

this heavy traffic is now my…lifestyle.

'Buckle up your patience for this wondrous ride.’ I have an urge to burst out in laughter whenever I hear these words inside my head; I am quite sure my colleagues in the jeepney will prattle over my sudden, extraordinary antic. Besides, no one wants to ride with a young boy cackling until he descends... Continue Reading →

i use green tea to beat rejection letters…without tips or reasons. thoughts.

At 10 in the morning last Monday, I finished my 800-word story and submitted it immediately to a literary magazine site [who responds within a week of submission] with only one run-through; yes, I have submitted a draft with small kisses. I know I should’ve edited it first or let it grow for days, but... Continue Reading →

the devil kisses her lips. (thoughts).

The quiet volcanoes release its molten rocks from the white mouths. Raging and fuming, it delivers the dislike it carries from what it sees. In these times, I wish I can yell out all my pent-up frustrations to her. I do not side her ways. I have someone close to me who will always place... Continue Reading →

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