Not that I haven't had any material to work with, I just haven't really found the thirst to write. Without saying much, it's actually funny how my life has turned around. Some for the better, some, I could do without ( Read more... )

I'm tired of putting up Reluctant Walls. Of trying to subtly tell you how I feel through Facebook or YM status posts, of being witty and sweet with my texts with the mandatory smileys ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with a heavy feeling, like I've somehow managed to remain glued to the bottom a swimming pool. I don't remember, though, exactly what dream I had just escaped from a few seconds before I joined reality. All I know is that just like most dreams, it has nothing to do with my vertical life.

I sat through Media Studies class ( Read more... )

Imagine this ( Read more... )

...if you are blind ( Read more... )

For the past few minutes, I've been filtering through something I thought to be dead to me ( Read more... )

Hello, LJ!

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Not long back, my lolo and I were having lunch together with my mom and tita. We're a pretty close pair --my lolo and I. He's mentioned how I'm secretly his favorite granddaughter quite a few times. And that particular afternoon, he decides to throw a flaming ball in my face.

"You know I love you very much, but I sometimes don't like ( Read more... )

After a long time of ignoring my lj, I find myself posting a new entry. Yay. To warm up, I shall bore you all (like I used to) and update you on things (you probably don't give a damn about).

Well, I never thought the time would come, but no longer can I call bantay bata to report some harassment done against me. Sigh. Statutory rape is no longer ( Read more... )

Yosi.

Let me light you one. Watch the tip burn, and watch the smoke come to life. Puff to resurrect, blow to forget. All the problems that are constricting your heart, all the worries that are making your stomach churn... forget. Get lost in the now, in the stick you hold in between your fingers. Puff in, and feel the smoke fill your lungs. Blow out ( Read more... )

I remember the ride to St. Scho that day so clearly. I was sitting alone in front, so that my Gala won't get dirty or wrinkled. I was looking out the window, thinking to myself,

I've spent 10 years of my life in this place. All the experiences, all the activities, all the fun, laughter and tears will all become memories.

My heart ached that day, but ( Read more... )