What am I doing with my life?

Lately, I've been using a lot of my free time in Instagram. I always check accounts of babies like Scarlet Snow Belo and Seve Gonazaga.  Then randomly I reach the posts of Nico Bolzico, the husband of Solen Heussaff. His captions are surprisingly funny and romantic as well.  Like this recent one: Haha. Relationship goals.... Continue Reading →

O? Tapos?

Ang bitter ko lang ngayon. Mas bitter pa sa kapeng ininom ko kanina. Masama eh. Masama ang gising ko. Masama ang gising ko araw-araw, sa loob na ng isang buwang paggising. Sa sobrang sama, kapag nagbabasa ako sa social media ng kung ano-anong posts o nanonood ng kung ano-anong mga uploads at iba pang hanash,... Continue Reading →

Unang Ulan ng Mayo

Umuulan ngayon sa Ilocos. Hay. Pagkatapos ng nakakalantang init ng araw maghapon, biglang nagbago ang ihip ng hangin. Tapos ayon, naaamoy ko na ang ulang paparating. Alimuom. Yung amoy ng lupa pagkatapos hagkan ng mga patak ng ulan. Petrichor sa Ingles. Ang bango. Parang kape. May kakaibang pakiramdam na dala. Pero katulad nung sabi ng... Continue Reading →

Hindi pa Tapos

Minsan iniisip ko na lang na may patutunguhan ang lahat ng ito. Na hindi lang ako dapat basta-basta sumuko. Na balang araw may mangyayari din na magpapaniwala sa akin na kaya ako nasasaktan ngayon dahil may mas mga magagandang bagay na naghihintay sa akin. Yung kayang burahin yung sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon. Yung kayang... Continue Reading →

Smiling But…

I've seen many people smiling today.  But I'm not sure who among them is really happy. I, myself, was smiling. But inside I know the truth. I am aware that I am not truely smiling. Many thoughts are running in my head. Many curves can't be kept straight. And what am I supposed to do... Continue Reading →

When Life Crushes You to Bits

I haven't posted in a while. There are a lot of things going on in life right now. I can't even write about it or just think about it. But here I am writing anyway. In two weeks time, I hope things will get better. I hate waiting but there is nothing left to do... Continue Reading →

Day 18: The Classic Crisis

I didn't know how to start this but just a while ago, I came across some lines in Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. It says: "Well, I don't know what I am, either." "A classic existential crisis." But no. This is not about existential crisis. Or maybe a sort of. Let's see.  It's not... Continue Reading →

Day 16: Wondering about What Ifs

(Day 16 of the 30 Day Writing Challenge) I reached the point where I had stopped thinking about what ifs. I had them too many times before. They haunted me before I sleep. And every time I woke up in the morning, they immediately tries to creep up. Before, I thought I could easily change... Continue Reading →

There’s More to Mornings

There's always something about mornings. It's like the moment you wake up, you need to recall a lot of things. Sometimes you even need to remember who you are.  But I guess, that's the main purpose of mornings--to give new beginnings. That we don't need to look back to the past so much That every... Continue Reading →

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