9 Days

I still remember the feeling I had that Thursday morning when I woke up late. It was a cold rainy morning, and the moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. The day just feels so heavy, and I can’t really explain how, and what I felt. Until that very afternoon.

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To J, From R

Jorge

A tribute to a beloved friend.

I’ll miss your laugh
Our empty conversations and nonsense talks
I’ll miss that gait
Of how intimidating it was when you walk
I’ll miss our time alone
No awkward silence when we run out of words to say
I’ll miss our private jokes
About my hair and my nicknames you once gave
I’ll miss a lot of things about you
But I’ll miss the you who stood by me
When I can’t
When no one else did
I’ll miss you, Jorge
A part of me died with you
I’m not going to say goodbye
Rather, “See you soon.”

You can rest in peace now, Jorge. All the pain is gone. I’ll always cherish your stories – the ones you entrusted to me, the ones no one else knew but me. I always have regretted the pain I gave you when you didn’t deserved them. I will always feel guilty about those. I am sorry. You’ll always be a part of me because it’s only you who understood me when I shut the world out. You never left, you never did. Until now. I’ll miss you. We all would.

The Louvre

There’s something about Lorde’s Melodrama that I can’t put my finger on. It’s been three weeks since the album came out, been on – repeat since, and still, I can’t seem to get tired of it. It’s a great body of work with each song telling its part of a story to complete the loose narrative of a night out, the metaphor Lorde used for young adulthood, and the emotions associated with it. And as I was browsing YouTube for Lorde’s performances for her set in the Roskilde Festival in Denmark, I was lucky enough to find one for The Louvre, one of the standout tracks from Melodrama.

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Stolen

When I was still a kid, whenever the month of March approaches, I can’t help but wish for the days to pass me by faster than the usual. In the Philippines, March is the last month of the school year, and the impending end of it only means one thing: summer.

I love summer, with the heat it brings, and the memories it create. Summer is when most of my happiest memories happen. Summer is when these merry – making festivities are held: town fiestas, family getaways, and my birthday celebrations.

But summer is also when bittersweet encounters do happen. The exchange of words, actions, and feelings that leads to catching an inextinguishable fire in our hearts, and soul when summer is just about to end, it is an encounter that changes you. When human contact is involved, and the heat of the summer serves as the background for these interactions, the inevitable occurs: summer love.

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Writing: Year One

Time flies so fast.

Isang taon na pala ang lumipas simula nung magsimula akong magsulat regarding my life experiences. Isang taon na din pala simula nung i-share ko sa Cyber World ang mga hinaing ko patungkol sa pag – ibig. In hindsight, I think writing about the emotions I felt last year is like going to therapy. It’s releasing all of your thoughts to the world, and emptying all of the negative emotions along with it so that you can be an empty vessel again to be filled with new thoughts and emotions as you experience them again.

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