for pulling you down somehow, everyday, that you are reduced to the silence that awkward moments are made of, and the strain between us get thicker by the moment, but I hold on to the possibilities of imagination and hope that one day, you say my name.

My tongue hurt from the coffee you gave me this morning and it didn’t help that I am in the middle of my spiel, but your eyes, on me, blew me away, and the pain became a sensation of the past.

***

My hand was cold from the early morning shift and it didn’t help that nobody’s turning off the AC, but your fingers brushing on mine, in the blink of an eye, puts my chest on forever fire.

***

Can I love you?

***

9:30, quezon city

to touch your face

with my finger

is the closest I can get

to heaven.

When you are in the middle of your 20s, you want to conquer the world and go all the career paths available out there. You think that you understand the world and everybody else is getting it wrong. When you are older than 20 and you still feel the same way, boy, you gotta be kidding yourself. But when you are in the middle of your 20s and you feel like you are 60 something, simply contented with everything, in a retrospect kind of way, you’d feel bliss everyday.

And you’d feel beautiful.

TODAY I was hacked.

My last post (and front page) was deleted and was replaced by this:

which was embedded in this darkness: Read the rest of this entry »

So. I’m confused more than ever.

I was admitted to New York University‘s Read the rest of this entry »

oh me? now? im around, listening to stories, putting off application to decent jobs, feeling the earth, happiness to the nth time.

Today, a young friend from UPLB Department of Humanities died. And how else can the weather cooperate more than by dark clouds and rainfall.

I usually do not write about something that I have just experienced or thought about. I let the safe distance of time Read the rest of this entry »

June and July are the time of the year when many people have low happy hormones. Must be because it’s the end of summer, start of duties, no bonuses. Somehow, people born under this time exude the same nonchalance. I am thinking of “Cancerians.”

One night, my mother and father were talking about a difficult person, and she said, it must be because of the person’s zodiac sign, CANCER. Read the rest of this entry »

Because I heard that today’s the first week of classes in UPLB, I looked at my files and kept in touch with the past, if only for a minute’s worth of quiet happiness.

Caution: there’s a lot of me in here. Read the rest of this entry »