I once read somewhere that being able to write is being able to convey one’s authentic voice and nothing less. That being said, the writer is at his best when he is writing with his heart and soul, and not simply with his brain and hands. I’ve decided to write about writing because I believe writing is one of our simple pleasures in life. Everyone has a voice and while I believe that...
stabla: the most awful thing is showing a friend something you found hilarious and you eagerly watch for their reaction but their face remains neutral and all of the humour evaporates and it suddenly loses all its appeal but you have to choose between admitting defeat and muttering that it wasn’t as great as you remembered, or grimly dragging it out hoping they’ll start to see the funny side.
What I love most about being in Cebu is the fact that I get to spend Sinulog in this beautiful city. For those of you who don’t know, Sinulog is a yearly celebration held every third Sunday of January in honor of Señor Sto. Niño or the Most Holy Child Jesus. Streetparties, really loud chanting, and myriads of people rushing back and forth in the streets making commuting barely possible are...
I just realized I’m too incompetent to be in a relationship or, in general, to be in love. Like, part of the reason why I barely even survived the last one is because I was — am still, and will probably always be — an awkward whale in everything I do, relationships being a part of the “everything” that I am pertaining to. And it confuses me a lot because love is supposed to...
Wow. It’s been far too long since I last updated my blog. It’s not that I’ve completely turned my back on Tumblr, but it’s just that school has eaten up most of my time. The last two months of school has been crazy and we’re not even halfway through the first term yet. I’m slowly losing my will to continue with my studies, but the thought of summer looming...
There are a few things you should know about me: I am regularly a lazy person. I’d kill to have a British accent, even for just a day. I generally consider myself a “socially awkward penguin” because I have poor interaction skills, and akin to a fully-functioning penguin, I can’t fly. My love life is perfectly parallel to that of a barren wasteland heavily populated...
An expert from a mile away could have easily pointed out how foolish I was to approach you with the slightest hope that you would glance in my direction and make my day. Akin to a beaming goddess of some sort, a mere mortal such as myself would clearly not be worthy of your gaze, I thought — and yet, you looked. I stood in awe at the beautiful sight that stood before me — two alluring brown eyes...
I can’t vividly remember the last time I watched the sunset. I might have had a short glimpse of it when I was a kid, but for a youngster who did not have much interest in anything other than high powered superheroes; funny talking animals; and toys, I might have casually considered it trivial and overlooked such a thing. Yesterday, on my way home from school, I had once again caught a...
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rainaroo: 01: tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now? 02: what on your body is hurting or bothering you? 03: what was your last thought before going to bed last night? 04: what are you listening to? 05: what’s something you’re not looking forward to? 06: where do you think your best friend is right now? 07: have you kissed anybody in the last five days?...
Today, both of our hands were locked together in a loving gesture as we sat on a bench overlooking a large lake stretched to the horizon. It was pure bliss having your head pressed gently against my chest and your back resting comfortably in my arms. You were asleep and I was examining every detail of your captivating face. For a moment, no words were exchanged. We were simply stuck in that...
The way I see it, it’s just sad and it’s a serious cry for help. Yes, sometimes competition can be healthy because it drives us to work to our fullest potential, but when it gets out of hand, it’s just plain destructive and it puts you in a very sorry position. I have this classmate who has an extremely competitive spirit. Like, she suddenly takes on this fierce persona when it...
Me and my neighbors have the best, albeit unusual, conversations. On some nights, we chat about the most meaningless things like the ratio of delicious jelly bellies to the unpalatable ones and on other nights we talk about things that actually make sense. Last night, we talked about the future and I have to say, it was the most profound conversation I’ve had with my neighbors in a long...
macaronicles: I guess it is not up to you to choose the people who are going to stay by your side for the rest of your life. That’s something that has been planned maybe even before you were born. Sometimes, that can be good, for it gives you the opportunity to ride in new ships and explore new seas. But sometimes that can be the worst thing ever, when the last thing that you want to do is to...
Choice or chance?
Tonight, a very close friend of mine asked me (over Twitter) if fate is determined by choice or by chance. This was a topic I had not really expected to be so invested in on a night such as this, but then again isn’t the universe just full of surprises? So, is fate determined by choice or by chance? Well, I’d like to believe that fate is determined by equal parts of both choice and...
A screenshot from a video we made of us singing a song we originally composed for one of our dear friends to let her know how much we love her… and how sorry we were that we actually forgot to greet her on her special day! It’s really quite embarrassing because this has been the second time this year that I’ve forgotten a birthday. Yup, it’s probably safe to add my...
When lies just won't do it anymore
The truth is you wanted to know the truth and you should have known from the very start that knowing the truth would beget dire consequences. Feelings would be hurt, words would be exchanged, and blows would be struck — both physically and emotionally. You should have known that there’s a special price to pay for knowing too much and that alone should have been a good enough reason for you...
So it’s officially the start of our sembreak. Well, technically speaking, semestral break started last Monday, but seeing as how our course demands more from us, we had a one week extension of classes. It was one week of extended pressure. We had to attend to a lot of paperworks. And while the completion of one requirement gave us a slight sense of delight, the fact that there were a lot...
holyposeidon: the constant fear of labeling someone as your best friend because they probably don’t feel the same way because no one ever likes you as much as you like them
Augustus Waters: "May I see you again?"
Hazel Grace: "Sure."
Augustus Waters: "Tomorrow?"
Hazel Grace: "Patience, grasshopper. You don't want to seem overeager."
Augustus Waters: "Right, that's why I said tomorrow. I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow. I'm serious."
Hazel Grace: "You don't even know me. How about I call you when I finish this?"
Augustus Waters: "But you don't even have my phone number."
Hazel Grace: "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
Augustus Waters: "And you say we don't know each other."
“So, what is your deepest regret?” The examiner asks as he eyes me curiously. His eyes are filled with intense vigor and he has a stern expression plastered on his face. He seems like the type of person who doesn’t enjoy long romantic walks down the beach, rainbows and unicorns, and other whimsical, childish stuff. I scrutinize the room I am in—doing everything I can to avoid...
A photo obviously showing me proudly holding the book Insurgent to the lower half of my face while absentmindedly covering the first three letters of the title with my fingers. Yup. The photo above is a close depiction of my life right now—urgent. Because everything in my life has been going by so rapidly and I feel like it (life) has been demanding more from me with each second that passes. ...
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It’s the moment between sunset and night—the moment after the sun sinks into the horizon, just before the whole sky is completely shrouded in a blanket of stars and darkness. It’s the pause after every verse in a song, right before the lines of the chorus break in. It’s every punctuation mark denoting the thorough break of words in the sentence. It’s the space between...
Hi! Care to suggest some great books to read? :)
I remember I was running under the heavy rain, searching for… something. I wasn’t quite sure of it at first—what it was I was looking for, I mean—but I was gravely searching for it. I needed to find it so badly, like my whole existence depended on finding that something. It must have been very important because as I was running, albeit the rain, my face was filled with a warm, liquid...
There’s this book that used to be shelved in our local bookstore that I kept returning to for a countless number of times. I don’t think I intended on buying the book (because it was pretty expensive for my pockets), but it has always struck my interest. I stumbled upon it while I was looking for a new notebook and I thought it was strange that the book was placed in the notebook...
Dear Past Self,
If I am to impart to you some information on how to get to where I am (or rather, we are) today, it’s this: Stop worrying and do what you keep doing. Now, I know the thought won’t really make sense to you as of now, but eventually it will sink in. Just try to live in the moment. Stop worrying about what will happen. Because the future? It will come and it is surely going to be a...
I choose to love you in silence. Because in silence I find no rejection. And in...
*hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life
*gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child
*heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is
*a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
*taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing
*gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents
*tripping over something*: I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me
I hated it you know? The feeling I’d get every time you crossed my path. The way you make my heart beat so rapidly in my chest like there’s no tomorrow. God it feels like someone has just abused a machine gun in there. And I know your intentions are pure, but every time you try to make casual conversation with me, my sweat glands incessantly produce numerous amounts of sweat and my...
was our school’s first day of intramurals. It was pretty bleak. I mean, I was expecting lots of games and sports to go around, but I realized later on that it was scheduled for tomorrow. I have got to be more updated about the things that happen around me. So I guess nothing much happened today in the field of sports and competitions except for the Awit Sayaw event which is this...
every book you’ve ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters
I love my friends
Me: Hey guys have you seen X-Men First Class?
Friend 1: No, I've only seen X-Men Second Class
Friend 2: I've seen X-Men BUSINESS Class
Friend 3: Can't beat me, I've seen X-Men ECONOMY Class *smug face*
Me: You guys are unbelievable
To tell you the truth, I did not forget about you. In the rather long moment of our separation, not once has your image blurred from my mind. When you left, I was torn, but you never faded from my thoughts. I never forgot the way your comely hair fell down your shoulders and the way your smile lit up the whole room. I never forgot the way your witty use of words and your great sense of humor...
Me: Mom, Dad, can I use the car thi—
Mom: You know it just doesn't go like that, honey—you have a license and now you suddenly get the full privilege of using the car? No, I don't think so. Why don't you take the taxi for now?
Me: And then what? Spend a lot more money on transportation when I could easily save on my expenses by taking the car to my destination? Look, I know you guys care about me and it's not wrong of you to. But I think there's something more of an underlying reason why you won't let me use the car. I think it's because you're scared to see your little boy, that little boy you used to see playing with minute toy cars, transition into a young man driving the family car. And you're scared that, somehow, giving me the freedom to use the car will be a catalyst to so many other things—like going to late night parties or far away excursions without the need for your permissions. But you should know that it won't be and I won't let it be that way, if you just allow me to. Please?
Mom: I guess that's all we needed to hear. Here's the keys. Drive safe, anak.
Well sure life is full of pain and treachery, but the trick is to enjoy the few...– Lisa Simpson
If you ask me how the first two days of my week went, I guess I’d respond with both a smile and a frown. Now I’m not usually a fan of Mondays, and Tuesdays don’t really strike my interest as well, but the things that happened in those eventful two days really stirred up my everyone’s feelings and somehow taught me some very valuable lessons in life. Monday I had such low...