Dear Lonely,

This doesn't look as good as it seems, you know.

You keep me sane for a week or two, the next you disappear like some mist. Some smoke, some cloud. Without a trace.

I listen, pay attention, take note of the things you need rather than the things you want - and I'm undoubtedly good at it.

And you pretend I don't exist when I need you the most. Thank you.

Every waking day you break my heart, knowing that you don't reach out - or even plan to. I love you, and loved you all along. Will that change? Not anytime soon. So don't think this comes easy for me. Because it doesn't.

I'd rather live in silence, blind to what keeps your ego puffed. I don't know what you write about, nor have an idea what or who keeps you preoccupied today. I don't want to know about it tomorrow, or whenever soon. Because I don't play a part in any of it.

Every Single Time.

I have been trying to work out a pretty good schedule for school and it seems that there's always a problem that doesn't fail to ruin it.

Will I ever finish school? Will I ever get a better job? For whatever reason it gets dragging by the minute. Frustrating by the minute. Pathetic by the minute. They say that I should be thankful for God's little delays in life. Then I'll try to. But that doesn't mean that the frustration won't go away.



When will you ever stop being Prozac?

She Knew She Was Emotionally Reckless.

And she didn't care. She believed in the credo of  "no regrets". Taking risks came easier than thinking once, twice, thrice about what would happen next. Which, ironically, clashed with a new word she started absorbing lately: familiarity.


"Familiarity is good". The phrase stuck like that annoying bubble gum on your best pair of pants. She didn't know how it got there, but it tamed her, sedated her, kept her quiet.

Was she categorized under the "familiars' category, if ever there was one? She couldn't tell. Not because it was unclear to her, but she saw it. Plain as day. She felt it. Like sunshine on one's skin.

She couldn't complain. She couldn't cry. She didn't feel bad, but she really didn't feel that good. But she knew that there were things is this so-called life that are just worth hanging on to, worth fighting for.

Enjoying the presence, living in the present.


I've loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more.

Once Upon A Time

There was this little girl who wanted to be smart as smart can be. She had this yearning, this dream, this passion to know all the answers to things that she felt had a deeper meaning. She wanted to know every secret there could be. She wanted to know everything that can be put into question.

Time went on and this little girl grew up to be one of a kind. She did have a lot in between her ears. Her parents knew it, her friends knew it, even she herself knew it. And she was happy. She found her knowledge much of an asset.

Until one day, one person taught her the importance of leaving a mystery or two unknown.

Because You Can Take More Than One Punch

At this point in time I am actually gaining tenure points for taking life's everyday punches.

It won't always be easy, I have to constantly remind myself that you can't really pick your drama for the day. Just dealing with what's on your plate is the way to work things out.

No regrets.