The Mundane

Ironic how it's one a.m. here but my thoughts were of a nonspecific weekend morning. I reckon waking up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window as the sun chases the cold in my room. I remember lazy afternoons when I'd waste the hours finishing an entire book as if reading one book…

I Hate That I am Like This

I am not shallow nor am I saintly. I strive to be on good terms with everyone and be diligent. I am content with with the way I am and I’m really proud of how for I’ve come. But why is it that I get so annoyed at a single person? I am tired of…

I Don’t Know Why

Do you know how many times I've changed the first sentence of this paragraph? You obviously don't but what I wanted to point here is- that despite much turmoil and confounding emotions inside me. None of them are translatable to words. And the question 'Am I depressive?' slithers into my consciousness like the pest it…

Procrastination

So my exams are coming up this week and here I am making a post and taking pictures of my stationeries. But as the title goes, I am (slightly) procrastinating. Today is quite stressful. I do enjoy studying for exams. There is that thrill of getting things done on my to-do list. Which didn’t really…

Introspection: Center

As I gather my thoughts in writing this input, it came upon me of how unoriginal I am of myself. Yes, we are the product of the vast accumulation of influences society has brought us to be. A coalescence of tradition, innovation, crass, idealism, reality and so much more. I realized that having myself understand…

A Desperate’s Plea

The stinging starts. It clambers to be brought up into the surface. An inhale stops it from occurring. But the act of inhaling cannot seem to stop the deep throbbing ache that is the product of fear, worry, and want. "Lord," the inner self-cried. "I so bloody want to pass." It takes a while to…

Yes, I Do Bleed

Yes, I never liked my father. Yes, I never had high regards towards men's personalities because of him. I see men to be daunting, misogynistic individuals who cared more on what's filling in their bellies rather than what goes through their family's emotions. Yes, I would rather suffer through these motions just so nobody else…

Spring Clean

My country doesn't have seasons. It only has two weather moods. Sunny in your face happy and cold bed curling rainy days. They don't alternate between the year. They surprise you with their tricks during the day. But that doesn't exclude me from doing Spring cleaning. I clean my room every weekend. However, this time,…

In Dialect

Kanunay, makapangutana kos akong kaugalingon. Ako man ning pangandoy? Pero ngano man bug-at siya sa akong buot? Ako ning gipangayo ug gi-ampo. Pero ngano man magatulo ang luha kada gabii? Ako man kaha ning panlantaw sa kinabuhi? Pero nganong wa koy makit-an nga kahayag? Nganong lisud ni? Dili man lisud ang pagsabot ug pagtuon. Pero…

Solitary Studies

Studying is hard, and when you study you're alone. On your desk, in your thoughts; at that moment. You hear the bustle and laughter of the outside world rustle the curtain beside your window. It entices you but does it? Does the world want the existence of me? Studying is lonely and it gets lonelier…