Two nights ago, my class was canceled just as I was about to go to school. Fortunately for my starving stomach, I was two blocks away from a small town mall; I hit the grocery without further ado. To my dismay, the grocery wasn’t organized. I even had a hard time finding Oreos (which I truly… Continue reading Cheetos and Decisions
Hesitation – A phone vibrated, “One new message received”, it notified. She had been feeling unexplainably dejected throughout the day. She checked the time, just a quarter after eight, still too early for her to sleep. It can simply be anyone. She struggled with the thought of opening the message – it could be nothing… Continue reading Tale In Five Words
If “failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor” (Truman Capote), how spicy do you like your success stories? People can be divided into two groups: those that does not eat chili, those that love spices. Growing up, I have always said no to spicy food. Preferred the safe savory stuff. In fact, I… Continue reading Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice?
In living, I am present; In love, yes I still am; Never in just a soul existing. On an empty canvas, I bury myself, with vibrant colors of pens and paint. Forever in the middle of novels. Always lending ears to vinyls. I am found in a pitless void, climbing to the surface, with nothing… Continue reading The riddler meets a poet.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Que Sera Sera.” Are we the captain of our own ships? Yes. Yes, we are the captain of our own ships yet we cannot control the torrents of the ocean. We always have a say of what we get in life: love, pain, joy, hate. All these… Continue reading Captain of The Ship.
“Seek to learn, not just be entertained. Develop convictions, not just opinions. Take a stand, not a pose. Act on your beliefs; don’t merely have opinions.” I have the privilege of talking to my mother not just as my mom or a mentor, but also as a best friend. Life lessons can be exchanged over… Continue reading Be the criminal or a victim?
My 65-year-old grandmother has just asked me to workout with her. Seriously. When I say grandmother, I’m referring to this new kind of grannies who owns an iPhone, quite ‘addicted’ to Facebook and Candy Crush, goes ballroom dancing every Wednesday, tours around the country and abroad with her batch mates from high school. Oh, mine… Continue reading Does size matter?