24th January, 2016. 06:45pm

sudden nocturnal death syndrome

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It’s funny how I keep saying these days that it feels as if I’m almost into the finish line, and then, just when you thought you’re about to hit first place, someone beats you to it. Someone totally unexpected. Continue reading

When History Repeats Itself

Date Written: 08th June, 2016. 12:07am

kids kissing

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When I was 11, a boy threw a crumpled paper on me with a note saying, “I love you.” I found it really rude so I threw it back at him on my way home (he was in front of my cousin’s house with my cousin at our compound). The next day, the boy gave me a letter, a proper love letter asking if he could court me. I wrote back, saying that we’re too young for that. When he wrote to me again, he said it was okay, and was asking for a photo of me instead. I never wrote back Continue reading


09th November, 2015. 2:55pm

Writing 101, Poetry – Day 3: Sleep

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!)


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I love to sleep! I can go on a day sleeping for more than 8 hours, especially on a day when I don’t have to do anything or go anywhere (the longest I had was 18 hours), so I was excited to this prompt. I didn’t use specific poetic forms or device, at least none that I can remember (dreamland doesn’t want to let me go… Hahaha! Oh, wait, that’s not true). Anyway, here’s my share for the day: Continue reading

Going 30

07th October, 2015. 12:30pm

So, this week has been strange. I’ve been dreaming about my Mom for two consecutive days now and I don’t know why. Maybe because my birthday is in three days time. Maybe because she can sense how lonely I feel these days.

I started out the weekend by going to church alone last Sunday, where the priest’s Homily hit me like a lightning bolt. During the mass, he said, “there is no perfect family, but we can love each other perfectly.” Continue reading

In the maze…

23rd September, 2015. 3:50pm

Writing 101, Day 13: Compose a series of vignettes

Today, tell a story through a series of vignettes (short, episodic scenes or anecdotes) that together read as variations on the same theme. They can each be as short or long as you see fit — they don’t have to be the same length — but they need a common feature to tie them together, whether it’s a repeated phrase, a similar setting, or the appearance of the same person.
Not sure how to approach this assignment? Pick one of these:
  • Tell a story composed of scenes in each of which you eat your favorite dish, or enjoy your signature drink.
  • Build a narrative of your own personal growth (or your attempts at achieving it) by evoking some of your past birthday parties.
  • Write a post in which each section begins with the phrase “You may never believe this.”
  • Recount the same anecdote several times, but do it in a different style or genre each time, so that each retelling exposes something new in your tale.

Okay, so before I continue with the assignment, can I just say that I’m having a hard time with today’s assignment. Either I need to take a nap because I’m so tired from our rehearsals or I’m just incredibly slow today. I CAN’T DIGEST EVERYTHING PROPERLY! I don’t know why I can and can’t understand what to do with Vignette. I’ve never tried it before, and even though I think I understand and know what to do, it’s like a part of my brain pushes me to quit because what I will write will suck, anyway. And then another part of my brain just wants to continue watching dance videos on Youtube even though I’m on a break for three weeks starting tomorrow because the theater group is having their opening production from October 12-17 and next week is going to be their hell week.

Okay, I’m rambling. I should stop now.

My left eye hurts. Maybe I really just need to sleep, but it hurts a bit, it’s making me a bit harder to focus. Okay, I supposed I should stop now and just go with the assignment, right? Continue reading