Space Between

When I was younger, I often play the jobs of a cashier, a teacher, an office worker and even a bus conductor. I loved papers then. I also had a small blackboard wherein I would draw different faces. Mommy would bring me home scratch papers tied with a fastener to be my drawing book. Daddy would give me onion skins and carbon papers and from there, I would figure out how the ink travels from one point to another.  I would then sketch celebrities- who would eventually look like someone not who I intended to. I would make hills, clouds and girls clad in different outfits with my pen.  I guess I got a lot of practice there. When I was in highschool, I would rather doodle than listen during lectures. I would try to use my notebook and pen to copy the person writing on the blackboard. I would at times draw for group presentations. I also played volleyball. I enjoyed what I thought was enjoyable at that time. I never actually wanted the highest grades. I never wanted to be Ms. Popu...

Dear You, I know you are an uneraseable part of the past. But please, leave the thoughts of you behind and never come back. I dont want you lingering around my mind anymore. I dont want you bothering people I care about. I dont want you stealing what is supposed-to-be mine. I dont want you around. Peace, please. Please. Me.

I am sick. I wake up every morning thinking of all the conversations I should have had with people who continually judge me. And it ruins my morning. I am sick. I sit to do my rounds of nature, pour water on my hair and have myself filled with sud and simultaneously inhales scenarios of arguments should I encounter negativities of my environment. And it ruins my time for myself. I am sick. I wait in line for my transportation to work. Bake myself under the sun. Try to get some sleep on my way. While I do those, my eyes squint and my forehead wrinkles just imagining how bad I have become without the need to explain. An then, it ruins my travel. I am sick. I see people spit senseless conclusions while I stare in the computer screen. I strain my eyes, my ears and my head. And it ruins my work. I am sick. I travel to go home. I try to get something to make my stomach at the least happy, then I find none specifically.Then I go home, hungry and unhappy. And then, I just want to get s...

At one point in your life, you will realize that the answer to your prayers is not the answer to your problems. I keep failing this exam. Damn!

"You deserve someone who knows how to make it up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word -- sorry." Kung sino ka man, T.A.M.A.A.N.K.A.N.A.M.A.N.S.A.N.A.

"Kung hindi ko kakapalan ang mukha ko, walang mangyayari sakin."

How do you make it up with someone who bled while you were in tears of laughter? How do you actually see the ever ubiquitous word "sorry"? How do you move on, forgive, forget and try again? How are hows done? I don't know. So does he. Not applicable.