You know I tried to convince myself I don’t need to write this post … three times I pressed post and then closed the window. But I guess it’s better to let the words out there than inside my already cluttered mind. I had a strange thought today. I was yet again reminded of you… Read More Your Face
I installed WordPress app on my phone today because the thoughts of dying have recently started clouding my mind again. Before you start to think “suicide” umm no. Let me assure you that these thoughts are nowhere near this morbidity. What is on my mind is just this: dying. Maybe because there has been a… Read More Another memory
my latest obsession as you can see from my previous posts in The Script. To think i am acting like a teenage yet again. I have to draft more than 1500 words because I am back to earning via writing and it is oh so difficult. SO DIFFICULT to write for something that you don’t… Read More I wanted words but all i got was nothing
Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours. If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea… Read More I can’t take the ache from heartbreak
If I have to be really honest, I would consider myself to be a huge narcissist. I clearly love myself above all others. I am pretty selfish. I hardly care what other people say, I don’t pay attention to their say. I am obsessed with everything and everyone who can keep me happy. But why… Read More Narcissism
I never thought I would be writing this. Never ever. People die everyday. Some memorable, some not so much. How do you mourn for someone who lay somewhere in between? THAT seems to be the debate on social media since last night ever since the unfortunate news broke about the horrific crash of Flight 661… Read More Let’s mourn today. Tomorrow, you can continue hating.
We’re meeting after a year. I am dreading it. I am embarrassed. I know it will be awkward. I am scared to death because I know how unshaken my resolve is. I am looking forward to it because I know how nice it would be to see a familiar face. We’re meeting after a year… Read More How do I explain your photograph in my contact list
My mom raised us as a single parent. Obviously I don’t need to tell or even begin to make one understand how difficult it was for her. And she raised us well. She raised us like a mother and a father combined. Over the years she’s given us a lot of advice, but of these,… Read More Don’t Look Back