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Friendzone

I know, I know, I’ve gone significantly incognito—well, from this space anyway. It’s been months since I’ve had this exercise and while I’ve been meaning to sit down and write something, err, life’s been busier lately. And thank goodness too,

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Friendzone

I know, I know, I’ve gone significantly incognito—well, from this space anyway. It’s been months since I’ve had this exercise and while I’ve been meaning to sit down and write something, err, life’s been busier lately. And thank goodness too,

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(This) F is for Flora Lou, At Sweet 60

If there’s one person who’s been a constant in my life, then in a mix of emotions, I’d say Mama would be it. As with every nanay in the world, she was the one who reminded me not to slouch

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(This) F is for Flora Lou, At Sweet 60

If there’s one person who’s been a constant in my life, then in a mix of emotions, I’d say Mama would be it. As with every nanay in the world, she was the one who reminded me not to slouch

Randomsky

Faraways

Sure was I you were s’posed to fill This gap, This indentation A little hollow that’s sprung Into my bluest of oceans. Your subconscious Tells you what you already know, You warned someone not too long ago. How foolish was

Randomsky

Faraways

Sure was I you were s’posed to fill This gap, This indentation A little hollow that’s sprung Into my bluest of oceans. Your subconscious Tells you what you already know, You warned someone not too long ago. How foolish was

Church

For B

Several years ago, I struck up a friendship with someone who was a thousand miles away from where I was. B, as I often call her, in her days and months away from home, started chatting me up via YM,

Church

For B

Several years ago, I struck up a friendship with someone who was a thousand miles away from where I was. B, as I often call her, in her days and months away from home, started chatting me up via YM,

Greenhand
/ Muse

Frankendee

I’ve taken to too much musing again, of late. I can tell, from the collection of cigarette butts in my bathroom bin, and within that other one I keep outside our apartment door. I remember a few years after college,

Greenhand
/ Muse

Frankendee

I’ve taken to too much musing again, of late. I can tell, from the collection of cigarette butts in my bathroom bin, and within that other one I keep outside our apartment door. I remember a few years after college,

Absentia
/ Muse

Falterin’

It has come; the time when I am still searching for the right word. Eternally on the lookout for it, I drown in the many alternatives—yet whichever search I do, it seems I will never, ever encapsulate how I feel,

Absentia
/ Muse

Falterin’

It has come; the time when I am still searching for the right word. Eternally on the lookout for it, I drown in the many alternatives—yet whichever search I do, it seems I will never, ever encapsulate how I feel,

Mighty Blue
/ Muse

Fragile

Let me just put it this way: I am a Leo. I am a denizen of sunshiny places. Where there’re sunshades, straw hats, and silky clouds leisurely milling around, sipping their salt-lined, ice-cold margaritas. I like warm, and as I

Mighty Blue
/ Muse

Fragile

Let me just put it this way: I am a Leo. I am a denizen of sunshiny places. Where there’re sunshades, straw hats, and silky clouds leisurely milling around, sipping their salt-lined, ice-cold margaritas. I like warm, and as I

Cross

Fears

I remember writing before about how I’m ever so ready to stoke that rumble deep in me. I am fearless, I am brave, I can take on anything. Well, I kinda lied. See, I now realize that I may have

Cross

Fears

I remember writing before about how I’m ever so ready to stoke that rumble deep in me. I am fearless, I am brave, I can take on anything. Well, I kinda lied. See, I now realize that I may have

Writing

(Un)finished

A little something I wrote many years ago: “I have become skeptical, nasty, brooding, contemplative, weird, and quiet. I am the thinking-ahead-but-at-times-taking-the-wrong-way, reminiscing-and-always-dreaming-her-head-in-the-clouds, waiting-always-waiting, not-finishing-ribbity-bunny-rabbit, busy-at-being-un-busy, taking-her-time-at-hurrying-things-up, angry-at-this-plain-old-road-because-see-how-horribly-rocky-it-is, meanie-this-minute-and-wonderfully-funny-the-next, wondering-if-so-and-so-is-this-and-that, content-yet-seeking-the-for-the-next-exciting-thing type of girl. Yes, girl—we are woman, we are

Writing

(Un)finished

A little something I wrote many years ago: “I have become skeptical, nasty, brooding, contemplative, weird, and quiet. I am the thinking-ahead-but-at-times-taking-the-wrong-way, reminiscing-and-always-dreaming-her-head-in-the-clouds, waiting-always-waiting, not-finishing-ribbity-bunny-rabbit, busy-at-being-un-busy, taking-her-time-at-hurrying-things-up, angry-at-this-plain-old-road-because-see-how-horribly-rocky-it-is, meanie-this-minute-and-wonderfully-funny-the-next, wondering-if-so-and-so-is-this-and-that, content-yet-seeking-the-for-the-next-exciting-thing type of girl. Yes, girl—we are woman, we are

Tree

For April, As It Ends

Having spent several weekends feeling nostalgic—I dug up one of my video finds from a few weeks back for a replay session. Should you be too lazy to watch the piece, in a nutshell it conveys that as individuals, we live our

Tree

For April, As It Ends

Having spent several weekends feeling nostalgic—I dug up one of my video finds from a few weeks back for a replay session. Should you be too lazy to watch the piece, in a nutshell it conveys that as individuals, we live our