Monday, September 24, 2012

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Just Give Me A Reason

By the time you read this, I'm probably already on my way to Zamboanga City for a school convention that I have to attend. And though I'd love to sit down and talk things over over coffee with him, considering that he texted me " I love you ", I simply couldn't. I have work to do. And besides, will it be okay to talk about it? I mean, was he serious? Because his succeeding messages pointed out that that was something that I should just forget. 

Last night I was at a moment when all of what I've been hoping for all this time is finally unfolding, but I became afraid, unsure and practical. The pain must've made me a monster. If I answered differently, would things have been different?

Tsk. My life is a blur. Thank God there's this trip to get away from things for a while. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

A Series of Blahs and Au Revoirs

1. I never thought it'd come to this, but I have grown weary of coffee, coffee products and coffee infused stuff. I guess my head can no longer take hold of the magnitude of caffeine that I dose myself, every single day. Haisst. Au revoir cafe. You shall be missed.

2. Punsa our beloved feline is missing. She may be dead by now which actually sucks because I wanted to hold her that last time I saw her but I didn't because I was too damn busy with other stuff. Au revior Punsa. You shall be missed. 

3. So he got himself a new boyfriend. I'm supposed to feel okay right? I mean, its been months-two months. And we're friends now. And I've already accepted the fact the he has moved on. And that he has found a new life. A new someone-whoever that is. Au revior? Not really. I think. I mean, di ba?

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Stain Stories

His clumsiness splattered the contents of his morning mug at the table. Caffeine reeked all over the kitchen and the summery hues on their walls became vivid swirls. It was then that he realized that the best stains are the coffee drops on his notebook, evidence of his trying to wake up writing attempts at momentous literature.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


Oh Lord Your love is glorious
and I am not a worthy receptacle
but please fill me. Let Your goodness overflow
for there is no joy like it.

My heart beats in fervent adoration
for Your name is worthy of praise.

I seek You. I love You. I worship You.