Marius walked slowly toward the playground where he and his best friend Drew frequent. There in one of the swings, Drew sat quietly, rocking slowly back and forth. His eyes were fixed on the ground, anger and disappointment blaze. “How dare you leave me like that,” Drew murmured. Marius moved in even closer. “Hey, buddy.... Continue Reading →
betrayal (n.) “hurting (someone who trusts you, such as a friend or relative) by doing something morally wrong.” It is sad that in almost any kind of relationship, betrayal is a part of the picture; and the saddest part of it is that in never comes from your enemies, but from the people you hold... Continue Reading →
It’s been a few months since my best friend, Johsthony, told me about his father’s battle with lung cancer, and today, Johst was scheduled to go home to talk to his father. Johst had his usual sleepover in my place, and around 5:30 in the morning, we were awaken by sound of a phone call.... Continue Reading →
I have written about this about three years ago, but I was not able to finish writing all my thoughts before they faded. Last night, a simple conversation with a close friend (for privacy purposes, let us call him Patrick Gattoc [note: this is his real name by the way]), I was able to remember... Continue Reading →
It’s September 19, and I am on my way home. “I’ll be back before October, Dad, so eat your meals and take your medicine.” Those were the last words I remember telling my father. This morning, I hurriedly finished my exam, went to my dorm room, packed my things, and rushed to the terminal to... Continue Reading →
The story A Worn Path by Eudora Welty tells the account of Phoenix Jackson, an elderly African-American woman who lived in the Mississippi. Her account was about her journey from her quiet rural life to town to get the medicine for her beloved grandson who, two years ago, accidentally swallowed lye. His injury did not... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, my best friend, Johsthony, dropped by at my pad and had a little chat with me about things and stuff. We were having some snacks when he showed interest with my bath essentials. He examined my set closely: shampoo, shaver, bath soap, toothpaste, and stuff. Suddenly, he blurted out, “Hey, you should cut your... Continue Reading →
Two souls meet: one a serenader, the other a poet. The serenader makes the weary world move with his serenades, singing the tune of life’s delight. A seagull in flight to the heights of freedom, free to explore the depths and heights of life’s twilight. His voice lures, ignites poetic fires, tickles every inch of... Continue Reading →
Lately, I have been grumpy and impulsive. I know it was and is bad of me to suddenly raise my voice when, in fact, you did nothing wrong. Perhaps it is because of the fact that I get unsatisfied cravings or maybe because of the things I have to think about—work, family, bills, and many... Continue Reading →
I have memorized these lines before, but still my tongue falters. I gathered all my strength to speak what I feel about you, yet every time a smile paints in your lips, I render myself defenceless. How I wanted to tell you that my world is complete because of your presence, yet your presence alone,... Continue Reading →
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