The world sees me differently: They see a Knight of Flowers, a noble boy of blemish-free life. A boy whose intentions are pure, a boy who delights in everything simple, whose ecstacy has extra cheese.
The smell of coffee filled the room, which delighted Czak very much. For him, that very scent is power, a source of inspiration and energy. It lifts him up when he is down, it provides him creative fuel when he can’t write, it wakes him up when he is sleepy, and so many other things. For him, coffee is life.
I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →
So earlier today, I underwent a part of our continuous improvement program at work. During the assessment, we had an extemporaneous exercise, where I was asked "What was a bad decision that you made? What did you learn from it? What would you do differently?" I never really thought of it before, but then, it came back.... Continue Reading →
This is a pedicab, commonly known as padyak (Filipino for “to kick” or “to pedal”) or trisikad [try-see-kahd] (a portmanteau of tri- for “three” and the Hiligaynon word sikad, which means “to kick” or “to pedal”) in the Philippines. This serves as one of the most common mode of transportation in the local area, especially for... Continue Reading →
Ever since I could ever remember, I am not the kind of person who takes friendship for granted. I might be silent for some time, but that does not mean that I no longer care. Once I considered you my friend, you remain in the same status—well, unless you violate or one of my closest... Continue Reading →
I stood up; you looked at me, and moved your stare away.Those eyes, those self-same eyes that used to look at mewith passion, love, affection. Now, they look at mewith disgust, ignorance, oblivion—nothing. I see nothingin those eyes but the bitterness of broken friendship and lovethat has not been consummated.Gone were the days where friendship... 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 not about school, work, or whatever. It’s about everything else. It hurts so much when your friends suddenly turn cold without you knowing it, and worse, you see them every day of your life like they just don’t care. And you? Well, you try to act like nothing really happens and all. You try... Continue Reading →