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 →
Poetry has been one of my outlets ever since I was younger. It helps me vent some steam without bothering anyone, and it helps me release pent up emotion. Lately, some of my friends have asked me to write an article to help them write their own poetry. Well, I believe, writing poems cannot be... Continue Reading →
When you celebrate your birthday, are you the celebrant or the celebrator? For some people, the words may seem synonymous and interchangeable, while some may not have even heard the word celebrator. Most people use the phrase “birthday celebrant” to refer to people who celebrate their birthday. Now, is this correct or is this only... Continue Reading →
i am tired. i am tired of feeling the same pain: the same frustration, the same loneliness, the same helplessness. i am tired of overthinking why i wasn’t, am not, cannot, have never been enough. i am tired of being only needed because i am convenient, of only being appreciated because i am a resolution,... Continue Reading →
Andrew pulled his blanket over to cover his head. The scratching sound began to sound even louder this time. He knew this room was cheap, that this is the only room he could afford, but what he did not know was the scratching that came from the closet. The scratching that comes to visit him... Continue Reading →
l was never romantic. Roses meant nothing, but just flowers my mother used to grow in her garden. Chocolate was nothing, but something that pleases me when l am depressed. l was never romantic. Candle lights? Well, they are a sign we haven’t paid our electric bill. Love Songs? Those are the stuff they play... 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 →
My previous post focused on the backwashes of dating people like me, an English and literature major. But of course, something that comes with disadvantages also comes with perks, especially English and/or literature majors. So here are some of the many perks one can enjoy by dating people like me. Free proofreading. Whether you ask... Continue Reading →
Dating an English and/or literature major has its perks, of course. Dating anybody has perks. But what few people know is that dating an English and/or literature major can also be very annoying. Here are some reasons why.Every thing you say or do gets alluded to any literary character or event. Having read so many... 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 →
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