First Poetry Slam Ever!

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This was me reciting my piece (for him) while he was there watching from the audience. [Disclaimer: No. He’s not the guy in the photo.]
It was probably one of the most nerve-racking yet the proudest moment I’ve given to myself. I made the bravest move I can. It was a bold and risky one, yet I was able to get  myself together and get through it. And for that, congratulations, self! Continue reading “First Poetry Slam Ever!”

Entry No.61

05/31

Has it ever crossed your mind if someone out there has a crush on you? That somehow, there is someone who is secretly falling head over heels about you. Someone who gets that little heart attack moment whenever they get see you. Someone who stutters a lot and even gets lost for words whenever they talk to you. Someone whose face begins to turn red whenever you utter compliments about them or you simply flash a smile to them. Someone who collects pictures of you. Someone who writes about you. Hey, don’t confuse me with stalkers. This idea just got me thinking for days now so I thought of writing them here. Maybe this kind of specie does exists. Maybe there is really that someone who’s out there fancied about your existence. Maybe they’re still taking in a lot of guts and courage to say “Hi!” to you. These are possibilities, possibilities and who knows, maybe I’m right? We just have to wait because, true enough, it’s much easier to recite in front of the class than to confess to someone you have a big crush on him.  

Friends for Keeps

h.jpg“Many friends come and go in life, but if you’re lucky, you’ll have a good one that sticks around for the long haul.” -Thought Catalog.

You really are lucky enough if you have those friends whom you have met since your first day in college and they are still there, maybe not physically present but you know with just one call or text, you’ll feel they’re nowhere too far from you to not save you from drowning in deep melancholy.

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Entry No.59

05/29

It was a pretty different day. I wasn’t expecting any call today then my phone rang. It was a call from my Kuya. Being not used to it, I asked why he called. Then he said, “Wala lang. Nangumusta lang.” Well, it may sound typical to anyone but for me, it was a bit of surprising to receive a ring from my Kuya who’s calling just to ask how I’m doing. Kinilig ako. Well, we both work here in Manila but we just see each other like every other week and he’s not really that type who’ll check up one me from time to time so I was really happy when he called. He even asked if I’m free on Tuesday! Yehesss! He’s gonna treat me on Starbucks! Yehey! Kampai to all lucky sisters who have generous brothers! Haha! I’m so lucky I have sibs! 

Entry No.58

05/28

I stayed in my dorm all day. I did not think of going out today unlike the other weekends. I need to save up. I am itching to buy that phone. Haha. I’ve been eyeing that phone like a candy on a store. That is why I’ve had to tighten my belt for weeks now to own that phone. Haha. Yes, I am pretty serious with this one. So today, I just tucked myself in my bed after I finished doing my laundry. I just kept myself busy in the online world. I really hope I could save up.  

Entry No.57

05/27

Hello, self. Let me give this one to you. Hear me out for I want to take this opportunity to make it up to you. Sorry. I want to say sorry for some things. Hear me out.

Sorry.

Sorry for always not believing in you. Sorry for holding back every time. Sorry for carrying so much self-doubt. I know you are more than capable of doing those things you never tried doing just because I am so afraid to fail. Sorry for being so scared to try. 

Sorry for always overthinking. Sorry for being not brave enough to contest my mind. Most of the time, pessimism clouds my thoughts and as a result, I end up hating you. 

Sorry for pushing you too hard sometimes. Sorry for making you so vulnerable to pain. Sorry for always making you feel weary, alone, sad, frustrated, disappointed, brokenhearted and all.

Sorry for all my shortcomings. Sorry. Sorry, self. Let me make it up to you.