The encounters where I cannot afford to give an answer to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” has finally come to an end, for now. …

Living is an art, not a science. To deal with people is what makes life reach its peak complexity. They will eventually contribute to the things that make up our entirety. Our trails will also become theirs, and our story will eventually be told as one. Maybe in this reality…

The deafening blast that the firecrackers are making as we celebrate the nearing embark of another year is making my ears bleed and my pet cat, Gondry, doesn’t seem to be ecstatic at the moment unlike my family, who keeps on eating and singing and talking endlessly. I wonder where…

It’s been two days already since my senior year has begun. Surprisingly, breathing is still possible and my friends and I are out for a karaoke mini party after school. I can hear my friends order some bottled beer while I scan the page of the songbook with songs that…

Sipping a cold and sweetened coffee while having to familiarize again these high school lessons I’ve had over some years ago has never been so easy as you grab my hand the moment you witness the first tear trying to make its way out of my eye down to my…

Night 1: When the ocean meets the moon The first tide. To be shallow and deep is a profound yet, a perceivable trait that I have. I just simply don’t let anyone get near me, not even mountains that have trees. These big sleeping giants think that they are strong…

Things surely pass quickly. Family, friends, or season. And being able to cross paths with you turned my cold and dark winter to a colorful and unforgettable spring. Having you made me feel the love I’ve never imagined in my entire life. And giving that kind of love to you…

Waiting for something is like lingering in a dimension where the only certain thing is uncertainty. But being situated in that condition also allows us to be certain for the impossible things. Art can be perceived as something beautiful and meaningful. It could be seen almost everywhere; through the sturdiest…

The sun shines on everything under it, from the beautiful ones, down to the ugliest pieces that comprise our entire being. Personally, looking at those jolly people is like looking at direct sunlight; it hurts my eyes. And to be frank, people like them are I found the most uncomfortable…