Secret Admirer: A Stalker with Stationery 2
Rain, From a distance, I try to observe you subtly. Your presence had always made itself stand out from the common crowd, turning the ambiance creeping around the vicinity lighter. You are a breath of fresh air. It’s as if you have the power to redeem my soul from its tainted state. Once again, I thank the heavens above for sending you in my life. I stare at you intently, like an...
Secret Admirer: A Stalker with Stationery
Rain, There you go again, leaving me breathless with your presence. Do my weary eyes deceive me? I was not aware that the heavens could make such ethereal creature, with all the beauty you possess. You sense my existence and give me a smile that blinds my memory of a lonely exile. I am at a loss for words. It would be mindless of me to presume that my presence gives you a hint of delight. I...
Your maximum potential is infinite.
-Note to self. I’ve been very anxious about all the projects in school. I made a schedule for all the things to be done, taking note of the deadlines. Unfortunately, external factors came into play—like the brownout from 4am - 5:30pm last Sunday. And I planned to make 3 reports in that time span. I’m going to stop typing now and just do my stuff to keep up. I can do...
She writes of doting glances, coded messages, gentle kisses under the starlit sky and the moonstruck night, and secret rendezvous. She yearns for freedom, understanding, and acceptance.
If death was with you on your bedside, would you force yourself to sleep? You take note of your surroundings. The gentle pattering of the raindrops against your window; the radiance of the pale moonlight reflecting on the lake; the ever shining glory of the stars, demanding a glance from you and, the evening breeze that tickles your skin, making you close your eyes, savoring the state of...
When will the sun and the moon stop playing their...
Do they even realize that some people become prisoners of time zones?
For the love of Psychology.
University of San Carlos, BS Psychology, Batch 2012. Onward!
Of silence and echoes
The silence echoes along the walls endlessly, taunting you with your misery. It locks your prison wall, making your escape impossible. It mocks you with every move you make. It tightens its clutches on your neck. You grab a piece of paper, and proceed in writing your favorite form of literature. Like the current of a waterfall, your words flow swiftly as if it knows your need of releasing the...
Why do we bother trying to be happy if happiness...
The world you are in is like a current that flows on and on. It constantly changes in every blink of an eye. Once you’ll wake up, it won’t be in the same state as it was when you fell asleep. Most people embrace this phenomenon, clutching onto the changes, twisting them and then making it seem like they owned them in the first place. You are the exact opposite. You let the world slip...
Here we go again.
One breath at a time. You are into your usual dreamlike state, floating carelessly into your own world. The time passes by unnoticed and you remain disconnected from the outside forces of reality. You are invincible. The doors in your mind are tightly shut, leaving no space for the unwanted forces who threaten to come inside. You lock yourself out from all the harsh things in the world—the...
A Pointless Entry
With all the things around you changing, you find yourself constantly wrapped around the feeling of sadness. Now you can only embrace it back, clinging to the only thing you find familiar. Comforting yet disheartening at the same time.
Every night I wonder what will become of me.
Like calls to like or opposites attract? Actions speak louder than words or the pen is mightier than the sword? Absence makes the heart grow fonder or out of sight, out of mind? Better safe than sorry or nothing ventured, nothing gained? He who hesitates is lost or haste makes waste? Tell me.
Day Ten: One confession.
I took Psychology as my major because I wanted to understand human behavior. I wanted to help the people who find themselves lost and confused by guiding them in their choices. I still remember the first day of class in the university when my teacher said that our course wouldn’t make us rich. He stated that we should be prepared with the demands of school work—that we should put it...
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
1. Intelligence. This explains why I have a crush on a teacher. ;) 2. Modesty. I love being with people who are extremely awesome yet humble at the same time. It makes me feel safe, knowing that they’re not up for a competition. 3. Kindness. Kind people are quite rare these days, so meeting one makes me feel good inside.