Emotional nonsense

Five years and a thousand splendid suns ago, I was new to the blogging world. I was the hormonal teenager who used the Internet to spread broken pieces of her little heart. Thank God I left this as a draft in my first blog:

This is why I hate falling in love. I don’t know what I’m saying! The pain of bullets are sporadic yet they attack hard every time making me spill every damn thing on this blog.

A hard fall.. but tonight, you memory, I’ll leave you in the dumpsite. You belong in the bitter well. To drown. Even if the echo of your drowning will remain in my heart. I will always be here. If you choose her, I’ll be okay.

Don’t worry about me. She needs you more. She needs you, breathlessly. Even if I’ll be in pain it’s okay. I just want you to smile and remember. Ill always be your friend.

Before anything, give me a minute to puke in my mouth a little. Forgive me, I was fragile and heartbroken. I don’t even remember who the YOU I am referring to here. Liar! For all I know, it’s James Franco! Not even close.

Seriously, though… The pain of bullets? The bitter well? The echo of your drowning? She needs you, breathlessly??? What the fuck was I trying to say? hahahaha Right, I made no sense and love was all to blame. My writing was all over the place and love was to blame.



On A Rainy Day

On A Rainy Day

This photo which was taken circa August 2012 shows me and my girls Zelpha and Karen. We were in our usual area in JSEC, a favorite lunch spot in Ateneo. It was a rainy day and we were letting time pass till our next class. We were running out of things to talk about, so I decided to read them a special entry in my journal entitled “What Makes A Man A Man?”

Clearly, this photo was staged. Fun times, fun times!