I lost my Mama. It is almost three months today. Her passing came like a whirlwind, like a tornado. All swift and instant. Leaving you devastated and ground zero. Losing someone in the family to an illness is nothing to compare the feeling of hurt, longing, anger and sadness. I am not yet okay. It … Continue reading I Just Have To
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Breathing
The year is 2020 and days, weeks and months are pushing towards end of the year, almost. The month is July. I am sitting in my bunk bed. Spotify ringing in my ear enveloping this well of emotions turn into words transcending from my mind down to my fingertips. Pressing these keys with letters feels … Continue reading Breathing
Light Your Little Corner
This is me dusting the part where the dust has settled. Someone (bestfriend-turned-twin sister) told me that I needed to have an update. That I have a lot of stories to tell and it is indeed collecting dust—my blog. Of all the goings I have had since my last post, it was as if time … Continue reading Light Your Little Corner
Happy New Year And What’s Up?
Overdue. But let me get through this. This is my new year. Another year to spend. There was no New Year's eve dinner for us. Nothing fancy menu or the special menu we curate for the celebration. We only shared our normal dinner to get by. I am unhappy to make out of something … Continue reading Happy New Year And What’s Up?
Threshold
This waiting game is getting me sucked in this paranoia of oblivion. The what if's are just at bay. I am not flipping out. There's this part of me that keeps on saying that something is beginning, something is changing. Over the past weeks, counting the days, being oblivious of time trying to let my … Continue reading Threshold
Embracing Getting By
I am about to finish reading The Great Gatsby. It has sat on top of my mother's magazine stack for I don't know how long. It has sat on the bed, on the console table, on the couch and on the dinner table. Whenever I get the sense of reading it I just sweep it … Continue reading Embracing Getting By
How To Slack
I don't know. I see myself as a slacker for the past, what, almost 3 years. I don't know how time has really flown. Wait. Time has gone away and I am left hanging out to dry. To be straight, it is all me here taking this soapbox. No people listening, just me out there. … Continue reading How To Slack