Yep

Of course,
someone else
could have written
it way better
than you did.
Perfect grammar,
deep sentences,
beautiful metaphors.
But where would
be the substance in that?
People will always
have something to say.
Improve this,
Change that.
But that’s okay.
They’re not the ones
in your shoes anyway.
No one can put it
the way you did.

A Day In The Month of November

I found myself in a dark alley I have never been to until now. The wind was chilling and the breaking of the autumn leaves can be heard outside. I was about to go to this girl to ask where are we exactly. She noticed me and after a few seconds of awkward stares, she ran towards the end of the alley and I went to follow her.

“Wait!” I shouted but I don’t think she heard me.

She raced towards where the sun was shining. My stamina was declining, I don’t think I can keep up anymore. Just as I was about to halt, she paused and turned to me. This girl… I know her. Her lips curved to a smile before she can be drawn into the light. I have questions for her, she can’t possibly leave me behind.

As I reached outside, cold wind brushed up by my side. There was no sight of her. I looked everywhere from the playground where the kids don’t seem to notice my panic to the benches where I would usually eat my Wednesday breakfast bagel with her to the sea which smells immediately occupied my asthmatic lungs.

There was no An.

The thought itself was lonely because it just felt so right for her to be here. Just let her go. My sore feet walked slowly towards the bench with the best paint. An picked that herself. But I can’t let her go.

The Irony

Remember
when you were young
and you thought
everyone who
makes your heart beat fast,
carves a smile into your face
and drives you sleepless every night
was The One?
You said ‘I love you’
when what you just meant was
‘I like you’.

And as time passed by,
you made the same mistake
over and over again.

Now that you are already an adult,
you learned to be reluctant
of saying those three words.
Even if your heart is beating faster
than ever before,
you are smiling like
it is the last day on earth,
And you are dreaming
even if you are wide awake.
You say ‘I like you’
when what you really mean is
‘I love you’.

 

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Children’s Bible Censorship and Stuff

If you are going to read this article, I need you to be open-minded. Because I am. There was just this memory from my childhood that I just recalled now as an adult about, well, the Bible.

First of all, I think it is an important fact to say that I was born and raised as a Catholic Christian. I read the whole the Bible a lot of times in my whole life. I’m not trying to sound religious or what because I am not, but I just realized something last night as I was rereading the Children’s Bible (I think I read this more than the number of my fingers when I was just a child) last night.

It was censored. 

I’m Not A Dreamer, I’m A Realistic Optimist

So lately I have been making plans for my future. People cannot help to raise eyebrows because they thought I failed to see the hindrances along the path I would like to take.

First of all, I am not the type of dreamer who will just sit around and waste time just imagining good things to happen. I make sure I get what I want, not because I’m a spoiled brat but rather I work hard and I deserve it.

If I say I want to travel, I do not let my parents spend money for that passion of mine. I know for a fact that I came from a family with an average income. So I enter essay-writing contests, work for part-time jobs and keep a huge amount of my allowance for me to pursue  that journey. I gained the skill in booking low-fare flights and going along with other friends who share the same passion.

If I say I want to study in Europe, I participate in organizations that can make that dream possible. ‘If there’s a will, there’s a way’ as the old saying goes. I know it would be tough and there are limited slots for the scholarship. The cost of living would be my primary nemesis but I will find a way to work this out. I know I am qualified not just because I have the guts but I also have the skills. Moreover this dream is not just for myself, I want to use whatever I am going to learn for my country, the Philippines.

Life is too short not to follow your dreams. I may sound ambitious but at least I will not grow old stuck on something I never wanted in the first place. Confidence is always the key. And I don’t believe in luck or depending on others to achieve what I am longing for, I believe in my own authentic ways.

 

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My Unforgetfulness

Day after day,
Month after month,
Year after year,
There is one thing I can promise you:
You are the cliché
I will never get used to.

You are the cigarettes
I have burnt in my mouth.
I let your taste linger
As if I cannot live without.

Why I Feel Sad Being Told To Become A Lawyer

Sure. It’s a compliment. Pursuing law is like throwing yourself into a battlefield where only few survives. It’s not for everyone. The thought that some people believe you can withstand that kind of pressure is overwhelming.

Sense of justice. They say I have it based on the articles I have published here and well, the way I talk about corruption and rights. This is the part that gives me a slight hint of disappointment. I mean it is a bit of a stereotype, isn’t it? Why is having great sense of justice a superficial trait to have these days? Maybe it’s just my idealism but I think it should just be common for everyone given the fact that we are rational beings.

Anyhow I agree that judges and lawyers should be the ones upholding the moral value of justice the most among men and women. Role model kind of stuff. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of responsibility. Like I said it’s not for everyone and I’m not sure if it is something for me. Well, maybe someday, who knows.

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