• Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    Coordinating conjunctions go hand in hand with me.

    For you, at the very least, I would walk to the ends of this earth
    And neither hell
    Nor high water can deter me.
    But you’re either incredibly ignorant of the suffering I’m enduring for you,
    Or you willingly turn a blind eye to my sacrifice. I want to cry out in agony,
    Yet my lips are sealed, overcome by soft-spokenness and fear
    So I write, the conjunctions a metaphor for hidden emotions.
    Inspired by the lecture in English class last Thursday.
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  • Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    The Love of a Writer

    The love of a writer runs deep as the words she puts to paper.
    She scrutinizes every paragraph, every sentence, trying to make sure that it conveys the exact magnitude of emotions she holds.
    She wastes hours hunched over her desk, fervently scribbling yet another love poem that he will never read.
    She holds a pen in place of his hand. Endless amounts of ink flow as she continually tries to convince herself that he will fall for the words she has written about him.
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  • Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    The Green Line

    The machine hooked to her skeletal body beeped softly. The bright green line resembled mountain peaks. Her heartbeat was erratic.
    The boy closed his eyes and prepared to spend yet another night in the hospital room. It had been a year since the accident.
    He could still remember the phone call from his girlfriend’s mom; how he had raced to the hospital; how he saw her family’s tears; how the doctor broke the news: she was never to wake again. The doctor had declared her brain-dead.
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  • College life,  Family,  Positivity,  Relationships,  Ruminations

    New Year’s Resolutions: A Check-Up

    Last January, I wrote down all the things I hope to accomplish in 2010. Now, it’s June, and I wanted to see how well I’ve been holding up my New Year’s resolutions.

    I will get over my broken heart.

    Easier said than done; I never was one to easily let go of people, let alone my longest, most serious relationship to date. I can still remember the night I realized that I had fallen out of love.
    It was a school night, a hot and sticky night. I was lying in bed when all of a sudden, my ex-boyfriend texted me. We got to talking, and halfway through our conversation I realized that I was bored. My heart wasn’t pounding hard, I wasn’t reminiscing of the good times we had—I was actually really, completely, totally bored with the conversation.
    I had cried rivers of tears. My pillow had seen so many sleepless nights. The heartbreak felt like it would never end.
    It was the most ecstatic feeling to know that I had overcome that.
     

    I will study harder.

    Aaaaah, every student’s New Year’s resolution! Unfortunately, one I could not keep.
    In the last semester of my first year in college, I got the lowest grades I have ever received in my whole life.
    The first thing I thought of was my family and their reactions. Despite being the black sheep from time to time, I love my family and hate to disappoint them. My poor academic performance will most certainly not be a cause for their celebration.
    Breaking down in tears, I texted my best friend, asking him to call because I really needed to talk to someone. To add to my chagrin, my mom arrived while I was in the midst of my crying fit. She took one look at my tearstained face and tangled hair (on which I was pulling out of despair) and said, “Nakita mo na grades mo ‘no?”
     

    I will be a better friend.

    I’d like to say I have accomplished this, but my friends might think otherwise, so… Can anyone testify to this?
     

    Lose weight.

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  • Music,  Relationships

    The evolution of heartache, as told by music

    Took this from my private blog. This was written months ago.
    Music heals heartbreak. It’s a universal thing. When people are depressed about their love lives, they plug in their iPods, turn the volume up, and start sobbing over sappy love songs, reminiscing about their exes. Everyone goes through this, and everyone has a playlist: their personal soundtrack detailing the ups and downs of their heartbreak.
     
    Without further ado, here is my playlist.
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  • Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    Farewell

    “I’m going.”
    Those words, those two simple words, made my breath catch. My mind struggled to make sense of this piece of information. “Where?”
    “To America. Chicago, actually. My dad’s being relocated.”
    Silence. Then…
    “Oh,” I said with an attempt at a smile. It came off as a wince. “When?”
    “Next week.”
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  • Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    Wishes

    Shooting stars falling from the sky
    are dead stars. Lifeless
    but renew hope in those who see them.
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