{Fiction} Blank Canvas

No intro for this one.

[fiction] Girl

Poems are really my weakness. I don't really trust myself in writing poems.

{non-fiction} Chained on a Chair with the Lights Turned Off and the Door Padlocked

I’m not good with metaphors. And honestly speaking I don’t think I’m good at anything at all. Excuse me for saying such things. Maybe this is just me in my moment of weakness, no, let me rephrase that, me in my month of weakness. July wasn’t a very good one for me. There was always a time when I find myself crying at night or a time when my mood takes a turn for the worst. I know it’s August now but still I’m writing about the past month since I don’t think I would have been able to pull myself together if I wrote this at the exact time of my month of weakness.

{non-fiction} Calm down little girl

Seriously? It's just one message after another. I really don't know what the heck is happening anymore. I don't know what the heck is happening because he won't talk to me about it while you simply leave messages that I can't really answer because I don't know what the hell is happening between the two of you. I have a vague idea of why I got involved in this situation but I really don't see a reason for you to relate everything that is happening to my existence.

Hey, hey, hey little Love!

Love! You know who you are and our friends know who you are. I'm sorry for calling you little Love in the title, you may lack height but you sure do have a big heart <3 Anyway, I'm writing here right now to tell you something.

{Non-Fiction} What I want and what I get

It has been a while since I last posted here. Been a little busy lately, academic related stuff, organization stuff, and being busy being lazy (does this even have a point?). Anyway, so right now I just felt like posting something here so I'll just go with what was on my mind before I started typing this entry.

{Non-Fiction} Young, Wild, and Not So Free

At the age of 20 I think that the world is there for me to explore. Like seriously, at this age I still have tons of things that I want to experience. Being an only daughter of strict parents, I just can't do so. Sucks, right? That's why my title says "not so free" since my freedom on a scale of 1 - 10 with 10 being the highest I'd say it's around 5.

{Fiction} Perfect Moment

This was inspired by the movies and TV series I have watched over the summer.

{non-fiction} Little Miss Fighting Teacher

I know how I haven't been around physically for you for the last three years but I'm still here for you. This distance that's been keeping us apart, we just have to look at it as something to strengthen our relationship with each other. You're still one of my best friends, nothing will ever change that fact. I hold you dear in my life and I hope you know that, I don't really say it directly that much but I hope I make you feel that someone out there cares for you. I may not be around physically but if you need me there's a lot of ways for us to communicate.

{fiction} Baggage

Earlier today I was lying down on my bed doing nothing...well if you count listening to music as doing something then let me rephrase that, I was lying down in my bed while listening to music. I didn't feel like doing anything (hello miss lazy ass) at all. The weather was gloomy and I could hear the sound of thunder. I said to myself "I should write something later" and the outcome of my brainstorming earlier led to this: