You left your coffee by my windowsill And up till now I still wonder why You left that day without a reason No explanations, not even an excuse Your presence was my beacon My constant guidance and friend You sparked ashes back aflame You made … Continue reading A Year Without You (poem)
“Everyone’s got something. Some people are just better actors than others.” I remember discovering this book at a local bookstore smack-dab in the middle of my thesis year. I was so swamped with work – write ups, planning and designing, and consultations with … Continue reading Every Last Word (book review)
You once asked me why I still chose to stay, and I
answered you with saying that I didn’t know.
I’d like to apologize for lying, because
the truth is I do know – it was just too hard to say.
Maybe because I didn’t look forward to the
sleepless nights of doing paperwork and research,
and the tiresome hours of breaking my fingers with
drafting for the next project; maybe I was too
tired of my teachers that didn’t teach enough,
that didn’t care enough, that didn’t feel enough,
that studying meant nothing short of dying,
crying on the inside as we took our exams,
planning our grade’s funeral, jokingly planning
to serve Starbucks and Mrs. Fields at the wake of
our dying transcripts; maybe it was because of
the loneliness of realizing that even
though friends are there, no one could fully fill in that
emptiness inside that you feel, that the best company
you could have is just yourself. But maybe it was
because we felt happy and sad at the same time,
both full of energy and yet so tired,
a collection of ironies and paradoxes
that exist normally side by side within us.
Maybe it was because even though life gave us
crap we still found the stars hidden behind dark night clouds,
that we dug our heels deep enough to reach the diamonds
that shone iridescent.
If you would ask me again why I chose to stay,
maybe I’d answer that I’d feel it was worth it.
That I loved it, that it was life; but those words
wouldn’t even cover it, not enough.
would ever convey how hard it is we endure.
“Tell me something inspiring.” I looked over at my friend as he furrowed his brow at the unfinished floor plan before him. “C’mon. Tell me something real deep that gets you thinking.” “How deep do you think is the Pacific Ocean?” He threw a potato … Continue reading Airports (short story)
There are two things I’ve loved all my life: words and pictures. I remember being young and always asking my mom to go to the bookstore whenever we went out together, and for as long as my interest held, I walked the aisles of National … Continue reading A New Step Forward