Another Original Work

One of my favorite works. It is all about a man I've been in love with since I was only 15, It sounds dramatic and cheesy but that is what I feel towards him. The catch is he never knew I exist. yes, I'm like a crazy stalker/ fan where my only connection to him was the power of the internet boarded by the ocean; he is a thousand mile away from here where I live, so it sucks.

This is a tribute to him.

Writing a Novel

For about a week now, I've been planning on writing a novel. This might not be the first time I've said it to myself (for the record, I keep telling that I would write something since I was only eleven) but for now, I've been researching a lot; from the possibility of a certain plot to the techniques of writing a good ass novel.

I've been reading and writing my own stuff back when I was only in fifth grade, where my only fan is my cousin Kat. She would literally just sit there and ask and ask for the next part of the story that I keep on writing in my head. I remembered once when we're only about ten and eleven, we were in a car coming back home from Cavite to Manila after celebrating the new year. The ride is obviously a long way from home so we decided to entertain ourselves to some Michael Jackson music and a few shared stories (from me) that are basically as the young ones call now "imagines."

The trip from the province to the city was quite enjoyable, I literally have to speed up my whole story just to get to the bottom of it, (Cavite from Manila you say) I did finish telling it to my cousin though. And that night I will always remember how the feeling of some door opening in front of me while I write down another set of stories on a sheet of paper from an old notebook, that this gon' be my purpose. This is it.  I am a freaking genius.


And so I thought...

After quite some time or after five years of failed attempts at writing, it's ghosts was and still is everywhere. From an old laptop's notepad application, from ripped pages from fifth, sixth grade back notebooks, and also from the never ending piles of actual notepads my ability and dream of writing became stagnant. Yes sure, I composed a lot of essays, short stories...but that;s about it.

Not until college...

Writing is crucial to my course, I picked Communications Arts by the way.

Yes, the girl who cannot read once and the girl who could not stand reading picked that course.

Life is full of surprises you know, and you can never tell what it might pull off this time. So keep it flowing.

Now, I began writing poems, started reading other poets' works like Lang Leav, Rupi Kaur & Michael Faudet. I keep on searching for others everywhere; you name it, just so I can fuel up my love for writing, my inspiration to keep going.
Now, I have decided to create the debut (yeah baby, I'm dropping a bomb)

I keep you posted on this topic to my obsession with art, music, and literature.

All I could post now about this debut novel is, it will be a historical, sci-fiction. That's about it. (my two favorite genres by the way)

Another One

Well, this is one of the latest poetry that I made. Some needed a lot of revising before I post all of them in this large void we all know as the internet. All of my poetry is based on my feelings, things that have happened to me, things I want to feel someday (like falling in love) and about people who pissed me off in a particular day and also the ones who makes me feel alive and breathing.

This one is about the other half of a relationship where she/he leaves his/her other half for not being in love anymore. That, it is not always the people who leave their technically exes, at fault. Sometimes, unloving someone that had been part of somebody's life is the first step to another adventure, another chapter of finding someone else or someone that fits perfectly, another chance of finding the one.

Date/Time Made: 4/30/2017 - 10:38 PM

I've composed this piece I think two months ago due to someone in my class who continually keeps on picking me, excuse some of its vulgar words for it suits the subject. I remember sitting alone writing this on my phone (because you know, nowadays pen and paper aren't that cool) remembering every single day she open that mouth of hers but nothing comes out beautiful; pure insecurity and boastful unaccredited talents. So "Revenge" happened.