Earlier today, I thought of searching spotify for songs that will help calm my devils. I found a few songs, but refused to make a playlist of it. I didn’t want to commit to this feeling, I told myself. This is just a phase. Continue reading
The passenger parallel to me has been writing on her notebook the entire flight. It’s amazing. She probably never stopped writing. I used to be capable of writing with pen and paper for hours and hours but now my hands can’t manage the stress. My hands get strained easily; which brings me to wonder how many other things will I love but eventually shed off. Like a thief in the night, there are changes that take more than what the eyes can see.
Last day in Singapore today. Typing on my phone, so excuse the lack of formatting or any typos that may arise. I just want to express myself in the moment. Continue reading
There are pieces of me that live in songs. Scarred lyrics and sound that take me to a very specific place and time.
The past few days were a rollercoaster–just the way I sometimes like it. Continue reading
Self-awareness. I worked (and am working hard) for that; and I don’t know what you heard but once you’ve cracked that open, there’s no turning back. Even if you change, being self-aware of your growth will keep you on your toes, and just the same, center you.
June was quite a silent month for this blog. Even in real life, I was feeling recluse and I suppose it was only natural that even digitally, the words were elusive. So let me start with my June take-away, Lexa.
Changing seasons always get to me. When it starts to rain, it does pour. Continue reading
You paint such a miserable picture like you had no hand on it. When you say you’re so happy that I’m gone, I feel sorry that your happiness is defined by my essence, still.
On my way to work, while waiting for a bus, it hit me. No one adjusts to me. I felt like a doormat.