February 2012
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I'm a hater. Get over it.
Minsan ko nalang ulit gagawin ‘to, because I honestly don’t think people like you are worth my time, and I’ve been trying to address this (and your very existence, for that matter) with as much disdain as possible. Yes, disdain, because what I feel for you is obviously not respect, and my keeping quiet is certainly not due to delicadeza, but because I know that you wouldn’t be smart enough to...
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To Boom and the other Booms of my life.
Good bye, Boom.
My hedgehog died today. I don’t know how old she was exactly, but I’ve had her for about a year and a week. Superman gave her (and her hubby) to me for my 20th birthday last year, when I really wanted hedgehogs. I named her Boom, and I named her husband Sonic.
We took care of them for a while, my family and I. We’d let them out of their cage and let them run around on the floor and...
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“I miss him terribly, which is strange, because we never really talked much when...”
– Perks of Being a Wallflower (via porkatwork)
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Pretty reckless, but totes worth it.
It’s so difficult to love someone in silence.
You have to content yourself with loving them from afar; with little things that don’t really mean anything. You content yourself with smiles that weren’t meant for you, and with “accidentally” running into them in the halls; with knowing that you know who they are and almost everything about them when they don’t know a thing about you.
But the worst...
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Z: "Basta wag kang gagaya sa'kin. Kinagat sarili para malaman kung masakit. Tangina sobrang tanga ko. Sakit ng braso ko hahahaha"
S: "Haha. Nagawa ko na yan. Hinulog ko sarili ko sa bangin kasi masarap lumipad, di ko naisip na pagbagsak ko sa lupa, sobrang sakit pala."
Z: "...ok... talo ako. Hahaha."
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A Story (not) for the Kids
This is a story I wrote for my CW100 class. It hasn’t been through the workshop yet so it’s still pretty rough around the edges, but I’m happy with it for the most part. Yes, I used my other piece of fiction (The Other Side of Ridiculous) as the first vignette, albeit modified slightly for tense consistency, etc.
July 2016
His hands are cold, clammy. He doesn’t know what to say....
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In the end, we’ll realize we’re just like everyone...
Let’s do meaningless things together.
It’ll be our little secret, (Even though I know that you’ll Tell your friends how it went— The same friends I know and love, Who’ve been through thick and thin— Because that’s just what boys do.)
Yes, it’ll be our little secret, (Even though the bruises on my knees Will tell my friends of the places I’ve been. And everyone will know ...
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Paper Trail
We both know that I’ll always see you And feel your heat in every dream. It doesn’t matter, now that we’ve twisted Ourselves into this hot, writhing mess Of limbs and shattered bones, Of questions and ill-regarded hope.
Some days, I buried myself in your scent Some days, you wasted away in mine.
I used to watch you through that open window And wonder how it would feel To be the one, for...