The past year saw me gaining more than 2000 followers. I’ve now personally met 10 bloggers from WordPress. And I began blogging about clothes and fashion, which I normally don’t.
Would it be strange to take the word of the heartbreaker and use it to alleviate the pain? Like the poisoner telling you the antidote.
Dressing up usually starts me picking what shirt to wear. At times, it depends on what weather is inflicted on the city but most times it’s about what mood I have.
The ring dimmed. Foot falls were heard. A sole light searched for the lone player, who was at the opposite end of the ring. I think it was a man. But that was all. Even with the light shone on him, something dark surrounded him. I couldn’t discern anything else.
I don’t feel like doing it but I must.
I just have to do what is right.
And what’s right for me isn’t there.
Personally, breakfast food is so good, it should be served all day. That’s why I love places like IHOP because not only is the breakfast menu extensive, they serve it even at night.
… [While] one foot is in the office officially pounding away at the keyboard, the other is at home packing for the weekend.
For something small, it felt big. And now that I remember it, it’s hard to just forget about it. I can no longer keep underneath my bed.
Wag ka muna mag tag-ulan, ndi pa handa aking feelings haha — Joseph Morong (@Joseph_Morong) May 28, 2015 [Don’t you bring the rainy season for now, my feelings are still not ready yet.] It’s been said that the Philippines has only two seasons: hot and hotter. Because of climate changes, even the cold that the…
I enter her temple. Invisible, constant, unmanned, delicate, and bizarre. It is a shrine built by the winds, carried by the sun, and veiled by the moon. She is the muse and the place is hers, a museum. Its windows are on the ceiling. Its solitary door remains on the floor. Without her, the hall is quiet, cold, and dark. But it is not empty.
On one edge, I up my game: clothes, hair, smarts. I use basically every are I have. I become a shinier, cleaner, proper version of me. Then there is the other edge. I act different from who I usually am. Though recognizable, yet somehow strange: louder, brasher, and stranger.
While the train has not yet left the station, its doors are already closed. There’s no way of opening them from my side. And all that the driver awaits for is the signal.