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Filipino Kid Problems

As a kid I’d sometimes end up sneaking in the bright-less night

Craving for some cold sweet dessert in a freezing box with light

Opening my fridge door, seeing a familiar red container

I got myself a spoon and cup, unable to wait any longer

Here I am on the counter, sighing in relief

That my craving  for some Ice cream will be satisfied as I’ve wished

But I opened it and cold steam rose to hit my face

I’ll exaggerate but I had some tears out of full distaste

Like most Filipino kids, we’d expect a nice sweet dish

But end up shoving it back in the box, after finding out that it was just fish.

Daily Prompt: Trio No. 3.

The Color of Life

“Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?”

Trying  to consider the color and the object which I think has the most meaning, I think I would like to keep a bottle or a vial of blood with a healthy amount of oxygen. Continue reading

All You Need Is Coffee.

  In Taft, it is usual that the favorite coffee shop hangouts of the students are Starbucks, Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, Noriter, and Cafe De Seoul. But after some persistent suggesting from my  dearest cupcake (I call my boyfriend Blue, ‘cupcake’ hihi), he finally got me agreeing to go with him to this place called Lucky Bean Coffee Bar, which is located in front of DLSU (somewhat near North Gate/Henry Sy Gate, only more of being in front of the LS Building).

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An Analogy.


There was a kid with a stuffed toy on a small roller coaster. I guess it went too fast that the kid got scared and ended up crying all the time.

But then what was she even scared about? I believe she was scared of losing that stuffed toy she had with her.

I could see that there is more than one way to lose it.

Without proper care, the stuffed toy could end up broken, and she had to let it go.

If she kept pushing it away from her, she’ll lose it and it will never come back. It’s even possible that another child will learn to love it, and take care of it better than she did.

Or maybe the roller coaster just went too fast that she lost her hold on it.

She never wanted to let go of it, even if there are better ones out there.

Maybe all she wanted was someone to keep her company. Someone she could open up to, and be herself with. Someone who would listen, understand and won’t judge. Someone who would always be there for her as much as she seemed like she wanted to push them away.

That was just a maybe, and it sounded pretty selfish.
As imaginative as can be, her standards were set high.
But she gave them up for that stuffed toy.

No matter how many imperfections that stuffed toy had and how her mother wants her to get rid of it, she loved it. Even if she knew that it doesn’t budge, she still loved it.

Her older brother would always say that you should learn how to love yourself, before you could love anyone else.

Perhaps she loved it too much that she forgot how to.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have loved it at all.

But there’s nothing she could do about it now—she just loves it, and that’s that.

She’ll just wait for that stuffed toy to leave her on it’s own.