my favorite things


Raindrops and mermaids and coffee and chocolate
Folk-pop and sad songs and wise guys with cool taste
Comfortable rubber shoes perfect for gigs
These are a few of my favorite things

Mustard on burgers and french fries on sundaes
Long sleeves and leggings and denims that are frayed
Deep conversations with people who cling
These are a few of my favorite things

Bonfire when camping and movies at midnight
Silence and backpacks and sunsets and ziplines
All the bright colors that nature can bring
These are a few of my favorite things

When my heart aches
When my back hurts
When my money’s gone
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so mad

P.S. This is my version of Julie Andrew’s My Favorite Things! I started this last August just for fun and I saw the piece of paper I wrote it on and then decided to complete it with the things I like this 2017. Finally, 2018 is here (in a few minutes). Happy New Year, everyone! Keep writing! ☼

Seven Wonders


I have a thing with thoughts and word count. They’re challenging—forces you to rack your brain to create an idea that may be short with words but deep in meaning. Aside from the distinct ways on how we interpret things, it also gives the readers freedom to think beyond what’s given, to personalize what’s written in such a way that it touches the very core of their feelings, their emotions.

Today, I have listed down seven thoughts with just seven words each. Hence, the Seven Wonders: Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?

Now don’t expect too much. They are not on the inspiring side as what I’ve perceived it’s supposed to be from the prompt and this post is even categorized as Bitter, so.

  • The silence is never comforting. It’s scary.
  • You immortalized my sorrow without permission.
  • Love wrapped in indifference. The most problematic.
  • Ask only if you will listen wholeheartedly.
  • The lies I rehearse are the sweetest.
  • She didn’t look back. He understood why.
  • Love still makes the world go round.

What Used To Be



The street that gave color to my childhood is dull and empty, figuratively.

What was once a playground for kids who knew nothing is now a mere path which connects us to our houses, literally.

Innocence turned to ignorance, frankness changed to silence, and those who used to be friends are nothing more than just neighbors at this moment.

The familiarity of the place is not comforting anymore.

I never wanted to get out.


Daily Post’s West End Girls.

The Story of Us |Swift Saturdays

Swift Saturdays

I’ve never heard silence quite this loud.


Silence is overwhelming. Sometimes you want it, sometimes it bugs you. It’s also deafening.

There was a time when silence almost made me mad. I hated it. I was trying to make all the silly noises I could think of just so I could hear something louder than silence. But it teases you. And they win most of the time.

I never believed in this particular saying before: Nakakabingi ang katahimikan (Silence is deafening). But I did when I was in that moment. I didn’t realize that silence would irritate me even better than my younger brother could. And I don’t want to experience something like that again. If you only know the feeling, you’d understand.

Another kind of silence that makes you sick is the one when the person you’re talking to is not speaking. Not saying anything at all, for reasons he could only think of. That is distressing. It’s hard to wake up someone who’s not sleeping as much as it’s difficult to wait for a person to talk without being mute. Who wouldn’t hate that?

But then, there’s also the silence that I like. Calm and still. Harmony and peace. Soft sound resonating. Smooth music playing. The nature humming. Just the right amount of hushed and gentle. Serene and quiet. The silence that I’d cherish.

Mind Unlocked Again


Here’s what happened when I unlocked my mind for the second time:

I thought that while we could have a favorite song, choosing your favorite person is really hard. Because you think that choosing someone is the same as losing another, or everyone for that matter. But at the same time, we couldn’t just have one favorite. Coz that’s just insane.

I realized that the most important song for me at the moment is I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz my love. And when that song is playing, I think of my dreams, not of a man or a special someone. Yep, you heard that right.

I noticed that I could write more without my playlist on the background and with the television turned off. The silence kinds of make you feel one with the words. And thoughts are just pouring all over you have to catch them before they go.


This free writing thing is slowly getting to me. I like the idea of writing anything that comes out of your mind and just you know, keep on doing it. But I would lie if I say that I get the hang of it. Because I still stall (a lot) and I couldn’t help but edit when I notice something wrong (talk about a weird OCD, or is it?).