It would be a complete heresy not to make this post after 1.) the long drive Ate Kaye made for us to Tagaytay and 2.) the epic paragliding fail (you let us down, you), and 3.) the sweet, unproductive weekend
Love has a post. The week leading to this Saturday was a quiet one. One that sounded like となりの怪物くん’s OST on repeat while I cleaned up delinquent story lines and messy paragraphs, cutting down chunks with a chainsaw and frequently
Is this a non-weekend post? It is a non-weekend post! I’m resting my head from all those intentionally well-thought-of (but rather tacky) words for a breather. And also, I’m working on something that’s, um, really trying. So trying that my
I don’t mean to stir your envy, but I have been getting pleasant sleep this week, and I think I know why. Three words: nostalgic brain click. Doesn’t make sense? How about this: when was the last time you accessed
Which, to begin with, I deeply apologize for. The 2nd week of March was me running after a heartbreak. And another. It just keeps on rolling. The climax is me, opening my arms and finally embracing this *pain* because, God,
This is the truth: my blog is still alive. My reason for being MIA was that 1.) The people have been sick and I don’t want to be, so air, sunlight and a lot of Vitamin C, 2.) I was
