Level up, baby!

I don’t understand why some people will try so hard to take one’s sunshine. I’m very furious about this hater(s) my friend has. All she does is to post or email her harsh comments about her life, her past and just everything about her. And also, my friend’s facebook account has been hacked, and what this hacker does is to post unnecessary, below-the-belt status and comments. For those who have been cyber- bullied or bullied in any way possible:...

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Not a TomKat fairytale

For how many weeks now, I am so into Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise's break-up. Every morning, I visit People.com to know what the latest is. I was shocked, maybe as shocked as Tom Cruise when I found out about the divorce. They seemed to be very happy together. In pictures, there was nothing but smile and happiness and contentment. Katie seemed to be a lucky girl who married his Prince Charming and Tom Cruise is., well Tom Cruise is Tom Cruise....

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TIME MACHINE

Is there a real Doraemon? I envy Nobita for he have this friend who can give him anything that he desires. Anything seems to be in Doraemon’s pocket. If along the way, I bumped into Doraemon, I will ask him just one thing. I’ll ask him to lend me his time machine. Doraemon and his time machine There are times that I wanted to go back to time. To express unsaid appreciation, to take back hurtful words, to give way to emotions outpouring,...

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L.O.S.T

I’m bad at directions. People who know me can account many stories to prove how factual that is.  And people who don’t, can conclude that immediately once they asked me the “where” questions.  It’s just that, even I tried so hard to pay attention to street names and numbers, landmarks and any other signage, I just can’t. I have this kind of stupidity, a rare kind in which I can be lost a few times in places that I’d already been....

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Your story. My promise.

It’s been a while since I last write about things that matter to me the most (love letters not included).  I guess it’s been a decade since I made a promise that I won’t write again, that I won’t be read again without paying tribute first to the person I admire the most. To the woman I look up to the most. To my mother to whom I owe my life with. I don’t intend to start my blog with melancholic writings. But I know, this is something that I...

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