Finite, Unpredictable and Brief #3


It’s been awhile since I’ve last heard the silence that could pierce a heart. It is probably the only reason why I tried to open my eyes in the first place, to see what was really going on. Continue reading “Finite, Unpredictable and Brief #3”


Winter Korea


Traveling abroad was one of my dreams ever since I was a child so when my co-workers invited me to go to Korea with them, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Who doesn’t want to go to Korea, right? A country known for its cosmetic industry and Kpops – of course, I’ve always wanted to know more about its culture. Continue reading “Winter Korea”



Heartbeats. Smiles. Exhales. I think it all started with that.

Somewhere, in a small well-lighted place, underneath a different October sky, everything was soft and static. There was a girl wearing a swagger pants and a white t-shirt. Her smile was wide and full of meaning. She was among the crowd yet she stood up there like a glittered light, like she was the only one moving in the center of the jam. She owned the place like a spotlight. Continue reading “Matchsticks”

Finite, Unpredictable and Brief #2


He was standing at the porch that day, waiting for me to come home. He has always been a brat for that. He said today he’s going to teach me our math lesson, apparently because I scored the lowest on our exam while he did fair. But I knew he only wanted to tease me out of it. Continue reading “Finite, Unpredictable and Brief #2”

Waiting for April


This is a book that you’d definitely need if you’re in for a slump and romantic sci-fi contemporary. It has everything in it: romance, drama, action, mystery, fanstasy and tragedy *winks* Continue reading “Waiting for April”

midnight thoughts : her


“If you were in my position, what would you do?” She asked silently like a mute.

A tear formed in the corners of her eyes as she ushered herself back to shut the door that holds her vulnerabilty. She’s done. She wanted to cry at that very moment but clearly, she wanted herself to become a fighter. A fighter does not cry in times of great misery, instead they device a plan to get back on track. And that is what she wanted to do. So she walked past to through the gallery of people and wiped the small sweat that escaped her eyes. Continue reading “midnight thoughts : her”