Aug 21, 2014

On flying

My birthday is coming up next month (in 39 days) and I have this itch to just pack up and go out of the country for just a day. Literally. I'd leave on the 29th and be back for a quick birthday dinner on the 30th. Simple, right?

I have a lot of places on my list but I have a feeling I could do Singapore or Tokyo by myself. I would love to visit all the bookstores and art shops there and just basically walk everywhere. I need to check though if I can be able to pick something up other than photographs from each place because hello sad empty crying wallet but I guess postcards will be enough to keep me sane/sated.

While there's certainly too many things to do for the day (get done with this interview, finish the textbook, create a social media calendar for the pride march, meet and plan the next issue of FEIST, schedule tweets for the weekend for work, smoke, drink with friends later, oh and I forgot EAT omg I keep forgetting I have to feed myself), I can't stop myself from daydreaming about a solo getaway.

I wonder what I'll be writing about by then. 

Aug 17, 2014

Dear you

This is the day I will forget about you.

I defended your fucking ass for 16 years. When you told me you wanted to tear the family apart, i supported you. I was 10 years old then.

You were the first one who had an affair and kept at it. I never told anyone all the things you told me. I never spilled the beans no matter how many text messages, photos, and letters I've read and seen.

I constantly took your side in every argument. I no-questions-asked put you on a friggin fucking pedestal.

Not anymore.

After all this time, you still don't believe in me. After all this time, you still don't believe in what I tell you I can do.

I have been proving people wrong for the longest time. And if you still don't believe I can best life without that fucking piece of paper, then go ahead.

I don't need people in my life pulling me down. Mediocrity is a word I never want associated with me. And you're exactly that.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a father anymore.

Aug 5, 2014

New Layout

After 10 years, I finally breathe a new look to this blog. Let's see if we can sprinkle some words in too, eh?

Jul 17, 2014

Dear you

The poet in me wants to kiss you with deadly bittersweet syrupy words of

who am I kidding, there's no poet in here, I'm drained of the metaphors for how I truly feel.