Even if we're thousand miles apart,
Regardless of how far or distant,
And how much our times differ,
In the end,
We're still standing under...
Surviving Haiyan: The World's Strongest MegastormSURVIVING HAIYAN
THE DAY BEFORE HAIYAN
We had known that a Super Typhoon was going to hit us, and so we prepared for the worst. My parents secured the roof of our house, cut down the huge branches of the nearby trees, and prepared a bag full of clothes, flashlights, and canned goods. Because my parents work for the San Joaquin parish church and are close friends of the parish priest, Fr. Kelvin Apurillo, the latter invited us to stay in the church's rectory since it was more durable than our house. However, we had to decline the invitation as we had to assist my aunt in taking care of my 85-year old grandmother who both lived in our ancestral house which was located just across our home. My Mother had instructed me that very night to stay at my Grandma's place for the night and they would just follow the next day.
THE DAY OF HAIYAN
I woke up at 5:30AM that day--I don't usually wake up at this time of the day--but I did. My aunt w
The Light Beyond Ch. 8Chapter 8: War of Beauties
Oh my God! I cant believe Im here!
Lina gave a droll stare on Anna as she watched her hyperventilate and bead cold sweats inside the fully air-conditioned venue of her Aunt Mimis party. While the others including her are enjoying the food and good music, her friend is at the verge of fainting. Her knees are trembling and her face had lost color despite of having make-up.
Anna is supposed to be the one who should watch after her in case she feel sick again but it looks like things are going the other way around.
Lina tried to pick another taco from her plate only to find it empty for the third time. Geez, dont they have bigger plates. She complained mentally. Hey, are you okay here by yourself? she asked Anna.
By the start of the evening, there were six of them in their table but as minutes passed each of her associates decided to engage into som
The Light Beyond Ch. 7Chapter 7: Chameleon
Like an explosion, Lina blasted in a sitting position looking at her friend in disbelief. She couldnt have been more stunned if Anna had grabbed the clinics IV pole and smashed it to her face. WHAT!? she screamed, making Anna flinch a little on her sudden aggression. Because honestly, who wouldnt, her voice had been hostile and loud, loud enough for even the students from outside to hear. You called my Dad? she asked, Anna nodded. Why did you do that?
Well, Dr. Fielder says that you might need a hospital attention. So I checked your phone, I saw his number. So I called him. Whats wrong with that?
Her jaws dropped. This day couldnt get any worse. She missed her appointment and shes sure that Cast is still waiting for her while shes still helpless to do anything to wait for her body to handle herself. Oh damn it!
W-what? Why? What
The Light Beyond Ch. 6Chapter 6: Secret and Secrets
Lina was still thinking too much of the great day that shed just spent that she didnt notice that shes only a few centimeters close from hitting herself right directly into a grey van parked in front of the vacant house beside her home. Good thing that she was fast enough to press the break before she could end up in a total catastrophe.
New neighbor? Lina mused when she saw the van and the cargo boxes and some furniture scattered all around it.
Or maybe to be more precise, a neighbor.
Lina admits that shes a loner type of person and she doesnt like too many people running around her neighborhood. So when her Dad made her picked her choice of home, she chooses the one that is kind of spaced away from the rest that even the house next to hers is unoccupied.
But now, so much for spacing away. The empty house that had been like a decoration for the nearby l
Please ListenThey never listen, they never will.
I have a lot of things to say.
A lot of things that I wish they could have heard.
I wish they could have understand.
But none, none of them cared.
In the end, all the blames are mine.
And they never even considered if they are at fault.
Years had passed and my concerns were gone in the wind.
What was left in me is a wound and hole in my heart that knows no cure.
And now they ask what had I'd become.
Asking me where had they gone wrong.
And I can't tell since they won't still care.
They won't still listen.
If only they did, even just once.
If only they did not taken my feelings for granted.
If only they didn't see my concerns are ridiculous.
If only they had listened.
Maybe things could have been better.
Maybe I didn't turn into this.
And they won't be seeking answers while staying ignorant.
Giving all the blames to me.
Saying that I'd never been good enough.
Saying that I'm a plague on them.
A disease that is growing uncurable.
A disappointment that
The Light Beyond Ch. 5Chapter 5: Movie
Cast's mind was into a deep space that he didn't even notice that Lina had already arrived. He'd only been aware of her presence when he heard the squeak of the chair as she dragged in on the other side of the table. "Hi," she greeted warmly on him using those charming smiles of her.
Cast breath almost abandoned his body when he took his first glance on her. He doesn't know whether she had or not had done something to herself but she looked more stunning than before. And his void expression instantly lightens up on just a simple glimpse on her. "Hi," he greeted back wholeheartedly.
"You're already here? Am I late?"
"No, you're just in time. I'm early."
"Good thing to know. So what's for today?"
"Heaps and they're already settled." Cast has sets everything for the day. But before they go through that, he needed to do something first before it slipped off his mind again. His brain isn't that straighten
sometimesthe rocks speak
to my bones like
long lost friends
and i wonder what
i missed while my eyes
were clamped shut.
ways to describe a dead boy's instagram account1.
it was horribly horribly vacant.
the last post (a selfie) was from nine days ago.
i should mention that he never
goes a day without posting selfies.
but then again, does anyone?
we don't seem to realize it
until it actually happens; how
people will be there one day -
smiling at you, maybe laughing,
maybe arguing - and will then be gone
but dwelling on things
is something i said i could never do.
and i always keep my word.
you know how when you have a crush
on a really cute person
and end up stalking them until you can't
stalk them anymore because there aren't
any more new pictures? that's what it feels like.
except maybe ten times worse
because that's when you realize
how his eyes turned a little to the left
and down onto the ground when he smiled,
from hugs, how he crossed his fingers
when looking into the camera lens.
but the worst part is when
you see his hand holding yours
and he's looking down a
ampersand. inside me i have a
hundred different storms
the wind is harsh and the rain
is cold, but i stand
with upturned palms
in the face of it all. the eye of the
tornado is a
beautiful thing. to the left is the house
i used to occupy but
never lived in, and above my
buzzed out head the
paint is peeling off the
walls, freshly painted, dried and
already dying; a flower
nobody cared to water. all the plants around the
ripped up by the things we never
got to say. i miss you
and the way you always told the thunder
to stop, but i am now
almost eighteen (which is very different
from freshly seventeen), and i see now
that all you did
was put a cap on the flood.
when the wind drops and
falls back to below my shoulders, i
open my mouth
and taste blood. let it
Dreaming on Apollo's MoonAnother night lit sleepless journey
I sauntered atop a twilight pool
In echoing my reflection wavered
Spoke the darkness to a fool
Then, arose a void knight in valiant form
Culling forcibly the luminous of stars
Then, I peered bedazzled at furious swarm
Swelling in cadaver like fireflies in jars
In chaos reign forged Apollo
It's the curse of the azure sky
Banishing midnights enchantment
For the fool to speculate why
Glassyif i waited till the next
thunder storm, buried
my heart in the sand,
and let the lighting strike,
i'd have the perfect present
for you, encased in glass
And Then She Was Born and Spoilt It AllThey say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But sometimes - I'd rather say, often - beauty becomes the synonym of perfection.
Either perfection or nothing.
Imperfect result is equal to zero result.
All criteria must be accomplished, or it all is a flop.
There are seven criteria.
There could be more, but I'll stop here.
Doesn't remind you of anything?
"Please tell me if she has brain pathologies".
"Why do you think so?"
"She got a B. And she knows it well that she must only get As".
"I've got an impression that you had a plan of her development before she was born..."
"Yes! And then she was born and spoilt it all!"
Every moment is precious.
By the time she's one, she is to be able to speak frequently, and two languages at least.
By the time she's two, she must be able to read and write.
By the time she's three, she is to begin studying at school.
Preferably not with snot-noses from first grade.
By the time she's f
I have to be strong not for me
But for everyone else
I want to cry I want to scream
But few can see my hollow tears
I need you near to keep me sane
But the thought of your pain makes me sad
I want to hide and cry alone
But you are here and it keeps me real
I know you say you've left this solid ground
But in my heart you still live
You've kept me together for so long
So I will stay strong for everyone else