Bata pa kami inaaway na niya ko. Kinukurot. Sinisilipan. Binabato ng eraser. Napipikon ako lagi. Umiiyak. Nagsusumbong sa teacher. Nung grade one umiyak ako kasi hinila niya yung pigtails ko. Isang beses nung grade three hinila niya yung upuan ko kaya napaupo ako sa sahig. Minsan nung grade five niregla ako, nakita niya yung tagos ko at pinagkalat sa buong klase.Nung first year high school ninakaw niya yung ID ko; ilang araw akong pinagmulta sa gate. Tapos ngayong sira yung sapatos ko, yayayain akong sumayaw. Bad trip!

They say that it’s wrong, but what do they know? Hindi nila tayo kilala. Hindi nila alam kung anong meron tayo. Hindi nila alam kung anong nararamdaman natin. Hindi nila alam kung anong pinagdadaanan natin, para lang maging masaya. Mahal mo ako. Mahal din kita. Yun lang naman ang importante, di ba? (PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTE FIRST)

Some loves are sweet. Some loves are bitter. Some loves taste better than the others. What does your love taste like?

Bakit hindi mo sinabi?

Ang daming SAYANG sa mundo. Mga pagkakataong napalampas, mga bagay na nabalewala. Pero taliwas sa paniniwala ng marami, hindi SAYANG ang ending ng kuwento. Climax lang yun, depende pa rin sayo kung titigil ka na dun o ipipilit mo pa ring iabot sa HAPPY EVER AFTER.

It’s that time of the year again. For lovers, it is the time to celebrate love. For single people, it is the time to be hopeful to find someone someday. For businessmen, it is the time to sell sweetness at a reasonable price. But for recent dumpees like me, it is nothing but pure horrible hell. Ugh. Valentine’s Day.

Matagal nang magkaibigan sina Jep at Zai. Sort of. Ang natatanging bonding nila, ang pagge-get together sa bawat breakup ni Jep. Si Jep, na nag-iipon ng Ex-Girlfriend. Si Zai, na naglilista ng mga Ex niya. Ang tawag ni Jep dito, documentation. Ang tawag ni Zai, The Ex-Girlfriend Chronicles. Gusto mong makita yung listahan nila? Basa na!

Maglaro tayo, Sierra. Kunwari lang.

Sometimes I wish I had arms so I can wrap it around her shoulders. I wish I had fingers so I can hold her hand in mine. I wish I had a tongue that can tell her how beautiful I think she is, no matter the time of day. I wish I had lips so I can kiss her again and again. Maybe then, I could make her feel less alone.