Yesterday, I spent the morning drinking with my work friends up till five in the afternoon. In the middle of it, we were joined by my friend’s boyfriend, L, who was an aspiring lawyer and whom I know to be righteous in every sense of the word. I say this without mockery as I know… Read More Hangover Thoughts
May tinatawag na maintenance even after nagtagumpay ka sa pagmomove on. Mas matagal pa nga ata yun kesa sa aktwal na paghilom. Yes, may kasunod agad na steps ang pagmomove on. Andaming ways para magmove on. Magsisimula yon kapag handa ka na. Pero alam mo anong mas nakakatakot? Relapse. Kasi you’re more vulnerable than ever.… Read More Para Sa Mga Takot Sa Punyetang Relapse.
Why should romance novels, erotica, historical romances with smutty undertones be deemed as guilty pleasures? As if it is something to be ashamed of. As if there weren’t any well written novels out there. As if E.L. James succeeded in blinding literary snobs that there aren’t anything worth finding in erotica. As if Anne Rice… Read More Historical Romances, Apologies and Weekends
My blog turned five today! I celebrated it by writing on my TinyLetter. Ha. Because that’s what you do when you wanted to share your thoughts but limit your audience. At least it can’t easily be Googled. Two years ago, I read Niffenegger’s Her Fearful Symmetry. Martin’s wife Marijke, left for Amsterdam. There were reasons… Read More My longest relationship is with WordPress
Back in January, my namesake, Joyce, introduced me to TinyLetter. I adored her enough to try almost everything she recommends so I signed up for it weeks later. At the time though, she said, “Mahirap kasi sa WordPress, everyone can see it.” I did not understand it– not right away. I rather thought I was… Read More Lacunae
It’s almost the weekend and I’m here sitting in the office, too early for work and yet dreading the whole day because I can barely see. I left my spectacles at home and I could only see these words blurring together– just like my unknown future–hazy. I will probably strain my eyes for the next… Read More Not blind as a bat. But close.
Originally posted on Feelings, etc.:
The death of me will not be my own pain— It will be the nights you think of me; the nights you think that I’m happy.
1. What better way to insulate yourself from getting hurt than walking away first? 2. You get a clearer picture on who would fight to stay and who would let you walk away. 3. The luxury to practice ambivalence. 4. They’re too good for you and they deserve better than the flighty, blubbering mess that… Read More The Benefits of Pushing People Away