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
For years, I have been deluding myself that I could actually write something worth reading. Must have stemmed from elementary and high school journalism classes I took. The truth is, I’m a better reader than a writer. But when it comes down to it, I simply enjoy reading without the requisite poetic waxing and over… Read More I Am Not A Writer. I Just Have Internet Connection.
In the last couple of months, I have enjoyed the privilege of being friends with someone who works for a digital marketing company, in that I have copped free advanced screening tickets of several movies and events. Yesterday was no different, except that it was one highly anticipated film adaptation for the fans of the book The… Read More The Fault In My Star
For the first time, since I have started working, I have felt that I can breathe and think about myself. A chance to take a rest and decide what I would like to do next. A window of opportunity to depend on my parents again after five years. Our roles have been reversed in the… Read More Blurry
Five years ago, I have envisioned myself with a job that could support travelling the world. To be exact, I saw myself in Brazil, in time to watch FIFA Live, 24 years old and living the life (however vague that is). I turned 24 last December, but the vision had long changed to what I… Read More Mitty-esque