For those who passed the Oct 2016 CPA Board Exam and to those who passed that I knew.
To fix it one must wait. To fix it one must suffer.
He was there all alone and wondering why they drifted apart. And so he wrote. FIRST DRAFT. I wrote this because I had to tell our story. I had to let it all out. We write to live in retrospect. And I write to relive my days with her. I write to relive every bit… Continue reading DEAR YOU,
I saw the film Kubo and the Two Strings tonight and as much as I want to stay with y'all and chat, my eyes are failing me. The film was good. It was jam packed with both wit, wisdom and just the right amount of humor to not overshadow the seriousness of the theme of… Continue reading Admiral Fujitora and the Moon King
Today was a great day And whoo! What a way to spend it! I am tremendously awed by a lot of the things that has been going on my life. A lot of words flow through my brain but ... yeah, I'm gonna hit the hay.
Okay. So first things first. Today, a lot of things happened. I'd scrap them all out by saying this: Today was the final exam for the Level 1 CAT and am just happy I had answers and I balanced the assets to the liabilities and equity! Hopefully, I passed! I saw a very dear friend… Continue reading Quotes. A continuation.
Thank you so much to these two very amazing people: Erica Yamashita and Purposive Writer for having nominated me to the 3-day quote challenge. I am a breaker of rules and so, here is how I chose to do this. 3 days, 5 quotes each day from very different sources. Let's begin! For today, I… Continue reading A SECOND ONE! IN ALL ASPECTS!
He made me this. Ain't he sweet?
He had to keep thinking of her because if he forgot her and did not think of her she might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping.
It was like walking on tightrope Firmly grasping for straws Desperately holding on to unseen hopes As if the only remedy was the silence of death. It was as soft and as hard as ice It was like hell with hail as rain The depths of my mind scrambling for truth but the insides of… Continue reading Journey. FOURTH.
Poetry Night. Brown-eyed girl full of wonder On that night, sat behind like the others. She listened to words fall out of artists' mouth like dew drops. Brown-eyed girl full of curiosity sat amazed at the far end listening, admiring, dreaming, inspired by the crowd's silence in anticipation for every poet. Brown-eyed girl full of… Continue reading POETRY NIGHT
Juxtaposition for where we are now is Obvious enough for me. How easily those years of seemingly Never-ending friendship got Lost in the abyss of distance and time. Love, lost and never found again. What Once was a great name to speak became my silent Yell. To the very Depths of the black hole our… Continue reading ITP: The third response
FOURTH DRAFT For you. You once told me that guys need more smiles than girls do. I guess I see how it is, now. Well, for starters, guys are experts at hiding their true feelings. So whenever they are sad, they just tend to punch walls and stuff. I want to punch one right now.… Continue reading Excerpt.
My Fear oF Faces First Began when I was 'Bout Barely Six yearS old. I Started So Sure about Some ThingS, Like how LoLo was LoLa's husband. But Barely Budding, my wisdon grew. THat THing weren't always what THey seem. THe moon is not following you child! THe angels are not crying. My Fear oF… Continue reading Fear of Faces
All along they'd say that prose and words were nothing but broken lines pieces in disarray the author wants to somehow fix yet finds himself unable to. They'd contemplate about a certain word's rhyme to not break the rhythm of the song. They desperately want to be poetic, some say. But there, that night a… Continue reading Dead? Poetry, dead?