a showcase of my love affair with the written word…
Another birthday. Sigh. Don't remind me. I'm not counting. Actually, I refuse to count. Because if we're being technical, this isn't about how many years I've been here. It's about how many years I still have ahead of me. And as far as I'm concerned, my life is just beginning. So whatever number of candles… Continue reading Another trip around the sun—and I still don’t know what I’m doing
I have come to accept that I notice things. A lot of things. Sometimes things that nobody else seems to notice. And before you start thinking, "Ay, eto na. Echosera na naman," let me clarify. I don't observe people because I want to collect gossip. Okay? Mostly. 😂 I notice because I'm curious. I want… Continue reading The things I notice when nobody is asking me to notice them
There are days when I look at my computer screen and think: Google Chrome is judging me. Not subtly, either. I can almost hear it whisper: "Girl... are you sure you need all of these?" Yes, Google. I do. Please mind your own business. At any given time, I can have a dozen tabs open… Continue reading My brain has 47 tabs open—and they’re all loading
Why ordinary people tell extraordinary stories People often ask writers where they get their ideas. They expect some magical answer. A secluded cabin in the mountains. A dramatic life-changing moment. A lightning bolt of inspiration. I usually smile because the truth is far less glamorous. Most of my ideas arrive while buying groceries. Or waiting… Continue reading The Art of Noticing
Why things mysteriously break whenever I'm around I don't know why this happens. Honestly, I think science owes me an explanation. Maybe NASA. Maybe Discovery Channel. Maybe whoever investigates paranormal activity. Because there has to be a perfectly logical reason why ordinary household objects seem magnetically attracted to my hands. I'm not exaggerating. I could… Continue reading Confessions of a Human Earthquake
At some point in life, someone forgot to warn us properly about adulthood. They made it sound like freedom. You can do whatever you want.Eat what you want.Sleep when you want. What they didn’t say was: You will also have bills.And responsibilities.And a brain that refuses to shut up at 2 AM. Adulting, as it… Continue reading Adulting Is a Scam: Notes from Someone Trying Her Best
Not all fresh starts come with fireworks. Some don’t even come with a haircut. Sometimes, starting over looks like waking up one morning and deciding, very quietly, that you’re tired of feeling the way you’ve been feeling… and you’d like to try something else. No grand declaration.No dramatic “new era unlocked” post.No 30-day challenge with… Continue reading Starting Over Without Announcing It to the World
For the longest time, I thought good writing meant flawless writing. No awkward sentences.No emotional cracks.No room for misinterpretation. Just clean, polished words that sounded impressive. What I didn’t realize back then was this:Perfection rarely connects.Honesty does. The pieces that resonated most with people weren’t the ones I over-edited.They were the ones I almost didn’t… Continue reading Why Honest Writing Connects Faster Than Perfect Copy
There are days when breathing feels like work. Not the dramatic kind you see in movies.The quiet kind.The kind where your chest feels tight and your thoughts pile up faster than you can process them. On days like that, I don’t reach for solutions.I reach for a pen. I’ve learned this about myself over the… Continue reading When Writing Isn’t Content — It’s Oxygen
Some people swear by this phrase: Fake it till you make it. They say it like it’s a universal solution.Like confidence is something you can borrow.Like healing is something you can pretend your way through. Not good enough for the job?Fake it till you make it. Not accepted in certain circles?Fake it till you make… Continue reading Don’t fake it. faith it.
