Writing a letter To one in particular The joys of being bored Of a girl that is junior. Its a Saturday Afternoon, In a very cold room She bangs her head on her desk, Being frustrated by the letter to no one in particular. She tries to stop, but she just cannot Not knowing any reason To creating in such thing But the words just keeps flowing and she continues in writing. Maybe because Valentines is coming,, Oh no! Not that thing! She doesn't believe in love, She controls being in love. No, stop with the thought. She  doesn't like Valentines, The only holiday she dreads, She just couldn't bare the sweetness of couples that are her friends. She does believe in love, Love for family and friends, But controls when it comes to the other, She had enough, the thought gives her shivers. Now back to the letter, To no one in particular, Its not a wish list or a love letter, Its just a normal one for someone special to ...

          I don't know how you do it. Paano mo yun nagawa? How did you become the protagonist, bida? Paano? You have an amazing fiance, great group of friends and nice parents. Maybe it's wrong to call you lucky. You did undergo depression -spoiler- so maybe hindi tama ung word na 'LUCKY'. Maybe fortunate? I don't know.           What is it like being depressed? Vivienne, kung totoong tao ka lang I would love to talk to you. I have billions of questions but no one has the answer  to it.           I don't understand anything anymore. Am I who they say they are? You know, for me, it's easier to share sa taong hindi mo masyadong kilala than sa taong matagal mo nang nakasama. Tendency is pag dun sa lagi matagal mo nang nakasama, mumurahin ka lang nila. My mind is splitting and I could hear my heart beating-literally-I could feel it. It's so loud and my stomach is churning. I feel sick. Not because they call me...

"One Call Away" -Charlie Puth         One cold night of January. A girl is travelling from her parent's house to her grandparents. The occasion has just finished and her father insisted that he would drive her and her aunts and cousins to her grandmothers.        The sky was full of stars like every usual night. They were almost there when their vehicle stopped. Apparently her father forgot to fill it up with gas. They all had to come out or else they would sweat all through the waiting process.        Luckily they were in a familiar place and others decided to help them.When all off this hullabaloo was happening, the girl decided to enter the very familiar store. She just sat there.       The quiet place reminded her all the problems she is facing right now. Being drowned in her thoughts she had not realized that tears was falling from her eyes until someone put a handkerchief i...

"My Ambition In Life"             "Every student has a dream or ambition to be someone someday. Like them, I have my own ambition as well. My ambition includes helping others learning more things. To help the society gain more good people. My dream or ambition is to be like my mother, aunts and grandmother, to become a wonderful teacher like them.          To be a teacher you must have determination and be ready for the responsibilities to come a head. Like my mother I would be needing a lot of patience when it comes to my students. To be a teacher you do not need a handbook or a recipe to be a good teacher you want. All you need is understanding for those students that you may handle. You may not be the perfect teacher but you can be a better one.        Before, I would watch my mother teach very annoying and hard-headed students. You would think my mother would give up she did not beca...

    The sun finally rising, the birds flying and chirping. The cool breeze of a Saturday morning through the atmosphere.     A girl inside a warm house sleeping peacefully. Her brown locks cascading down her face. Her plump lips apart creating a small "o" shape. Her sleep was immediately  disturbed by the ringing of her alarm. She shut it off and did her usual prayer. She took a few more minutes in bed just to scroll through her twitter and instagram. She finally stood up and went to the kitchen.    She then started to heat water and setting up a cup of coffee. She finished putting her hair in a high ponytail when the kettle whistled, she poured herself a cup of hot water and stirred her coffee. While drinking the hot liquid she was scrolling through her news feed in facebook.    After what feels like hours, she finally finished her coffee and washed the cup and went upstairs. The girl untied her hair and took her towel and finally to...

"Wipe Your Eyes" -Maroon 5          After the pouring rain last night, the whole block was quiet. No one insight outside, maybe for a reason that its still early.          Everyone was still all sound asleep, at their dream lands either enjoying a wonderful dream or being swallowed by their own nightmares created by their minds. But a certain someone was already awake at 5:00 o'clock in the morning.         The one awake was a little girl, just laying at her bed. Her family and neighbors say that she is different from other kids her age. Usually, kids at her age has imaginary pets or friends or playing ' role play'  or what we call here  'bahay-bahayan'.  But she doesn't, right now , you would think that she is talking to herself or to her so called  IMAGINARY FRIENDS.  But right now, she is just laying at her pink bed while looking at her lit up butterflies at ...