Jan 22, 2017

The Warmth of You: A Handwritten Poetry Collection

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There is this infinite pleasure when I pour onto paper a mass of loud yet soft words, those of which have the incentive to touch a heart. To hurt it, to love it, to hold it. And I am truly happy to say that lately, little butterflies have been floating around to give paper its life. Butterflies with words, that is, and they have produced a beautiful outcome.

Jan 14, 2017

Salt to the Sea

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salt to the sea / ruta sepetys

"War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost."

And it has been yet another beautiful book that had completely reduced me to tears and heartaches. My poor heart grieves terribly at such tragedy of what is known as the deadliest war — oh, the darkest of times. The bloodiest of days. I am not surprised that I tear up almost all the time at the sight of every horror.

Jan 9, 2017

2016: Four Favorite Reads

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A week into this brand new year, and I must say that these 365 days are those bathed in ethereal light and the scent of crippling roses, aculeate surface and all, which, I know, are blessings of verve and beauty. The beauty that arises over the new days to come. New opportunities. New memories. New people to sip a warm cup of coffee with as the world around you persists through agony and pain, softness and light.

Jan 5, 2017

Of Freshness and New Beginnings

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Dearest reader, my mind was of hesitance with thoughts of pure uncertainty. A decision I've mulled over in what might have been around a thousand times, a hundred more after. But my fingers remain firm now, and things needed to be done. I see a future in writing — of all forms where it stays alive, complete and full and whole. A dream that outshines spoken words that tug me deep.

Jan 2, 2017

Looking Back and Beyond

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I was out in my neighborhood streets, watching the sky fire up with lights. There was a ton of them flashing all around as everyone in Manila celebrated the beauty of a new year to come. There were loud sounds and booming noises erupting in the air. It was startling, but it was also beautiful, I tell you. I look back, and I realize I am very grateful. 2017 is going to be a great year, I can tell. I am sure.

Happy New Year!