Open communication is such a wonderful way of being connected to another person. Being able to openly communicate your thoughts and emotions, no matter how perplexed, complicated, or even dark they become, without any signs of judgment from the other, is a very beautiful thing indeed. Imagine everything you say being absorbed completely then bounced… Continue reading Open Communication
I am very, very sick of seeing news and posts running around Facebook that shows people torturing dogs and cats. And what's worse is that I'm stuck here sitting at my office, cannot do anything or cannot think of anything to do to help them, just merely watching and my heart breaking. Seriously, why do… Continue reading This is urgent. I need somebody to enlighten me: Why do some (or should I say “a lot of”) people torture dogs and cats?
2018 did not start good for my family and I. Our six month old pup, Abo, died due to parvovirus at exactly 12:08 AM today. I believe it's our own fault for being negligent. We were too oblivious of his condition. I feel so bad (and guilty) for not having him vaccinated early on because… Continue reading Goodbye, my furry friend
They say that opposites attract. But I'm not sure because our differences scare me sometimes. Sometimes I'd think you will be out there meeting new people with the same interests as yours, and since we're different maybe you'd agree more on the saying that birds of the same feather flock together. And that worries me. That… Continue reading Different
I decided to let everybody know how I feel about being fatherless because it’s Father’s Day and I wanted to write something nice about him once in a while, to remember the good days with him, I guess. Most of the people I know, my family and friends, knows about my situation being fatherless… Continue reading A Confession of a Fatherless (A Father’s Day post)
“A dream for me is my future self spending days and nights in either (a) a small and cozy apartment with a window viewing the busy city lights, or (b) a small white ranched house by the beach. A dream is my future self walking the streets of a new, different city on a sunny… Continue reading Dream
Last night was another argument between a daughter and her mother. This time I (the daughter, definitely) was guilty. The moment I got home and greeted my mom with a kiss, I knew that she was upset, very upset. She was about to burst into anger but remained quiet and it was the scariest when… Continue reading Second Sonnet
