If It Ain’t Broken

The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?

Of course. Growing up in a tropical country, weather not only affects an individuals mood but the lifestyle of the people as well, especially those who depend upon natural resources for their income. In my country, sometimes the weather does not simply affect people–it dictates upon them. So until now, that old idea–that weather and people’s moods are connected–still works.



Moon of My Life

As I read the writing challenge for this week–making a list, I wasn’t really sure what to list–topics raced my mind like a blur. But as I read through the list of sample ideas, I read number 17, beautiful imperfections, and not a second after, she came to mind. So I thought, why not list down why she’s a beautiful perfection? But no, she isn’t just a beautiful imperfection, for she is the perfect imperfection. So here is my list, reasons why she is the perfect imperfection. Humor me.

  • Her hair. No, it’s not the silky straight hair we’ve all seen so much on advertisements and billboards, it’s the simple auburn hair. But when the wind playfully messes with that hair as it catches the rays of the sun, it becomes more, way more, than a simple auburn hair.
  • Her eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but when I look into her eyes, they’re not, it’s as if I’m on a cliff overlooking bright city lights. And I have been soaking up all the sparkles I see.
  • Her height. She’s not that tall, but she’s tall enough that when I look at her, my eyes are just a bit higher than hers. So I easily get to see those eyes that I would love to wake up to.
  • Her cheeks. It might be as mundane as cheeks could be–but what do I know, I’m not particularly an expert in cheeks, right? But when she’s happy, her cheeks just brings her entire face to life and not just radiates but influences happiness unto others as well.
  • Her dimples. Yes, she has dimples, yet it’s not your usual dimples on the cheeks, hers is a bit closer to her lips. And cute ones at that.
  • Her smile. This one’s a give-away, I mean, her smile together with the two previous items? That’s just it right there, the end of life as I know it.
  • Her imperfections. It’s redundant, I know, but these imperfections simply make her all the more perfect. It’s contradicting, I know, took me a while to wrap my head around the thought. But then it occurred to me, she doesn’t have to be perfect to everybody, all that matters is that she’s perfect for me, that she, in all her forms, glistens in my eyes amidst the mediocrity of life.

I hope you found your special someone going through your head as you went through the list–how he/she has been tailor-made to fit into the puzzle that is you and your life. ❤ My apologies though if he/she didn’t.



What does it mean when your day fails to be complete without her? When she’s all that you could think of in clear focus–and everything else regresses into mere distractions? Which diversions should you engross yourself to just so that you could barely keep your sanity from drowning in your thoughts of her? I seriously don’t think there’s an antidote for this. All there is, is her.

How the Tides Have Turned

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

Truth be told, even as a kid, I never really had a relatively fixed dream or aspiration growing up. Somehow, my vision of my future self changed as often as it possibly could–it would even get a bit bleak. On even worse days, there would be no vision at all.

Now, as I write this, there are a number of career paths in front of me, paths in which I would end up doing what I want or even love to do. And I seriously have no clue which one to take. Given the chance, I would love to go down all those paths and see where each of them gets me, just because. However, an ‘all-of-the-above’ path doesn’t exist–or if it does, I haven’t seen its road sign yet.

It feels like I’ve gone from being stumped by a dead end to getting stuck in a roundabout, going in circles, getting nowhere fast.


Of A Vicious Cycle

At first, she’s just a stranger, a nobody, someone who meant nothing to you. And without even noticing, she has become everything to you, intoxicated with her sweet smile, immobilized by the twinkle in her eyes, soothed by her warm embrace, and you’ve been wondering how you ever lived without her.

But in a blink of an eye, she’s just a stranger to you now, barely a figment in those picturesque moments you once cherished, an entity slowly fading into that past that you’ve been drowning with alcohol and suffocating with cigarette fumes.

You’re back to being strangers again–naturally. </3