September 2011
6 posts
Notes From My Power Journal (v.1)
1. On chasing after dreams…
2. On remembering what true friendship means…
3. On treating the world as my own catwalk…
To My Old Man
“Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be,” so sang my father when putting me to sleep until I was eight. He knew I was afraid to be left alone in the dark, to sleep amongst the many stuffed toys accumulated over years of birthday celebrations.
Sometimes he’d allow me to sneak in the master’s bedroom so I can sleep beside my mother, while he’d settle on the floor....
The Girl Who Waits
My mother thinks that I should stop wearing my heart on my sleeve. She says it makes me prone to deception by some authentic jerks masquerading as the modern day Prince Charming. She believes it is the main reason why I mistake human lust (skin against skin) for human trust (hands intertwined).
In my defense, life is too short to spend doubting what-could-have-beens. If and when the potential of...
Pseudo Suicide
I do not recommend watching heartbreaking romantic flicks alone on a Saturday night, not especially on a rainy one while in your heart print pajammies with a huge Chef Tony’s popcorn bucket on your side. Folks, no. I do not recommend it; it is pseudo suicide.
Yet if you take some kind of pleasure in bawling like a baby on crack and letting the whole FB universe know about it, then go ahead....
Resolved
5:30 AM
The house is moving; everyone is finally awake. In a quick jolt, I get up from bed, with last night’s telephone conversation still playing in my head like a transcript recording gone berserk. I try my best not to dwell on it too much as I scamper towards my sister’s empty room. She hasn’t arrived from her 10 PM duty the night before. I hope she gets home safely, as I...
I, the Dreamer
At 21, I have recognized myself as a full-fledged dreamer. I have started dreaming dreams far beyond myself, allowing them to expand tenfold and believe enough for them to happen. I can’t say that I’ve been succeeding much but as of far, I’m pretty pleased with the intensity of every rollercoaster ride.
And since I’m running out of space for more mental notes to “aim...
