Poetry: Chosen Destiny?


One desires for love fortune

with a chance of an everlasting

where destiny spins for us

and we process the odds of misfortune.


Why do we agree and not block the answers

Is it our nature to withhold and accept the outcome?

Can the battles be won without weapons of sentiments?

Are we allowed a say?


We can aspire for numbness

but we cannot step forward with cowardice.

Is it that we fear?

Or is it that we do not care?


The clock ticks to an unknown outcome

and we can falsely move backwards

should we?

it is all an illusion. We can’t retract.


For gratefulness is clear when not blind

and sadness disappears with dreams of company.

We can choose to look back,

but the paths will collide without force.



How to stop being a douchebag

Some people can be douchebags every once in a while, but others can have a serious case of douchebag-ness (I just made that word up, I think). 

1) Own up to your mistakes. Let’s face it, nobody is a Saint. Therefore, we make mistakes, every single day. Learn from them and try not to make them again. A mistake stops being one after 3 times. After that, it’s just plain silly,

2) Be there for your friends. One of your good friends comes to town after a while, but you decide to go party instead…douchebag alert!

3) Don’t preach what you don’t do. That is all.

4) Good hygene. Honestly, why is the world lacking such? Wearing a lot of perfume/cologne is not going to mask it. Just BATHE. 

5) Don’t walk like you are above everyone. There is a difference between confidence and being arrogant.

6) Respect your significant others, both in public and behind closed doors. It’s awful seeing boys talking so rudely to their gfs and vice versa, without the other one stopping them. Have dignity. You only live once, and you deserve to be treated like royalty. 

7) STOP yelling on the streets and making weird noises. Even parrots know when to shut up.

8) Selfies are okay in moderation, but a collage of them screams narcissism.



Daily Prompt: Advantage of Foresight

Today’s Daily PromptYou’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?


This is a tricky question. To be honest, I don’t know if I want to live past 80; that is if I don’t end up having a family. So, if I can see that in the future, I won’t have a family, then I won’t care :p. The question is, can this power be controlled? If you accept this power, does it mean its occurrence is unpredictable? IF so, I wouldn’t want it. If I can control it, I would use it a few times.

Does it also mean that you cannot predict your own death with this power? What if your destiny is to die within a week? Ah, the tricky situation! I’m a curious person, so I would probably end up using it at least a couple of times :p.


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Poetry: Blind Darkness


Secluding thoughts on eternal paths

deaf to the sounds of logic

barricading  hope with,

false fables.


 Blinding denounce 

who we used to be

and we ask if there’ll be recondition

it is half believable.


Inconclusive destiny

where is the forever?

Whoever is there might unbind us

if we see it.


Hardships are clear

successes are real

Do we see? Can we see?

Sometimes we can’t hear.


I’m not paranoid. I’m just prepared :p

Life has been hectic, but I am looking forward to next weekend (my birthday), and my trip to South America in 3 weeks :D!!! Boy, do I feel old! I’m turning 27!!!! On the bright side, nobody believes I’m 27. I still get carded when I buy wine. “Do you have ID? You have a baby face,” they say.

–“May I see 2 pieces of ID?”

“I’m turning 27″

“You look 20″

“Here you go. Thanks, I guess?”

Hopefully, if I live to see 40, I’ll look 27 :p. 

I’m already preparing for my trip, because that’s what I like to do. I’m not paranoid; I do not think the world is going to end tomorrow. What I like to do is just be prepared if such event were to occur. 

Yes, I am the type of person to whom co-workers come when they need aid. Advil? I got it. Anti-acid? I got it. Emergency granola bar? I got it. Tide stick for emergency stains? I got it. Trail mix for the walk back home? I got it. Honestly, you name it, I have it. You never know what could happen, so I just like to walk around feeling like I could survive during an emergency. 

Do you carry anything with you for emergencies?




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What kind of research do you do for your characters?

You can only do so much research, before you trespass the boundary between who you are and who you may becoming. That is somewhat my fear, that if I try to live a bit like my characters, I may end up like them. Then again, I’m confident in who I am, but it’s still a fear.

Speaking of fears, I have begun my own research, in order to instigate my main characters’ fears. I slept with a lava lamp on for most of high school, and a plug-in light for most of college. Yes, I do not like the dark –somehow, I do love horror movies — but as of recently, I’ve decided to try and get over it. The thing is, when something bad happens, I still find it hard to sleep with the lights off (unless, I cuddle with my stuffed animals, shhh!)

I’m all for trying new things –except for seafood. After that calamari night, never again — and I thought I would use this fear to my advantage. After all, it is better than curling up in a ball in the corner. I’m basically trying to scare myself once in a while, you know, trying to believe there IS a monster in the closet or under the bed. Silly fears, but with positive results. It has inspire me to think about the dark parts of my novel. I’m circling it, which I shouldn’t, but I’m waiting for a bit longer to see if anything new comes my way.

I do have to say, I use my Ipod and turn on Netflix to help me fall asleep with the lights off. Curious enough, if a monster decided to appear, I’d beat it up…out of fear. In a way, fear unveils the courage you never thought you had.

How about you?



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Congratulations! Now, your character has the same bad habits as you

Hey, I don’t have terrible bad habits, but I still have them – as much as I want to be alien, I’m still human…rats!!– it now seems that my characters are picking up my traits. Does this happen to you? Do you do this intentionally?

My characters do not exist without flaws, but it does make me feel a bit vulnerable by giving them my bad habits. Then again, I think that’s kind of the point I want to bring across; that it’s okay to have flaws.

I know, boo-hoo me >_>






Poetry: We Are


We are dry leaves

struggling to survive

we stop, we admire,

we are stopped by malicious glares.


We stumble walking in worn shoes,

allowing pressure to push us down

we cannot stop, we want to,

we are silenced by the voice of aggressors.


We escape from their clannish,

but we turn and stare, and listen

we retract from our initial thoughts

we are crushed by their vile.


We read our own phrases,

to remind us of our true faces

we think of when we’ll end

but until then, we can embrace our fulfilment.