No one in my family smokes. That spot was taken by Grandpa, and no one has the time to dedicate ourselves to that role in our family. Therefore, when we need to use the lighter, anyone of us can use it. Where it sees the most play, however, is for birthdays.We use one of those … Continue reading The Family Lighter
Door
Out of all the rules my house has, I think the one I hate the most is the rule on doors.I can't remember how long it's been instated, but ever since I can remember my dad has always hated us to have our doors closed. I don't know what he was thinking when we had … Continue reading Door
A Matter of Time
I'm going to be honest with you, this post was originally made for grandpa. I didn't get the chance to see his grave this month, and it kills me so much. It also kills me that I didn't spend my thanksgiving with my aunt and uncle the way I wanted to. I've been slacking on … Continue reading A Matter of Time
Dying in L.A.
I hate L.A. I despise the bubble your car slams into the second you see the city. The highways. The pollution in the air. The people on that road to the land of stardom. We’re all just angsty, enraged little people in our small cars, drifting slowly down this River Styx to a city that … Continue reading Dying in L.A.
All For Love
I wish I had the strength to continue writing about him in a poetic way, because maybe that would garner attention and love to me for writing something so romantic. It would keep the time I had with him in a neat little bubble that I could only look at with rose colored glasses. But, … Continue reading All For Love
I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
I, believe it or not, am a writer.I do not write to recount the good and the bad, but to immortalize it.I write about the virtue and the sins.I record the events in my life, as these stories need to be repeated.As we often forget where and who we came from.Reflection and acknowledgement is important … Continue reading I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
WHY
Hey. Guess what? Could you notice that I have problems? Is it written on my face or something? Because apparently everyone can read my thoughts or something like that.A lot of times I get questioned about why I do the things that I do. Most of the time that I get that question, I often … Continue reading WHY
So Mean
It’s not getting better. It’s probably not a good thing for the surrounding environment around me to reflect the raging storm inside my brain. Yet, I love it. See, everything is gloomy and drowning while the leaves of the trees scream in vibrant colors before they shrivel up and fall away from their life giving … Continue reading So Mean
Believer
I don't know about you, but I am a firm believer in change. I believe that everyone has the capacity to make change. Change, in a measuring stance, can be anywhere from making one choice between your favorite ice cream brand, or change leading up to a revolution. And I know that this is a … Continue reading Believer
Seeing What’s Next
The November air forms a thin veil around the campus. Elizabeth and I exit her car and make a walk to the nearest steps. I look over to my right and I see her there, with her Americano from Starbucks being cradled in her hands, giving her body warmth as she is wearing my Tokyo … Continue reading Seeing What’s Next
Feeling Drives Work 