December 2009
1 post
4.29
4:29am.
I wake up to the sound of a hundred cars zooming by. Being so close to the boulevard has its down sides. I stare at the ceiling for a good ten seconds, which seems more like a thousand years. Something about the early morning hours makes everything move in slow motion.
A few more thousand years pass, and I still can’t shake the thought of you.
4:30am.
November 2009
1 post
In The Event I Leave
In the event I leave..I want you to understand that it is not because of the lack of love I have for this place.
It is because I cannot take the deafening silence of what is not said, nor the twisted undertones of what is.
I have become complaisant and uninspired.
The suffocating pressure in these halls both pulls me from and towards you. It is the only reason I stay. And the only reason I must...
October 2009
1 post
The 375.
A couple of entries ago, I tearfully wrote about home. Unfortunately, I write about it again in the same state.
Baguio City. On its official website, you will see Baguio described as a 49-square kilometer city approximately 250 kilometers north of Manila (to you out there who define distance by the time it takes to get from point A to B, Baguio is 6- 8 hours away from Manila if you take the...
September 2009
3 posts
the aftertaste.
a yesterday buried.
left behind.
a today alone.
without you.
a tomorrow that could have been.
that should have been.
capital sleep.
six whole hours of killing time.
could have done better things if today was not today.
midnight. silently, stealthily.
i came home to the sound of you not caring.
should have done better things. even if today was today.
power verbs
Spark.
up,
down,
down.
emphasize.
name,
label.
yell.
(comma)
Exercise.
visualize.
exercise again.
rest
yawn
observe
negotiate
evaluate’
satiate
Adapt.
not!
Attack
retract
test
intensify
solidify
throw away.
Suddenly everyone’s an artist.
August 2009
2 posts
Making It Home
Today, on the fourth day of me being a “fully grown” 24-year-old, I cried.
A year ago, I moved to a cozy apartment near my place of work. The daily trip took me fifteen minutes, which usually consisted of a short walk, a dustless jeepney ride, and another short walk.
Two months ago, my sister started moved in with me. My then cozy apartment started to seem increasingly cramped. When...
Reblog Rehab
Unfortunately, we cannot all be creative..and mothering brainchildren you yourself did not give birth to is sacrilegeous. Kidnapping them in multitudes, even more so.
This guilt trip is lovingly dedicated to the reblog addicts.
July 2009
1 post
I want to write
But there is no inspiration.
zero.
May 2009
7 posts
The Complexity of Simplification.
The Friday sun rests against my cheek. I welcome the warmth for a minute or two while comfortably lazed under three layers of blankets, then acknowledge the fact that the morning sun is no different from any other nurturing entity in this life: inevitably destructive. It starts to burn my cheek, forcing me to get up from bed. Of course I am still open to the option to stay in my now makeshift...
The Few Seconds
The difference between life and death is the few seconds we spend on this earth, and the even smaller bits of time we spend discovering who we are. He was always a simple man who enjoyed the little things. He played the guitar on lazy afternoons going through the same playlist of English, Tagalog, Ilocano, and Cebuano songs I never bothered to memorize. To me, they were only words accompanied by...
one christmas morning
I feel that we are lost. Lost in the void of our existence, floating with the current. Waiting. For a sign, for an answer, for some sort of direction.
The music blasts so hard in my ear that I think I topple to the right every time I sit on my ergonomically designed corporate chair. Listening to Musiq Soulchild both kills me and revives me.
I stop moving for a minute or two and start to listen...
of lost minds and shattered hearts.
Our capacity to give love cannot always be well-received, especially when it is beyond the capacity of others to accept it.
Within a span of 6 months, in one eventful year, two of my closest friends had these capacities tested, as one, whose multi-year relationship got ripped off her hands by a little something going on under the radar; and another, whose uncertain choice to let go of a long-term...
TLFB&TYA: the unintentional sequel
What exactly defines a relationship? Is it the amount of love and trust and time you give to one another? The quality of conversation you have? The gifts you give? The company you keep?
The genuine happiness you feel?
When does a relationship full of that happiness die? When does waking up to each exciting day turn into waking up to each tearful one? When does a relationship become a show? But...
The Little Farmer Boy and The Yellow Alien (A Not...
relationships are difficult. confusing, dramatic, and ultimately, heartbreaking. this is a story of a little boy whose love for a little girl caused that little girl to cut her hair.
in this particular story, the little boy was a farmer, born and raised in a small town not far from where the little girl lived. when he was in gradeschool, he liked taking care of endangered turtles, although it was...
Welcome, dear. :)
Hi! Thanks for visiting the Inkblots page of The 8th Line. Figured it more covenient to separate the literature from the rest of my work.
Hope you have a great time here!
Lots of love,
Miya