Maybe that's why I always look sad

They say I have her smile, but I only remember the grimace when she realizes my stupidity. They say I have her eyes, but I only remember the disappointment when she recognizes my insignificance. They say I have her hair, but I only remember the synthetic wig I found in her bedroom after her funeral.

I stayed in that room for months. No tears. No words. No bed. They took away all the furnitures, superstitious that she'd haunt this place and not pass on to the next life. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. But I stayed just in case. Lying on that cold bamboo floor, holding on to...

I honestly don't even know what...

The day I threw your stuffs away

A sweater, two hats, and three shirts. I clutched onto the last remnants of you in this room. I'm moving out tomorrow, but this room has already been emptied, the day you moved out. You packed your bags but you were right, most of the things are mine. Ours, I should say. They were there to build a life for us, but that was not the life we were meant to have. We played house, you got tired. So I played alone, pretending you- waiting impatiently for me on our queen-size spaceship, imagining you- dancing gracelessly with me in our messy kitchen. To throw away your things is to desecrate our home, to bring them with me is to have faith in something unreal. So I left behind the fragments, as they are, as they have been, to immortalize those moments we called love.

4 years in a few days

"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"


As she walked down the isle of the funeral home, Emma felt nothing. She motioned her empty heart and hardened soul through the rituals of the ceremony. People she knew walked by. People she never knew walked by. They bawled openly in front of her, shook her hands, and hugged her tight. They spoke words of commemoration and consolation. Emma was not there. She was cowering in a corner, hiding from all these hypocrites who had never lost a close relative yet dared to promise her that everything would be alright.

The Vicious Cycle

Things come and go, that's the way it is! However, when you catch the golden opportunity of your life, don't let it go -- it might never come back, no matter what you do. This is a lesson you will learn over and over again. Yet, what if that thing you lost was your loved one? What would you do then? Would you respond like Aiko did?

          Aiko Loveless had been unloved most of his life. He lived in a harsh community where the neighbors weren't friendly, and mostly not toward him. You see, Aiko was different from those around him. He was shy and very quiet. Hardly anyone knew anything about him, not even his parents. In a place filled with noisy people, always pushy and bossing each other, it’s hard to survive if you're not social. To make matters worse, at school, Aiko was constantly rejected by his friends because his way of thinking was different. Aiko was an outcast in his community.

The Girl who didn't Cherish Friendship

     I knew a girl awhile back, whom most would agree that she was quite cute and amiable. She had a rooster as a pet. Every morning, the rooster would crow:

“Cock-a-doodle-doo! Wake up little one! The sun is shining and the earth is a live!”

     The rooster would rest by her side and would eat some grains out of her hand. It was a majestic rooster. Its shiny coat of feathers was vibrant with colors. Its beak shined in the sun a violet red. It truly was a rooster of royal blood.

Tale of the Red Cockscomb

     There was a time when hens still donned the same beautiful red combs as those arrogant roosters. One early morning, a hen woke up to the rising sun (as all hens still do nowadays; except, this hen had a name). Her name was... Hen! (Yes, very original name indeed.) Anyways, Hen was bobbing her way down to the pond for a morning dip when she caught her reflection. She noticed that her comb had grown like a blooming red flower, and was so thrilled that she started to make a song about it:

“Cluckity Cluck

My comb has bloomed

I feel so groomed

Cluckity Cluck”