Letters from Past-Me to Future-Me celebrate a day I thought I'd never see
This was originally written for March 27, 2017 but I took it down as soon as it went up due to fear. But looking at it again, maybe someone will benefit from reading it.

Just a quick warning to anyone who might be reading this: it's gonna be a long post. And quite... umm... serious in subject, if you wanted a warning for that, too. But I'm intending it to be inspirational, I swear!

Where Life Goes..., too, should you.

I know I'm definitely showing my nerdiness by quoting Ventari from Guild Wars 2. But the quote can't be any more true for me right now.

For those of you who've followed my blog for a while, you might've noticed that I've made a change to the name of my blog. The year 2019 has brought me through a whirlwind of craziness, self-realization, highs and lows, and -- of all things -- love.

I'm pretty sure like everyone else, life hasn't been all what we'd anticipate it to be, or what is in store for us years, months, or even days into the future. Never would I have ever guessed in a million years would I trade Southern California for the Northeastern United States. It's strange, but I did it, and for some strange reason I feel like I found the place I've been searching for my whole life. I remember mentioning to some about my move to Connecticut who told me, "Why there? That's a dead-zone state."

Others concurred w…

Word Count Wednesday - 7 November 2018

Things I worked on last week:
NaNoWriMo Project (Duality): 9433 words

What am I working on?
Whoo, boy, goodness gracious. As you may know, National Novel Writing Month is in full swing, and week 1 has come and gone (mostly). Sadly, I'm not working on a project that I'd think I'll be able to publish (since it's borrowing characters and whatnot), but I needed to scrounge out something last-minute. I like to call this one of my many "practice projects."

Word Count Wednesday - 1 August 2018

Whoops, missed a week. Anyway, not much to report on the writing end, due to some events that occurred. Read for leisure a lot more than I have in a long while, too.

Things I worked on since the last update:
"Mirror" chapter 14: 183 (finished at 1033 words)"Magic" chapter 1: 1078"Magic" chapter 2: 654Total word count: 1915 words

Word Count Wednesday - 18 June 2018

Wow, it's been almost a year since I've written one of these. I think it's a good time to start again.

Things I worked on last week (and for clarity's sake, I'm labelling the ones I've been tinkering with):
"Mirror" Chapter 14: 764"Mirror" Chapter 13: 1890 (completed)"Magic" Chapter 1: 850"Death series pt. 3" Chapter 1 and 2: 6025 She Ruled the Darkness: planning stages
Total word count: 9529 words


at night it claws cold fingers
into the beat of my chest
whispers soothing poison
burning in dying veins

ghosts of shameful secrets
waltz to the beat of music
lingering wait to prey
a soul of sorrow yearning

torrent of chaos confounding
a mind lost in dissonance
darkened and passing
fading to the void

at night shameful secrets
whisper beats in my chest
darkened in dying veins
a soul fading

ghosts claw cold fingers
passing poison preying
burning and lingering
a lost mind waltzing

at night my shameful secrets
whisper in my dying sorrow
mindful of it preying
coldness into my soul

at night sorrow whispers
shame and chaos
losing my poisoned mind
and my darkened heart
to the void

I'm not really much into writing poetry, but I was in a bit of a mood and decided to just jot down words and phrases that popped into my head that resonated with me in some way, mix it all together, and then call it done. While going into this in a not-serious attitude and experiment and tinker around, I'm p…

In Between

Many times, I feel as if I'm between two cultures.I'm sure I'm not the only one who experiences this.Being born and raised in America by two parents who were born and raised in the Philippines is something that I appreciate and despise. I don't mean any of that in a political or socioeconomic sense, or anything else of that nature. (I tend to keep my own opinions of such things to myself.) I do mean that it feels like both a blessing and a curse when I'm trying to figure out who I am as a person.