Indecorous Lass

They asked me, "Do you believe in love?" I paused for a moment. Suddenly, I found myself thinking of you, thinking of how I learned to love, thinking of how I used to love you. I responded, "Yes. I used to." Yes, I used to believe in love. I believe that it is powerful, that it is mysterious. I believe that it works on the most unexpected ways, sometimes even the impossible. Then they told me, "Is it because of your heartbreaks?" I stopped and this time, for a long moment. Again, I found myself thinking of you, thinking of how you made me love you, thinking of how you used to love me too. I replied, "Will you ask me the first question again?" Because this time, I will answer differently. I found myself still believing in love. Still believing in love despite of the fact that you have already left me, despite of all the pain that you have inflicted on me, despite of all the times that you made my he

Here’s to a new start for 2017! I decided to write something about every adventure I will have for this year, whether it may be a good or an unpleasant one. Last week, I had my first ever sleepover with my friends at a hotel and resort called Canyon Woods which is located in Laurel, Batangas. It wasn’t actually a nice travel going there since the original road where you could pass through is under construction. But I think after the main road is done, the travel time would be shorter and the trip would be lighter. Arriving at the resort, the staff were very accommodating but they seem to lack some information regarding their offered services for their guests. But overall, they have provided a pleasant service. I would actually rate them 8 out of 10. Their amenities are good though there are still a lot of rooms for improvement. They have an indoor and outdoor pools which are both well-maintained. Their small, infinity-shaped Jacuzzi was very soothing and relaxing. The rooms

I can still remember clearly how my first day in Junior High School turned out. I was so excited and did not felt nervous at all, like why would I feel nervous if my classmates from elementary are still my classmates in my first year in Junior High. I was also too excited that day because of the stories I have heard from the experiences of my older siblings and cousins, it will be fun and memorable they said. And indeed, it was. I started my Junior High School with my ever favorite teacher, specifically English Teacher as my class adviser. For me, she was one of the sweetest and most thoughtful teacher I’ve ever had. She was able to turn into different persona just for our sake. During my seventh grade, I thought that my Junior High School year will be as easy as 123 and ABC. I remember my older sister telling me that I should enjoy my junior high school years since it can never happen again. And I followed her advice, well I guess I took it too far, that I kind of slacked off wi