Writing By Heart, To Express Not To Impress

There are times that I feel like writing but couldn't do it because I couldn't put my thoughts into words, times where I felt like writing but left staring at my computer screen blank and my fingers trapped frozen. I still feel the urge to write but can't fight over it, and so, end up with a blank doc.

Writing is a thing done excellently by heart.

Don't Force Things When They Can't Be

Yes, I've always believed that we make the choice, that we have the choice on how we run our lives, how we live our lives. Whether we would go for what is right or for what we know is wrong in the first place, the choice is ours. Yes, the choice is in our hands. But there are things in life, doubted by many, that are left unchangeable, ironclad--that what we could only do is to accept them, and live off them rather than cast our doubts on them, and insist that they [these things] can still be changed, corrected if we wanted, if the choice is ours. Don't force things when they can't be.

Happiness Is Content

A few close friends were having a short talk yesterday asking themselves THE simple question: "What does happiness mean?" I didn't exactly get their answers but I heard the question, and so, I paused, put myself to silence and answered it inwardly: "Happiness is content." 

Content is the state of satisfaction, a fulfillment of one's expectations and desires with an absence of an ambience of obligation to pay and repay in return for something received or in reparation of an injustice or wrongdoing.

If I Were A Pain

I wish I were a pain

Excruciating

Penetratingly

Incapacitating your heart

Ceasing

The rhythm

Of itself

For others

Homosexuality, Not A Choice

Late in the afternoon, a college friend, who's working as a writer, chatted with me in Facebook, and asked me a question commonly asked of me from friends and other individuals I just met on-line: "Is homosexuality a choice--or not?" She gave me the question in requirement of her article.

I Am Not Sure If I Want You Now

I had a great summer in 2008 but the memories it left me were hurting. Summer's near approaching in the Philippines but before it marks the calendar, I am again left with painful memories. 

It was in 2008, the hot month of April, when I met Ki (not his real name) through a text message. He wasn't a long-time friend nor an acquaintance. I met Ki through an SMS in an unknown number. He greeted me 'hi,' introduced himself, and asked me a few questions about myself. Before I responded to any of his questions, I asked Ki how he got my number. Ki told me that he got it from Mhadz (not her real name), a college friend of mine. And later on, I knew, personally from Ki, that he was Mhadz ex-boyfiriend.

I'm Leaving But Not My Advocacy: The Flag's Still Up

I sent a letter this morning to our president of the Lexicon Toastmasters Club asking for his approval to cancel my membership for the club. Gladly, I did get his approval.

Apart from this blog, the Lexicon Toastmasters Club has become my avenue for conducting my advocacy of creating a positive and a clearer view towards the issue on homosexuality through a series of speeches. As I have shared in my previous posts, this club aims to enhance the public speaking skills of its members through prepared speeches, impromptu speaking activities, and speech evaluation programs.