Love ! It is when you don’t understand why you fall for that person. That’s why it’s called falling in love, you’ll never know when to fall. It’s forgetting your ” tall, dark and handsome” or ” tall, sexy and smart” standard because it’s about accepting that person and being proud to tell the world about how you feel towards him. It’s seeing your girl still beautiful and sexy in spite of the absence of makeup and perfume. And being able to kiss your man right after waking up, even if he didn’t brush his teeth yet. It is loving that person’s flaws and immaturity. But, it’s not Love when your world only revolves between the two of you, Love is not selfish. Love puts color in your world but it doesn’t narrow and limit your capabilities. Love is about your willingness to step out of the box. It is about opening yourself to a world with a lot of mistakes YET learning it’s lesson and be able to stand its consequences.

It is being honest and keeping that loyalty intact. It’s about forgiving and not living in the past. It is how you’re willing to wait for that right moment and still keep that fire burning while waiting. It is when you learn to extend your patience and control your emotions. You’ll not only consider your own good but think about your partner’s sake.

It is about holding your hands together while being positive and learning to smile in spite of all the pain and obstacle you’ve been through. It’s okay to shed tears, it’s part of loving- you’ll never feel the real taste of happiness if there are no tears anyway. It’s waking up in the morning and sleeps at night with a smile on your face because of being loved by the person you also love. It’s dreaming about you preparing your man a ” baon ” for work, fixing his shirt and necktie and biding him a goodbye kiss.

It’s living the day with the thought of the two of you holding hands with your white hair and wrinkles on your face playing with your grandchildren under a lovely sunset.

LOVE is love! Unexplainable! Unpredictable!


Originally written on September 23, 2013

Love ♥,



” It is Love when…” 

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Starless Nights!

I know crying is all I need. A long hard cry. I was silently hoping that this tears will take away , well maybe not all, but some of my heavy baggage’s inside. I’ve been wanting to cry so hard not minding if my eyes may swell. But I know I can’t, coz’ I’m living in a place where even when you snort to deep sleep , your neighbor can hear it. But I really need to cry this feeling out. I don’t have someone to talk to … leaving me with no choice but to keep all my heartaches to myself; my only outlet at times , my only option is to let this tears run dry. I know it will not solve the problem itself but it will lessen the burden inside. 

Ever since my parents separated ways when I was 10 years old, crying alone out at night has become my outlet, it has become my comfort zone. Crying myself out has been my charger, it is where I’m getting my strength. 

For me, crying isn’t a sin neither it isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of being strong. It’s an indication that throughout the day, I was fighting the life’s reality so hard that at night I need to recharge myself through releasing all those pains, doubts, fears and all the negative thoughts. So that tomorrow, I will courageously face the world again.

“…you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.”
Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

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The Unknown Self

I’m originally a self-proclaimed Cebuana Poet and writer. Way back when I was in Cebu – my hometown-I wrote every day. I wrote corny poems, short love stories-the one that makes someone’s twitter-patted (kilig), I wrote articles which were even published in our school paper. I wrote everything under the sun-my crushes, my pain, my emptiness, my anger, everything. It’s my way of releasing my stress. That was-writing-was my outlet.

It all changes since we lived here in Manila, year 2007. I’m finding it hard to release what I’m feeling, I cannot concentrate. I can’t find the right words to write. That’s why I felt suffocated, kasi wala akong nagiging outlet. I’ve got no one to talk to, not even my mother. All my friends were in Cebu.I find it hard accepting new friends because I still cling to my past. I became a stranger in a place where I don’t have a choice but to call it HOME! I felt alone. Out of place. Lost.

Yet, I know I don’t have a choice but to continue my life, to survive in this world of chaos and adjust with the current culture, a culture which is totally opposite to the one I was acquainted with. Pinabayaan ko ang passion ko, kinalimutan ko. There even came a time that I couldn’t construct a good sentence. I couldn’t form a paragraph.

Tapos, naiisipan ko nalang magsulat pag may iba saken. Mostly, I want to write when I’m pained. Then, whenever I would start to scribble-it’s nothing, a scrap. I couldn’t put my feelings into words.

Up until now, hindi ko pa din naibabalik yung burning desire ko for writing. Feeling ko tuloy hindi na ako ‘to. I mean I know I’m changed but I don’t like those changes in me.

Hindi na ako yung leader type na Joanna. I’m often tired of accepting responsibilities. Nakontento ako just as a member. I miss my old self. Yung strong will ko to be a leader who accepts challenges and responsibilities with all her heart. Now, I’m almost afraid of challenges-and it is so not me. I am not the kind of person who just sat in a corner silently and just accept ideas. I was the one who likes to debates, I always had a new and unique ideas and I am active, I love to move and run and direct plays at school and organized programs and activities in our school. I always had the desire to be the winner,to be the best. Not so perfectionist though but I’m no mediocre also. That was before. I guess I left part of myself in Cebu, in my past. And now even if I go back there, it would never be the same, I will never find that part of me again.