So happy to let everyone know that I am in the process of writing my poetry book.
I didn’t think it was this stressful to go through old creations and deciding which to add, as well as coming up with new ones exclusively for the book. It’s like choosing which stars shine the best. All my poems are my baby and I am very protective of them.
But I am so happy too that I would finally be able to share it with the world.
I’ll keep you posted!
I have always loved period movies. I recently watched Padmaavat, starring Deepika Padukone,Ranveer Singh and Shahid Kapoor, and I must say, the movie took me to a magical journey, witnessing how love can start wars. It was so Helen of Troy-ish, the face that launched a thousand ships, isn’t it? Watch the trailer here:
Some of my friends told me there was much resistance in this movie because of how it was told. The set/location is unbelievable, the costume design is beyond compare, the intricacy of every dress and jewelry.. seriously! I would’ve loved to be born in that area just for the dresses alone lol.
And to wrap it all up, the music is beautiful. It makes me sad that I can no longer add an audio playlist here, but hey, I’ve linked it to my google drive so that you all can still listen to it. Happy downloading!
Ghoomar – Shreya Ghoshal, Swaroop Khan
I am a nurse by profession. if you live in the Philippines like me, I am one of the hundreds of thousands of nurses not working as a nurse. You’d ask, if you graduated as a nurse, and passed the board exam, then why are you jobless? Well I’ve been asking that myself for a while now.
Don’t get me wrong, there is no shortage of hospitals in the Philippines, the shortage is in the jobs. And what’s so ironic is to get a decent nursing job in the Philippines, you have to sign in as a volunteer first, most frequently at least a year, yes a year of free work for the hospital! And then they would think of considering you.
And to make things worse, hospitals make money out of it! It’s illegal actually. But there are a lot of hospitals who accept “volunteers” for a “fee” but then after a year or more, they leave with an employee certificate indicating that you have worked there as a regular employee. I guess that’s how the world works.
Which brings me to freelancing. It started as a part time job which I took care of my sick grandmother. After she died, I was depressed for a while. I stayed mostly at home, didn’t want to go out to the world. But since I needed money for sustenance, of course, I went full time in to freelancing. I signed up at Upwork.com and had different jobs. I was even offered very weird jobs. There was this guy who wanted me to watch him get naked on cam, with the guy trying to convince me that it was a “psychology project” and that I needed to help him overcome his “shyness”. I know, right?
Freelancing opened a world I never thought I would dabble in to. I learned a lot about computers and websites and the online world. Now I can create my own website from scratch. I also work with a guy who trades stocks, but I can never seem to get the hang of all the terminology. It would be really cool if I learned all that, right? I dunno, it seems so hard to comprehend with no financial background from my end.
Another client promised me a contract with flexible hours, so I decided I would be able to volunteer at hospitals during the day so I can earn that work experience as a nurse, and then freelance in the evening. Sadly, that client bailed out on me, and I was left with nothing. This is one of the disadvantages of freelancing, no job security.
Right now, I am working as support for an online shopping website. It’s not my dream job, but the work is ok, the hours are fine, and most of all, it doesn’t stress me. It will do, for now.
So when people ask me what I do and I tell them that I work from home, they give me that “oh-you’re-just-at-home” look. Bitch I earn more than you 😛
I wish that I could offer you more than a promise that I
will always be in your corner. I wish that I could give you
more than open arms and I love you’s and 3 am phone calls.
I wish that I could offer you more than a hand to hold when
nowhere feels like home. And even if I’m not always the
body you collapse into, I’ll keep reminding you –
I will always have faith in you, I will always be with you
through every storm you brave, I’ll be right with you.
*For day 2 of #theloveletterproject
Restlessness should not be a flaw, but an attribute.
The same way that love is liberation and not a constraint.
On those days when you’re feeling
like a suitcase that’s between
here and lost, think of me as
the tag on the handle reminding
you that when you feel too heavy,
you will always have a place in
my heart to return home to.
The only ones
awake at 3am
are the lonely
and the loved.
Agree or disagree? Which one are you?
All of it..
the loving you,
the hating you,
the forgetting then
remembering again.
It’s all congealed into
a toxic, malignant mass
that is eating me alive.
Love is the slowest poison.
You don’t always need lewd,
dirty talk to turn her on.
Listen to her body,
the arch in her back
means that she is
listening to yours.
Continue reading “Lewd”
You don’t stop loving someone just because they’ve left. I should’ve listened to you when you told me that I deserved more. But, I wanted so badly to show you that you were enough, yet somehow you showed me that I wasn’t. I’ve forgiven you, but my heart has not forgotten.
The Notion of Love 