I Know You Have Someone Else

It was easier for me to pretend I was  asleep than have to face the fact that 

you were in love with someone else  but it’s just a choice between hurting now or later... Now, I guess...

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The Perfect Couple

We finish each other’s sentence.

I know when to flip you out of your mood and I know just how to get you back.

I know when you’re angry and I know that when that happens, I should simply stay away.

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Thank You Letter To Friends

I just finished writing my first book.

I expected a roller coaster ride but never the intensity of the twists and turns I encountered.

I proved that late night writing, ever-popular oftentimes doubted writers block, caffeine overload, eternal mood swings, anxiety attacks and instant fast food fascination are real and ever present. Those events were expected but there is always an after taste that I didn’t see coming. It is sometimes bad but often a discovery of me and of all these things, living and non-living and the spaces in between, around me.

It is surprising how one character can conveniently alter the structure of my world and then… watch another painfully destroy it. Those were heartaches.

There is also the possession… of things that are not real and so real. And the disappointment of losing them either by necessity or by perverted natural transition of things. No one warned me that it is more devastating to lose someone or something you never possessed.

The challenge to create something new… fresh… unexpected, whatever the fuck that means, out of a clean sheet of paper. These are the moments that make you want to walk the world upside down or use a filter on your eyes or do things inside out.

It brings out the most insane ideas especially when there are conflicts that can’t be resolved or loose ends that need to be tied in the interest of creating a seamless exploration of emotions and events. High after high and a low just deep. In the end, the insane starts making sense… fitting in… settling down… until it creates a circle leading to the end.

The guarantee is that after all those, things become much more bearable and meaningful because I get to live twice and do life through the different me. Eventually, I survived it without making me neither too in love nor too indifferent because it forced me to choose my battles.

To those who helped me ink my first screenplay either by not giving a shit or by giving a part of you voluntarily or otherwise, thank you.

Thanks for the distraction. Inspiration. The lousy debates. Unneeded cigar breaks. Tickling sessions. Planning the out of town trips that never happened (we always have next week, right?) Music trippin. Artworks. Eating. Perpetual late coming. Singing through the bad times, keeping silence through the worse. Making memories in the car… I had fun even though shelling out the dough was just as hard as having a love life.

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My Broken Heart

my heart is broken

my heart is broken. for the past 12.5 years, your binge drinking has been the reason for most of our problems. the way you used to hit me, insult me, cheat on me, ignore me, ignore my kids, let us down ...

when trying to sort things out, you would make promises that things would change, tell the kids you werent drinking, and sneak about lying bout what you were doing.

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Funny Resignation Letter

Dear Mr. XXXXXX,

This is to tender my resignation effective immediately.

As an employee of an established and supposed pioneer of digital advertising, I have very few basic expectations one of which is that my boss would have some understanding of advertising that is well above the understanding of a drunken monkey. What I realized is that you don’t serve a single ecological purpose. Some people are scared of their boss and some are intimidated. I am simply irritated by you.

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