It was 4 a.m. in the morning. I was wide awake staring at the cold, white screen of my monitor. Beside me is a cup of sweet, old coffee and the sweet tune of my phone, I was reading every message and notes I still have of her before I started working on my thesis. […]
Read more "I could have, but I didn’t."There are moments wherein you’ll take a step back and look at the choices you did. I don’t know how it happened, it all just happened in a flash. Everything was fine, we were in love, and suddenly we were not. The morning was coated with the smell of strawberry and the burning of hot […]
Read more "She was always the one."It was 7 am in the morning. I was chilling in my usual hangout spot in Letran, a solid bench beneath a bungalow that has a nice view of the fields near the nursing building, with a nice cup of coffee fresh from the vending machine and the sound of my favourite music plugged on […]
Read more "The highly caffeinated life of Jordan."I’m standing under a shade, looking at the orange, afternoon sky of my hometown. In my hand is an old and worn-out letter. “I like you so much.” The phrase was written in a red stationary, the border is designed with small hearts and rabbits while the main body is coloured with pale pink. One […]
Read more "Chance"It was euphoria. Both of them did not know when and how it started, all they know is that they are seeking that memorable pleasure like it was embedded to their being. The feeling of inexplicable happiness rooted deep within the depths of their overflowing desire to feel the warmth of each other’s existence to […]
Read more "Creation from a Drunk Guy’s Perspective"It was during my second semester as a 3rd year student of communication. It was 7:30 in the morning of Monday and our first subject is Communication Research. It was dreaded during the enrollment period. Why? Because 1. It’s research, which means tons of reading, writing, theories and stuff that adolescent people hate. 2. it’s handled […]
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Jordan Plays Life 