I wrote this short story for my Creative Writing class when I was a high school senior. I thought I already lost my copy of this story, unti...

How does it feel to be 23? I don't know exactly. Not much different from being 22, I guess? Probably because when I turned 22 last year,...

On this site will rise A tower of dreams Storeys upon storeys Of months and months Of labor. Men excavate deep For a solid...

I'm back, dusting off the cobwebs that have formed in this blog from a long hiatus. More than two weeks of being away from this blog mad...

I haven't posted a new entry in two weeks, partly because I couldn't make time for it due to my busy schedule (it's that time of...

One of the things that remind me of my childhood is this: a pack of Iced Gem Biscuits. They're tiny biscuits decorated with solid...

This is the first poem I ever wrote. Maybe not the very first, because I remember, when I was in second grade, our English teacher then aske...