Writing is hard work…

It’s a magical thing when one finishes a task started for years now. Even if it’s just the summary.

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But it doesn’t end there, apparently. Writing is that hard that we need to revise and revise until it’s good enough. I’m happy to declare that I had at least finally finised writing the whole plot and now I’m off to the first draft. It may take another year, but It’ll be my best achievement when I finish it.

Fun fact: I started this story on November 2015 and never finished the plotline until June 19, 2018.

To anyone who had a writing project, don’t stop. Some may finish it in just three months, that doesn’t mean you should settle with something less when you can achieve more in longer times. Great things come to those who wait.


Back on Business

After months and months of spending majority of my days in school, I finally had the break and continue with this blog. And hopefully from now on, I can update twice a week and not just whenever inspiration strikes.

Because that rarely happens.

However, I am still struggle with my daily schedule as I have more things to do than focus on this platform. I am aiming to finish the chapter summary of my novel next month and currently attending Camp Nanowrimo this year. Added to that are other non-prose writeups I want to write. I mean, that’s a lot of writing stuff to do!

So to everyone who followed this blog, thank you! I hope I can share more of my writing on the near future, and hopefully this platform remains active when I proceed to college.

This is Dawn, signing out.



by Dawn H.


Finals is coming.

I have been cramming.

I feel like dying.

Before graduating.

Why is this happening?

I am not learning.

I am just complying,

What they are requiring.

What I’m saying,

Is not in their liking.

But what they are doing,

Is not helping.

I’m not telling,

Because I’m still studying.

They will not be listening,

To what I’m saying.

This is not everything,

That all I am thinking.

But it’s not interesting,

To those I’m opposing.

So I’ll be staring,

At my books and reading

Things that I’ll be forgetting,

Right after testing.


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“Illusory Peril”

“Illusory Peril”

Dawn H. | December 23, 2017


          A lone traveler stumbled upon a troubled village.

          Fear and distress stained the atmosphere. People wandered with fear in their footsteps, all with the same heavy pace. Eyes shifted warily on one direction, upon the danger they never encountered before. Only a small number of traders opened their shops, yet not without precaution of the possible tragedy.

          Upon arriving the village, there had been no other greetings other than telling him to turn back. He was warned of a dangerous creature crawling in their most sacred place. Despite the said peril, there was no one among them who imagined of leaving the village. All hid in their habitats, with their bravest wandering in search for food still with fear in their eyes, almost shushing the entire village into a whisper.

          The traveler’s straw hat allowed him to see through the scorching heat of the sun. On the center of their community lies their sacred symbol—a mountain, its peak damaged by a mighty gray-scaled creature sitting at its top. Its face resembled the shape of a stallion’s head, and its body that of a legged serpent, with wings folded in on both sides.

          A creature foreign of this village, yet very familiar to him.

          A sigh came out from his mouth, pitying their illusory peril. What he had heard from this village was confirmed—they have unknown knowledge of anything outside the walls of their village, ignorant of anything beyond their culture.

          Yet, it was an advantage. Their ignorance will allow him less suspicion and easier tasks. They didn’t know who he was, neither where he had come from.

          The quicker he can get the information, the faster he can leave. The traveler wasted no time and paced straight to their palace. It was only twice larger than their average constructions, made of strange sturdy wood that only their village possessed.

          Untrained guards stood on both sides near the bindings covering the entrance. Their gazes were carefully watching the creature’s movements, unknown if ready to attack or ready to hide whenever it shows signs of harm. One of them, a light hair-colored man, had the bravery to glance away from their unknown enemy and entertain a foreign traveler.

          Hasty steps brought the guard into the traveler’s proximity, approaching with awkward, evidently untrained stances. “What is your purpose?” he asked, his attention shifted considerably between the foreigner and the unknown creature.

          “I have come to see your chief.”

          “And what business do you have with the chief?” The fear in his eyes slightly reached his voice, yet it was a surprise he remained steadfast.

          “It is a matter that concerns no one else but him.”

          “The village is currently in peril. We are not to allow any visitors as of the moment.”

          The traveler glanced behind him, the quarterly destroyed mountain did not look much of a sign of danger, as of the creature itself. “Your inferred enemy made no movements of harm.”

          “We are in preparation in any possible movements, so better for you, Traveler, to be on your way.”

          With hidden disappointment, the traveler turned and left the vicinity of the palace. Leaving the village with his task undone would be a failure of his quest.

          Stopping at the base of their sacred mountain, he glanced up at the mighty creature. Their ignorance of the outer world caused the danger they thought existed. Their ignorance interrupted his task. Yet it was impossible to change the minds of a tribe with complete embrace of their culture. It was easier to consider the creature, yet killing it was never an option.

          He’d rather side with it than the ignorance of this village.

          The creature growled, and the traveler observed. It was foolish to entirely blame the villagers’ incompetence. Odd how this creature would even be at unstable places as here. He sensed of a misfortune upon the creature, a misadventure that had caused the damage of that mountain.

          It had done nothing but sitting and growling, whimpering, and licking a small hollow part of its left wing and left leg.

          “Don’t come near it!”

          The traveler’s gaze lowered, catching a middle-aged man bravely approaching him as close to the creature as this.

          “Don’t come near it, Traveler,” repeated the man. “It has come here over five days ago, destroying a quarter of our sacred mountain, the emblem of our ancestors.”

          Poor man, the traveler thought. He could have expressed more sympathy on him—the villagers—yet he quite understood more the misfortune of the creature. He could not express more than pity for the man.

          “It is called a dragon, sire,” the traveler told him.

          “We heard of it,” he hissed, his tone trying to remind his low worth of a traveler. “That is why we are warning you to leave our village.”

          He couldn’t. Not with that dragon still up in that mountain.

          The traveler raised his eyes to get eye-to-eye with the dragon. It was almost humorous how its eyes were softer than of this prideful villager. It almost made him wish that the danger may be granted. But that aside, there was no leaving without completing the task.

          The dragon growled again, sending the man to seek protection behind him. The traveler’s gaze lingered still up the mountain, thinking of a way.

          The traveler turned towards the man. “I want to give a proposal.”

          The man looked through the arms over his face, hesitantly shifting his attention from him to the dragon.

          “Tell your chief I shall take care of the dragon. In turn, I would like a moment of words with him, and hopefully more in return of service.”

          There was nothing in the man but the swirling of thoughts, not able to process as the thought of peril interrupted the decision to be made. Yet with the dragon growling once again, the man scurried towards the small palace.

          The traveler began crossing the small bridge towards a passage up the mountain, the creature watching intently of his every move from its distance. It was not a look of caution, but more of curiosity. His lifetime experience of traveling the earth allowed him familiarity of most natural patterns and tactics, both rare and common, that may assist his decisions and movements.

          And he was to stay calm, not to act suspicious that may alarm a dragon.

          No trouble came upon him escalating the mountain. He arrived face-to-face with the mighty creature, its injured wing and leg now made clear of the growl and the damage of the mountain rock it had crushed into. Taking off his straw hat, he came closer.

          He had met of a few number of these creatures before, gaining familiarity of the friendly nature of the dragons these villagers never knew, or ever will. They were like people, but with different forms and abilities. Also similarly vulnerable at some point, as getting hit by a lightning and crushing down on a mountain top.

          The traveler caressed the side of its snout, and the dragon whimpered. He could not help the smile crossing his face at meeting one of them again after a long time. He was meant to keep the connection with them, bonded with a secret they shared, gained enough trust to be told by them. He was meant to keep it, swearing his own life as their ally.

          He was to keep the promise of not exposing their ability to talk.

          And so he whispered. “Do you need help to get down?”


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Note for Thoughts: “Millennials | Part 2”


          This is a very long comment posted on the comment section of the same video. To make this easier, let’s hide this dude (let’s just assume he’s a dude) in the name of Brad.

          Brad started by saying: “I am going to explain what is wrong with this video.”

          In that case, I will explain what is wrong with his comment.


          Brad had said to be 24 and guessed that he was probably a millennial too, which, according to the definition, he is. He claimed that he wasn’t aggravated because he wasn’t the person Mae was describing. Glue this statement in your head, because the rest of his explanation is going to be a bit sketchy.


1st Point: Mae was generalizing a group of people with various statements while not considering kids, adults, and especially old people.

          I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Generalizing is an overall opinion about a large number of people based on small groups of people while knowing exactly how other people do not fit in the criteria. If this was in a formal debate, yes, Mae had committed a fallacy. But this is a video expressing her opinions, which are generally true because a lot of people do those things.

          And there is certainly no way to disprove her statement by saying “I myself do not lack manners.” If you claim yourself to be a good person who will confirm that? And what if you don’t lack manners, does that make everyone else less disrespectful?


2nd Point: He refutes her statement “We don’t hold the door open for ladies” by saying “I open the door for anybody.”

          Anyone can open the door for anybody if they want to, the same thing goes when people don’t want to. But again, the criticizer missed the implications.

          You can’t possibly open the door to everyone out of respect because that would be endless. There will always be a point where you should let go of the door and let other ladies open it for themselves because you have your own business to deal with. But if you don’t open the door for ladies because you don’t care if she needed a hand, or you don’t care that the closing door will probably hit her head, even that small hint of apathy is a sign of a selfish generation.


3rd Point: It’s Brad’s personal favorite. He criticizes about millennial’s bad or dirty music choices.

          Alright. Your dad likes listening to music like Girls Girls Girls, Drop Dead Legs, songs about drugs, songs about crime. He says it’s fine because they are real stuff happening today. What other real stuff are happening today? Class cutting, parties, sex.

          So, okay. They’re all happening today. They’re real stuff. We can’t ignore them.

          But does that make them not wrong? We certainly aren’t ignoring them, but in what way are we interacting with those things?

          I’ll give you a quote, brought to you by Dawn H.


Majority isn’t always right. If anything, it is often wrong.


          It’s an unpopular opinion, but this is what this book is all about. I’d say it’s a truth. You cannot decide something to be good just because majority doesn’t look at it as bad anymore. If everyone looks at murder as an art, it doesn’t lose the fact that it’s still a crime. If Brad’s saying that those kinds of songs are okay just because his dad’s been listening to it, there goes his mistake.


4th Point: What’s wrong with cussing to prove a point exactly?

          Another unpopular opinion, but there is. There really is. There is a reason why it is called a “foul” or “bad” word. If you don’t believe it’s provocative then Mae’s just proved her point. If you don’t believe it’s disrespectful then she proved another point. And it’s certainly not cool. Why do you think schools don’t allow those words around campus? Why do you think there are still elders who warns you of your “language” when you cuss?

          Moreover, its main point is to provoke. You say “#@<* you!” because someone made you angry and you want to provoke him. It just so happens that it’s been often used that it came to the point where it became a use for emphasis.

          Cussing doesn’t emphasize your point. It emphasize your lack of manners.


5th Point: We idolize people like Kim Kardashian. He follows by saying “I have never met a single person in my life that idolizes her.” Then he continues by saying “Tim Tebow is just a celebrity, why should we idolize him?…I don’t understand your logic?”

          Let’s talk about logic then, for Brad’s sake.

          There are people who idolizes Kim Kardashian (because she never would’ve been a celebrity if she didn’t have any fans—whoever she is) and this does not disprove its fact just because our friend Brad hadn’t met anyone who does—unless he knew everyone, but I don’t even know him.

          Now to his big question: “Tim Tebow is just a celebrity, why should we idolize him?”

          Here’s what Mae said: “We idolize people like Kim Kardashian and shame people like Tim Tebow.” Did she literally say that we should idolize Tim Tebow over Kim Kardashian? Can’t you see the overlying message of this statement? We prefer to idolize people that pretty much influences our society to a point of moral destruction and shame people who are contributing to the good of society. I did not mean Kim or Tim because I don’t know who these people are, but that’s pretty much the point. And I’d like to answer Brad’s question with a question:

          Do you have logic?


6th Point: Laziness. Brad brags about how he went to California and applied to 70 jobs.

          How does that disprove the millennials’ laziness? If he had used the evolution of technology and provide facts how it actually helps millennials in a way that it’s not lazy, I’d consider his criticism. But saying how he applied to 70 jobs?

          So what if he did?

          You just can’t refute a certain thing by evaluating yourself and use those standards to prove a point. Every person is different. Any 24-year-old may have known that by now.


7th Point: We are not entitled—we are human beings.

          Choose a person. Make sure he doesn’t like being called a dork. Now call him a dork. What did he do? Denied. Got mad. Saying it’s not true.

          People see millennials as entitled. We can’t change what they’ve observed. And we cannot disprove that by denying it. Most people prefer to think that they are a certain kind of person despite what everybody sees. That’s not really a bad thing, but if you deny of being a social-climber and pretend to be the typical nerdy sweet girl, there’s your mistake.

          And don’t worry. Titles do not deprive us of being humans. They’re just titles. But if you prove the accuracy of those titles, it’s where we can question our humanity.


8th Point: Free education without putting much work. Brad says, “I personally dropped out of college after 2 years. I believe that if a person is willing to put in the work of getting an education, then they should get it for free.”

          I had this personal experience with my classmates. They always complain about homework, projects, and even the expensive school tuitions they don’t pay from their own pockets. And these guys are mostly those who never put on the work.

          There’s this existing behavioral pattern. People who mostly complain are those who aren’t even doing anything. They don’t complain because it’s mainly hard (although it’s one of the reasons why they want to back out), but it’s mostly because they don’t even want to start the work.

          There are many ways to have education—not everything involves a classroom and a board. If they want something free they can leave the school. It was never like the education system forced everyone to take book-based educations.

          Brad brags about being a college dropout. If this was a job interview, those dropouts reveals a lot about a negative behavior. Being a dropout never labels you as someone dumb. Being a dropout is being either intelligent or slow learner who didn’t work up to achieve a passing grade. And you want to brag about being a dropout? Does being a dropout shows how you are willing to put on the work?

          If you live your life thinking you deserve free education because you think you are willing to put on the work, how long do you think can you keep that will?


9th Point: What’s wrong with making friends online?

          Let’s move on to technology.

          What is the difference between making friends online and making friends face-to-face with real conversations and real interactions? Something is wrong of keeping online friendships and neglecting face-to-face interactions, in many ways. It’s one of the disadvantages of technology. The thing about virtual friendship is the big advantage of cheating, pretending, and self-revising. Meeting online is never bad as long as the growth of that relationship lasts because of face-to-face interactions. But online, you have the power to change your identity the way you want. After all, no one can see the real you.

          It’s similar to the comparison of your followers online and in real life. The thing about real life followers is the fact that they don’t always see you express in a lot of permanent ways (unlike posting on Facebook), and you can’t always know if they “liked” it or not, certainly not the number of people. Having online followers allows them to see your “framed” identity, and they’ll know every online interaction you made—comments, likes, share, etc.


10th Point: We can respect whoever we want, or not if we don’t want to.

          Let’s clear up how respect really works. It doesn’t always work both ways, and it doesn’t mean you have to like the person to let you respect him. It is the understanding you give to a person for a certain behavior, and corrections never have to be revengeful.

          Meaning, if you respect an elder and the elder does not respect you back, it does not mean you have to degrade his whole being—he’s still older than you, and at least you have to respect that. Of course, there would be times when things come to the point where the person you once respected did something very outrageous and “you lost all respect to him.” You know, that statement is not entirely literal. If you actually “lost all respect” to a person, the least respect you can extend is to be quiet stay away to at least avoid all trouble.


          Please note. You cannot disprove a point by playing dumb. When Mae stated that “We praise people that are fighting each other” or “Everything that is frowned up is no being celebrated,” there is no way to say she is wrong by saying “Do you mean countries? Wrestlers? Pokemon?” It’s not an excuse that the statement wasn’t very specific.

          We should actually be old enough to know what exactly it means.

          He said that these statements didn’t aggravate him because he knows these things weren’t him (obviously, he’s been bragging himself to the fullest). But he said he got mad when Mae used the word “we”.

          What’s wrong with that?

          It could’ve been worse if she used ‘you’ or ‘they’. I mean, who is she to say that we are all millennials while she excludes herself? It’s actually a good way of putting it, meaning she’s humble enough to know that she’s part of the infamous group of millennials and she is willing not to deny that—unlike the constant bragging of Brad.

          There really is nothing wrong with a bunch of broad statements. If there is truth, broadness or specificity won’t make it less true. People nowadays, along with integrity and morals, just lack common sense.

          And it’s a sad truth.


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Dawn H. | November 29, 2017


          I’ve seen this guy a couple of times.

          I could’ve encountered a lot more people for more than once, or have been encountered by someone many times I wouldn’t even know. In a relatively small city like this, passing by the same person is never really impossible. People wouldn’t know. They wouldn’t even care. No one was going to notice the same face. It shouldn’t really be that surprising.

          Yet it’s never to underestimate the simple act of noticing.

          In this small coffee shop, right across the room was the very same guy with the narrow glasses. His clean and tidy dark hair had grown about an inch longer from the last time I saw him. Strangely there weren’t glints of gel in them, even though they were standing sturdy away from his forehead. He had his eyes half closed at the screen of his laptop, typing down without diverting his eyes. A cup of coffee rested a safe distance away, its steam disappeared from the long exposure of the shop’s air conditioner.

          I’ve seen lots of guys wearing glasses, whatever the size, whatever the shape. With gadgets almost everywhere, it shouldn’t be something uncommon. This guy right across me should’ve passed my eyes like I didn’t even know he existed.

          Yet he didn’t.

          I wasn’t even sure if it was the glasses. He had this overall distinguishable feature that was difficult to label. Words had been on the tip of my tongue for a single word description. Only one thing lingered on top of my head.


          Very geeky. He looked like he came out from an anime movie. And the fact that he was tall made him more noticeable. Slightly skinny as well. He could very well fit the typical features of nerd guys in silly YA novels. The only gap that made him a “geek” was the dose of confidence in his posture. I was seeing a man, not a loser. His face was painted with responsibilities, not video games.

          And he seemed to have come directly from work.

          Black checkered button-down polo shirt. For more than five times of seeing him in just about three months, that was mostly what I’ve seen of him. Otherwise, he’d be wearing the same thing with a plain color, or a simple polo t-shirt. All of them were probably worn for work.

          He’d be walking on a sidewalk towards the city bank. Sometimes the narrow area behind the church, sometimes in other random places. Yet despite all that, every encounter I had with him were all mere coincidence, no matter how odd the numbers were. Similar routes, that’s all there was to it. No more, no less.

          But I just couldn’t ignore how odd it was for him to be here.

          Especially on a weekday.

          Maybe Last-Day Friday is applicable to everyone—the only least hectic day on working days. I grabbed the opportunity to work somewhere peaceful, and it could very well be the same reason for him to be here too.

          Speaking of work, I decided to ignore his presence. Seeing him engrossed in his work had me remember my own tasks. My eyes landed on the files on my table, then my gaze slipped through the glass wall beside me. The moment I lifted my eyes, my heart sank.

          Before I was dismayed even further, the rain poured, drenching the concrete as quickly as it came. The glass wall ceased from being transparent as the wind sent huge droplets trickling down to the sill. I sank further on my chair. How am I supposed to leave? With the wind so strong, waiting for a cab under an umbrella would still get me wet.

          And I didn’t have an umbrella.

          The sigh came out through my crunched nose and my shoulders sagged. Well then, if I had to stay here long, at least I should buy something to ease the building chill. I turned towards the menu boards behind the counter, and immediately my stomach churned. I didn’t think I could take another coffee. Smoothies didn’t look too warming either.

          My fingers tapped the side of my nose as I considered my choice. I read through the menu written in colorful chalk marks. Although this was a coffee shop, they had a couple of other things to choose from—pastas, sandwiches, frappes, and the like. Yet none had reached my preference, even until I reached the farthest menu board.

          Then I forgot about food. Something caught my peripheral vision, and my attention was drawn right back across the room.

          The guy changed stance. His head was on his hand propped against the surface of his table, staring out through the glass wall to the rainy weather outside. I noticed that his things were now packed, probably ready to leave. And the rain didn’t allow him yet.

          He didn’t seem to mind, though. He actually looked so…melancholic. The way he stared at the rain betrayed how he was so deep in thought. A problem, perhaps? Stress? Or just felt relaxed at the sound of the rain? Whatever it was, he wasn’t letting anything disturb the moment. He didn’t acknowledge the man who bumped against his table. Nothing wavered his gaze even when people passed by.

          Even when his phone vibrated under his hand.

          His gaze eventually faltered, now diverted to his device. I expected him to answer a call, but squinted at it instead. The longer his eyes moved from left to right, the more his squinting eyes turned into a displeased furrow. It was a surprise he didn’t actually drop the phone on the table in annoyance—or wrath. But he set it facing down. Then he leaned against his chair, then sighed.

          Then he looked at me.

          I didn’t know how I missed it before, but his eyes were grey. With the help of the dim afternoon light, they were glowing silver. I never knew there was such an eye color until now. It was fascinating. The color complemented his feature that perhaps held so many things. Just as how his eyes, despite his previous annoyance, didn’t hold it anymore. He was now a bit more…searching. Curious, in fact.

          Curious of what, I wonder?

          Oh. My goodness.

          I heard myself internally gasp. The moment I realized it, everything in my system suddenly shut down and I immediately froze.

          I was never one to acknowledge a complete stranger, much less start a conversation. Yet the moment he caught my gaze, I knew looking away wouldn’t make things better.

          Should I acknowledge him? Look away?

          I wasn’t able to do anything.

          He smiled.

          With that simple gesture, I felt myself starting to relax. Part of me was surprised, yet I was too thankful and was able to smile back. He didn’t seem to bother about it, as to why I was staring. He was just full of…understanding, all of it evident in his glowing silver eyes.

          I eventually looked away, both embarrassment and guilt were slowly eating me the more I stared. It took me a few more time to forget about his presence before I was back at the thought of leaving. No more coffees. I filed my papers in a folder before placing it inside my bag, set it at my lap and stared through the glass wall.

          The rain fortunately calmed down into a moderate pour, yet it still wasn’t light enough for me to walk through without getting soaked. The wind eased down as well, conveniently, just right in time as my jacket gave up its purpose of warming me up.

          I saw a cab parked on the other side of the road, and it quickly got me on my feet. If I could let it turn on my lane, I’d have my ticket home.

          My reaction was too slow. I was on the entrance and got myself out. The cab was zooming away. The screech of its tire and the rain muddled my voice when I called out. It disappeared around the corner, and my hope crashed to the ground.

          My heart sank once again. I hugged myself for warmth, at least thankful for the extended roof of the coffee shop. I wasn’t able to appreciate the small things any further, however, as the heavy clouds didn’t look too promising. There was only a small chance for a cab to go around this route. A cab stop nearby was at least quite relieving, yet the rain wasn’t too friendly to me.

          And it was too cold for me to go back inside.

          Raindrops were the only things echoing in my ears, failing me to notice the glass door opening behind me. My peripheral vision didn’t see the figure standing next to me as well.

          Not until he spoke.

          “Are you waiting for a cab?”

          The softness of his low voice had me look up, and I saw pair of silver eyes staring down at me through his narrow glasses. His proximity allowed me to notice more details about him—slight dark shade under his eyes and his wide lips. The fact without the gel was right, but some of his hair strands weren’t parallel with the rest. Don’t judge a book by its cover, they said, yet his appearance alone already told a lot about him.

          He looked much more likeable up close.

          “Yeah,” I said, smiling. Then my face fell a bit, my gaze landing at the umbrella he shuffled between his hands. Despite how busy they were, his eyes were unpeeled from me. “There aren’t a lot of them around this part, though.”

          I heard something click. Then a shade enveloped me as he hovered the umbrella above us. “There’s a cab stop around the next block. I can take you there.”

          I almost stumbled on nothing from his sudden offer. “N-no, it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to disturb you.”

          “I’m heading the same way, don’t worry. It might get dark before the rain stops.”

          He could very well be right about that, but I was still hesitant. I got squeezed between the chance to get home and the embarrassment of accepting his offer. At the same time, I didn’t want him to wait too long for an answer.

          I didn’t want the chance to slip either.

          I thought I might also be rude—or even stupid—to decline. I nodded.

          I’m not one to start a conversation, and my pride just kicked in at the wrong time and decided I didn’t want this to be awkward. Especially because I was under someone else’s umbrella. The whole trip was taking about one to two minutes on foot. A silence that long would have my pride eat me for the rest of my life.

          Thankfully, the silence only lasted a few seconds.

          “Busy day?” he asked. His voice was full of kindness, yet odd how it came out in a whisper.

          “Yeah.” A bitter smile crept up my face. “Gotta do the work.”

          “No choice, right?” He stole a glance I couldn’t read before turning back to the road. Part of it sounded bitter, yet I couldn’t help but think that, with that inscrutable glance he just did, it was perhaps sympathetic.

          I let out a dry laugh. “Workplaces had always been this way.”

          We made a turn. The cab stop came on sight a few meters away.

          “Wouldn’t hurt to relax a bit.”

          Although he was right, my mind flashed back to the coffee shop several minutes ago. Carefully considering my words, I said, “You seemed pretty busy as well. Back at the coffee shop.”

          He shot me another mysterious smile, smaller than what his wide lips were capable of. I couldn’t figure out what that meant, but it got my chest squeezing at the thought that he might well be referring to me staring at him.

          Yet it was quite unlikely.

          “A lot of things happened,” he whispered. I wasn’t able to speak after that. Maybe it was the feeling of respecting whatever privacy was in that statement, or noticing that slight melancholic expression coming back on his face.

          We got into the shed on the cab stop. The rain lighted down a bit by then, the absence of the wind had me let out a contented sigh.

          He set aside his open umbrella. “I’ll leave you here then.”

          I nodded gratefully. “Thank you. I really appreciate it for taking me here.”

          He surprised me again by reaching out his hand, but I quickly followed and shook it. His grip was firm and gentle, his mysterious well-being radiating and warming me up. I gave him another thank you, and answered me another of his inscrutable smile. His silver eyes blinked, and his face turned soft.

          Then he whispered. “Thank you.”

          I don’t know how his simple words held such deep context. That had been lingering on my nerves by the time he first spoke to me. I wanted to ask, find out more about him, yet the shallowness of our connection created a boundary I know I shouldn’t cross.

          The umbrella was back above him as he let go of my hand. He turned to leave and out the rain. Then he stopped. Turned back to me. And smiled again.

          “I’ll see you soon.”

          I watched him disappear in another corner, my mind lingering at his farewell greeting. Deep contexts and simple words. I was now convinced that our conversation wasn’t out of formality. Simple words, yet weighed more than it sounded.

          He didn’t fail to leave me with so much curiosity.

          I’ll see you soon.

          I didn’t know the meaning underneath those words. But it wasn’t hard to believe that I was going to see him again.



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Writing. Ha!

Feeling sick and tired. Frustrated young man holding head in hands and looking at laptop while working late at his working place

          There is more to writing that most people just don’t understand. Though we can’t really blame them for not experience what writers (or wanna-be writers) go through, I believe it’s important for them to be aware of the complexity of constructing words to form complex thoughts.

          First of all, writing is not just a simple job of putting words together. Even free-writing can be difficult, and it’s the least difficult form of writing (according to my opinion). It takes a lot of digging deep in one’s thoughts just to effectively deliver a single-sentence idea, otherwise it’s either not comprehensible or not explained enough. And not all people know the frustration writers feel when they can’t find the right words. Even one word can sometimes take a lot of research just to make sure it’s not wrong.

          Moreover, writers value writing style, and they write and write to improve them. One may ask, what do you need to improve in your writing? Aside from grammar, there are tons of them. A single sentence can be reconstructed to still have the same thought, yet it’s where the deliverance is measured. Which ‘sounds’ better? That’s usually the question. There is also struggle in vocabulary. Is this too deep? Too shallow? Do my readers even know what word this is?

          There are word in the writing world you’ll never meet until you actually write. I’ve never known purple prose before, but I’ve probably read some of it somewhere in my life. I never knew criticisms can be constructive, but it actually exist. Angst? What’s that? Lemon? You don’t even want to know. Dialogue tags?

          The funny thing is, one will never learn what these words are until you involve yourself in writing. And if you involve yourself in writing without knowing these words you are considered an amateur. A Noob. Knowing those things are essential to know the unspoken rules or writing. These rules don’t appear in educational books, and it’s mostly learning through discovery.

          It’s also important to know that there are a lot of things writers consider when writing–no matter what kind of writing it is: free-writing, non-fiction, editorial, educational, fiction, etc. While starting a work, their minds can go from the target audience to the prose used to the effective narration to the right dialogue tags. And if none of you are aware, there are these dudes named Procrastination and Writers’ Block that gets in our way. We also consider techniques where we can find the best time for us to write, the best way to avoid writers’ block, and it does not take overnight to find the right way for an individual.

          Writing. Ha! You think it’s easy? At first I thought it was. Until I decided to send my writing to next level. It’s where I realized how I was still at the bottom of the food chain.

          Why don’t you try it?