I never thought someone would appreciate my work for I am only playing in writing things up. because I am a master of NOTHING. I write everything on what's in my mind in mess. so who would've thought i can make such "beautiful" piece of nothing?

I like writing. I create, express, share anything through writing. I LIKE yes, LIKE writing, but writing is not my passion. I just write things in no place and time. no pressure. but lately, I realized that expressing everything through writing enjoys and makes me happy.

Writing for me is not an obligatory act. Rather, it is voluntary. A free will to be exact.

I started writing when I was is my primary years. but, I did it for grade purposes (HAHA). My first piece of write up was when I was in my fourth year high. when our adviser decided to leave us for her to be home. I wrote something for her as a remembrance. I wrote it during the wee hours of the night. writing while tears are falling because of the feeling of being left behind.

The next day, I handed my piece of paper to our adviser. I just received a simple " thank you " but I know, it's from the bottom of her heart. at the night of that day, I received a chat message from her saying " thank you for the wonderful poem you've made. continue writing. you have a talent in writing. " from then on, that message of hers was stapled in my mind. Up until now, every time I write, I always remember what she said. For that, I THANK YOU, MISS! :)

A Friend on the Side

Observing things that are happening in your life.
The one who you will call when everything is hard to understand.
The one you always look for when no one is around.
The one who you can simply request to do things for you.
The one who is always there in sorrow and and in pain.
The one who is always there in everything you do.
And the one whom you always forget when everything is back to its happy place.