Things I Learned and a Piece of Advice

I once had a conversation with someone who loves reading and has a great potential to creative writing, but the person was so reluctant into figuring out how to enrich that talent; the same thing I had felt years before I even go out and build a blog and start publishing stuff, because the idea of not being good enough frightens me. The thought of my works not being good enough for readers scares me. And no one, I’m pretty much sure of that, no one likes rejection. Whether it be for their opinion, idea or craft.

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Blast of Laughter, Sings and Lights

Blast of laughter, sings and lights
Flashing cheers and smiles a bright
Regrets and wrongs
Fears and worries of the night
As the year pays its final bow
We bravely turn our backs from sorrow
And dance our way
Facing a year that springs anew
Like a rose kept alone
Preparing to bloom its petals
Kissed by warmth of dawn.

Nicked Smile


Pain is what makes one wrench, shiver, torment and crumple like a wasted paper. Ruining like a train wreckage; leaving one’s soul undeniably savaged. It tests endurance, whether capable of surrendering faith or withstanding the odds. But one must learn that each stolen candy and nicked gracious smile shall be renewed the next day. For the moon wavers when the dawn breaks and unselfishly gives way to morn’s brightest rays.

Danica Aquino

When a door closes, either you stay in or out

Next week is the last of summer vacation, technically for those who had real summer vacation but I for one spent it mostly in a claustrophobic room of my summer class. That’s how I’d been spending vacations in the past two years, which makes me a bit sad because I probably would never, again, enjoy vacations at its extent when I graduate and start working.

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#4 Quote of the Week: Emily Dickinson

SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.


This is a special quote of the week featuring Ms. Emily Dickinson as I consider her the goddess of poetry. If I’m given a chance to meet someone from the past it would be her (along with Henry James and William Faulkner, few of my favorite authors). Yesterday marks her death anniversary (May 15, 1886) and so I decided to give her a tribute.