He pulled over and dropped me off the corner of a one-way street. He told me he needed to go. He told me there were things he needed to do that he needed to do alone. He used to tell me he will never leave me. He used to take me everywhere he wanted to go.… Continue reading The Thrill of Getting Lost
College has been a very memorable experience for me. It was where I met friends that I actually believe I could keep for the rest of my life. I became a big fan of collegiate basketball and volleyball. I had my first time to compete in a group quiz bee. I did the things I’m… Continue reading An Introvert’s First time to Party
While I was cleaning my room, I found a compilation of my compositions and drawings. This is one of the stories I wrote back when I was a messed up little kid who was so concerned about studying hard. Study Hard It is the day for the children to have a big test. Everyone kept… Continue reading Study Hard: written by a 7-year-old me
Hello. I’m sorry you got caught up in this mess. In another universe, we could’ve been good friends. Maybe we can. I don’t know. If you’re worried I’m mad at you, maybe you should talk to me, since you may already have a clue of what’s going on. I want to know your side of the story.… Continue reading Confrontations
I was walking alone in a quiet neighborhood. The moon was full and the streets were damp from the rain earlier. I was pretty sure that I was walking alone that night. Suddenly, I heard someone behind me say in a deep calm voice, “Wow.” I turned around but nobody was there. I looked around for… Continue reading Just Wow.
No, you don’t know me. You must have mistaken me for somebody else. No, I don’t know you. And probably I don’t even know most of the people in this room. I just came here because I had to. Well, I thought I had to. Clearly enough now, I should have stayed at home like… Continue reading Wallflower of the Party
I remember the two of us riding our bikes around the neighborhood. We’d ride along our school, the park, old houses and little shops. Afterwards, we would grab ice cream in a convenience store and sit by the the side walk to watch the cars and passers by. We were happy in those quiet moments.… Continue reading Dust and Tree Trunks