You stated the words

That I have been wanting,

Yet dreading to hear…

I know and believe

That my heart is going

To betray me again. 

You said you missed me…

My heart still skipped a beat

Upon hearing your voice,

Upon seeing your smile…

I hesitated back then,

Tongue-tied and mixed emotions…

However, clarity still embraced me

That I am not the one.

So I bit my tongue

And stopped myself 

From saying….

“I miss you too”
~ H (December 16, 2017; 2:37am)


I collapsed today.

Here’s another personal excerpt to add my long list of stories about my constant fight towards this ill that has gotten me.
The word “adulting” played a crucial role today. 

Despite that sudden rush to the school’s clinic… Despite that fainting spell I experienced awhile ago… I still continued on stuDYING like nothing happened.

It was hard at first… When all of a sudden, blackness dominated my conscious being. It’s as if my brain has gone tired with all these scoring and assessments it decided to take a break… with or without my consent.

However, when blackness welcomed me… After a few agonizing minutes (actually, I really have no idea how long I was out… They said it was just for a while) comes the explicitly white exterior. My mind buffered for a few more minutes…. 
Confusion bombarded my tired mind. I then realized, I am still at school. After a terribly long sermon and lengthy advices from the doc… I was finally released from the white place. (I am thankful for my age… If I was a minor, they wouldn’t easily let me out and will demand for a chaperone).

I still thank God because it didn’t happen during my client meeting. (What would my client think of my credibility if that happened in front of him?).

Despite all these low BPs and severe anemia dominating my weary being…. I still managed to survive today’s wrath. I was still able to pass that paper which is way past the due date… Was able to convert raw scores to T scores, was able to interpret the draw-a- person test quantitatively… And many more. This day was still productive despite that unexpected commotion awhile ago. 

I just hope and pray that my world would stop spinning for a change. It’s been weeks already, can’t these earthquakes stop disturbing my whole being? Also, I hope I won’t look like a zombified-vampiric-look-alike being anymore… Even lipsticks can’t address my colorless face. 

This is an indication that I need to sleep soon. 

Lord, be my guide for the last remaining days of this term. I am so tired, so dizzy, so weak. Nausea has conquered my being. 
~ H (December 13, 2017; 1:11am)

I am so tired.

Corporate attires, limitless defenses, concept papers, deadlines… DEADlines… 

So we finally reached the 11th week when students are much more concern with their grades before anything else. 

These are the times when cups of coffee are positively correlated with productivity. 

These are the times when sleep is negatively correlated to academic performance. 

These are the times when health is taken for granted. 

I’ve constantly experienced mini-earthquakes these past few days. Here I thought it was a natural occurrence… 
Unfortunately, it was a biological occurrence caused by lack of rest and sleep. 

I am so tired… So let me vent it all out here and waste a few moments of my precious time to rant and to express my feels. 

I am so tired. So tired with all of this. I need a break. From everything. Please. 

Right now, I am still beyond thankful for God’s never-ending grace. He constantly supplemented my whole being with inner strength and stability. 

At times, I almost passed out in the department, was rushed in the clinic because of such nausea… Vertigo has dominated my being… But here I am, still in one piece. 

Few days left Hazel, all of these things will be worth it. 

Right now, I need a hug, an assurance, and a few words to tell me to keep going.
I am standing at the brink of a knife…  I am standing at the edge of the cliff… 

I just hope and pray that I’ll survive the remaining days of this week. 

And have that sleep and rest that I fully deserve. 

~ H (December 11, 2017; 10:03pm)

P.S. Another addition to my limitless meds and vitamins (that I’ll soon forget to drink 😂) 

Loljk. I am going to try my best to faithfully drink this every day. (Coz, I don’t want to keep coming back to that white place again 😷)



we need

to get lost

to be found


we need

to be broken

to be repaired.


we need

to have fear

to gain courage.


we need 

to be in the dark

to appreciate the light.


we need 

to know 

what it feels

like to

have nothing

to gain 



we need to have

trials, so we

have the 


to embrace



we need 

to experience


to know the feeling

of being filled. 

~ H (December 5, 2017; 2:02am)


I don’t know what could be the best title for this writing piece… I hope you help me out with this.

Here it goes… another writing entry.


He entered the music room with his sleek shoes noisily tik and tak… it’s as if he is sporting a new commercial or modeling his profligate being.


I still continued on playing the piano, it has been ages since I last played and to be honest I can feel myself slightly rusty due to my unused talent. He proceeded to lean on the piano and looked at me.


“When was the time my fingers last graced over these white and black keys?” I asked as I continue to gracefully press the rustic keys of this piano. I shifted to the key of D on a different octave… my favorite piece started to fill the Christmas air.


“I don’t know, you ask him” He tapped the piano and guffawed. He then proceeded to situate himself at my back and tried reading my clumsy notes that I have been hastily writing on for the past hour.


I can feel the intense weight of his curiosity as he tried to make sense with the nonsensical notes that I’ve written in my music book… notes that I believe won’t make sense in the eyes of a non-musician like him. I stopped playing and faced him.


“I am working on a musical piece… I am trying to compose one again” I explained and faced the piano again.

“What for?” His voice suddenly lightened up.

“I don’t know… the last composition that I did was ages ago… maybe during my Highschool years and part of me wanted to compose again.”

“And you’re planning to consolidate all these instruments to the said piece?” He waved over his hand to all the instruments inside this music room.

“Yep” I popped the ‘p’ and proceeded playing the piano.

“Cool” He sighed with awe and proceeded to lean on the piano once again, facing me.

“I wish I could help you though” He stated. I stopped playing the piano and faced him.

“I wish you could” I heartily laughed and then shifted my attention to the acoustic guitar lying on the floor. I proceeded strumming, key G wafted down and filled the room.

“Ugh, what instruments can’t you play?”  He breathed with a mixture of awe and jealousy. I stopped strumming the guitar and seriously looked at him.




“A human’s heart” I whispered.


“A what?” Confusion laced his voice.


“I can never play a human’s heart nor have the right or ability to do so, I don’t have the heart to strum someone’s heartstrings and leave it once I am done using it.” 

~ H (November 26, 2017; 11:04am)


p.s. I don’t know where I got such inspiration to write this.
More personal excerpts coming soon. I found my old notebook filled with poetry and other nonsensical content way back 2014. If ever I finally have the time… I’ll gladly post it here. If ever I have TIME.

p.p.s I am starting to love writing short excerpts like this. I hope I’ll get to publish my collection soon. My journal’s running out of space for me to write. I don’t know if this is an indication that I need to stop, or I need another notebook to express myself thoroughly.

The Girl

The girl with 

the broken heart,

had unintentionally

let her heart be

trampled on.

The girl with

the broken soul,

had unintentionally

felt her soul

hollow and empty.

The girl with 

the broken mind,

had unintentionally 

let her thoughts 

consume her,

burn her till ash.

Yet, these things

made her





~ H

(December 3, 2017; 1:17am)



To me,

He was those

lingering steps,

the crack in every footsteps

in the wooden floor

of this rustic house,

As he turned the light on

and searched for my

longing face,

A faint giggle 

in the frigid air,

He was always

my coming home.

~ H (December 3, 2017; 1:05am)


I dunno where I got such inspiration to write this entry. All I know is that my heart has been shattered in a million pieces… 

Maybe because I finally had a lighter perspective… and I hope someday, my future half will get to read this. 

Because I know and believe, he’ll always be my coming home. Even though we haven’t crossed paths yet. 

I am not alone

It has been tiring lately… 

But as the battles grew fiercer 

and the nights grew heavier…

I know and believe that I am not facing this alone. 

Eventually, things will slowly get better. 

~ H (December 1, 2017; 1:31pm)
p.s. 2018, I am so ready for you. Come sooner please!