Give Up

“I like you!”

There. He did it. His voice ringing throughout the almost empty hallway. He said it. He said it to the girl five feet in front of him. The girl he has always loved.

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I looked up at the sky as I waited under the awning of a closed shop. Dark clouds were speeding across the pale blue sky.

A storm might be coming.

Today was just like that day.

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There it goes. 6 inches of the crown of my head. I watched as the strands of my hair flit down softly on to the white tiled floor. There’s no more turning back. I ain’t going back. This was it. I’ll push through. I’m moving on.


There goes my pain from realizing that we are never going to be.

Snip. Snip.

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“Thank you for your patronage!”

I heard the man from the bar say as I pulled the door shut behind me.

“Man, I had a good drink. What do we do? The trains have stopped running.”

Maybe I drank a little too much. The world seemed to be slightly spinning, but I can stand and walk so I guess everything’s good. I looked ahead at my companion who was standing at the edge of the street, waiting for the light to turn green. I draped my arm around him.

“Hey, did you have fun? You were silent this whole time! Did you have enough to drink? Hey! Are you listening?”

I stared at him. His blue button-down shirt that looked like all his other button down shirt. His faded jeans just like all his other faded jeans. And that scarf. That annoying scarf which he uses to cover half his face. Up until his nose so that only his eyes show.

Argh. I want to tear it off him so bad, that scarf. The same old red and black plaid scarf which he uses every time we go out. Every single time. It was just my luck that we became friends during these cold months so he does have an excuse to use it. But damn, I can’t see his face that much because of it.

Well, I do see him at school, but he always has this poker face plastered on him. The only reason a slacker like me and a scholar like him who are both from different majors would meet was because we were both forced to become reps for a certain university Christmas event. And from then on, I just couldn’t leave him alone.

Continue reading “Midnight”


I leaned back on my chair as I stared at the rays of the sun slowly painting the sky from the tops of the buildings.

Gently placing my cup of coffee on the glass table, I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Slowly yet steadily, the world was waking.

I wondered when I started looking at the world this way. The view from this spot outside the coffee shop, under the awning, from the same chair every morning did not change. But somehow, everything was in full color, vibrant and alive.

I glanced at my watch.

6:47, huh?

It’s almost time.

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Hello, my friends!

That was quite a break. I didn’t expect it to take this long for me to get in the groove to write this final post for this project. And this past few weeks have been busy, with congresses to grace, meetings to conduct, classes to attend (hooray for surviving my first three days as a 4th year student!), and matters to settle.

Continue reading “THS: Epilogue”

And here we are at the fourth and final intermission of The Haiku Syllabary.

That’s right, guys! Almost two months have gone by so fast and we are nearing the end of the project! After this intermission, it will be full steam ahead to the end! The last six entries will be posted as scheduled.

I actually have mixed feelings about this. There’s this sense of accomplishment that I have been able to create, with the help of my friends and of life, 26 haiku together with their blog posts. I also feel this way towards the fact that I have been able to see to the end my very first compilation project. There’s also this sense of relief that I have been able to do it and that it is now over. But I also feel sad at the same time because of the same reason: it’s over.

Though I have to say this project has been a lot of work, and most of the time I had to rush to beat the deadline (well, this part is my fault) and not to mention the amount of thought put into each and every entry, but I enjoyed all of it, nonetheless.

I should really be saving these thoughts for the post after the last THS entry. It’s not even over yet but I am already feeling tearful. It has been great with you, my dear readers.

Continue reading “THS: The 4th Intermission”

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