Some words

have only one definition,

some has plenty

but these words below

seem suspicious to me.

Example one is bubbly.

I know it as something

that has bubbles

or a person who is cheerful

but also...

As for candy, a sweet yummy

treat with sugar (natural

or artificial), fruits,

and nuts, too

but also...

When you celebrate, you remember,

commemorate, observe a special day,

acknowledge an event

or perform a ceremony

but also...

If you dine, you eat

with your family, your friends,

your colleagues, your workmates,

your special people

but also...

Engage, then, is when you get active,

you participate and be there

in that moment, right there

and right now

but also...

For me, the heart is an organ

in our body, according to biology,

which pumps blood

all day and night

but also...

Love, on the other hand,

is an emotion that is hard to describe,

define and discern in terms of words

because it transcends beyond it,

but also...

I know that a ring is a jewel

worn either on a finger or toe.

It can also be a circular object

or that you are surrounded by something

but also...

And for rose, the past tense of rise

or a garden plant with thorns

or the color pink in some cases

or the name of a person

but also...

Should I define them with another?

No, I guess not.

I'd stick with the mundane

and ordinary because

it's based on the dictionary.

Journal Entry 350: I had to doodle my way as I try to survive and surpass the day with this boring office work of waiting for requests in the registrar's office. Good thing I sketched a whole good image. I was thinking of me but the lady I drew does not look like me. She has this hair with red highlights, and a haircut I have no courage to do. She looks so smart and yet she has this air of imperfection on her. I asked my mates about this person but they all just said, "Wow, you look so cool in this self-portrait." This is not me. This will never be me for sure.

Journal Entry 351: I had the weirdest dream. I was talking to the lady in my sketch and we argued and fought hurling everything in my treehouse and as I was thrown across the room and was left unconscious, I saw that my face had gone blank. That was so horrible. Abby told me that I was just stressed out or burned out with the work we have and I just need to loosen up a bit.

Journal Entry 352: When I faced my mirror today, an unusual face showed up in front of me. She looked like the lady in my sketch. Then as I was dressing up, she moved my hand and controlled me to throw my phone on my bed. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I said reaching for my phone again. This time, she replied to me, "I know you are not perfect like me but you are pretending to be one."

"What do you mean?" I responsed back. "I know you like this hair I have and you are itching to do it but you are prim and proper and you should but you're a rebel at heart. You've always been one. You believe in love but you are never a people-pleaser. Don't fool me with that perfect girl façade, sweetheart."

That's it, I am so irritated by this other entity inside me. We're nothing alike and we'll never be.

Journal Entry 353: Hey, Andre here. I drugged Faye first because she's becoming annoying for me to handle. I just want you to know self that you are just right whatever perks you even have because that is your identity in this world. You are alive and you are well and you exist and live. You don't have to be perfect like Faye. She's the epitome of the perfect self which doesn't exist that's why you feel like an anomaly in this world because of doing everything in the right way. Be creative like what you are before. You don't know the right way but you know where the right path to finish whatever task is given to you so don't rely on Faye to survive. She knows nothing of being a strong woman. She even relies on men for her needs. Peace out, yo!

Journal Entry 354: Andre is a pain in the butt. DO. NOT. BELIEVE. WHATEVER. SHE. SAYS!

The journal stops here as the split between Faye and Andre materialize in real life. It's as if one is watching a cell pull away into two different parts. Andre is kicking herlsef out of Faye's body as Faye pulls away from the other in her annoyed state. As Andre stood with wobbly legs and balanced herself on the floor, Faye tackled her and tried to rip the other's hair out but she failed because she slowly faded and turned to dust along with the breath that Andre huffed and puffed as she struggled to stand with her new body.

"I'm free!" A smile formed from my lips and a sense of relief washed me all over. "This is me. No pretending now. Just the imperfect truth that I should have been years ago. Andre is at peace. Peace out, yo!"

Dangerous, flowy,

light and sturdy they go 'bout—

the Earth's elements.

Bright, crackling and warm

goes the unyielding fair fire

that heats up the hearth.

Gusts, blows, fierce air flows,

though defensive and serene

can slice the skin, too.

Sonorous, peaceful

but is sharp, cold and icy

when the storm rages.

Hardened, dusty, tough

But can care and nurture the

Flora and fauna.

"Hello, little friend,"

I told a little mouse

I found sniffing my shoe today.

He was all alone in the forest floor

and seems to be afraid

of the owls that are hunting him.

He climbed to my knee

and sniffed the air more

as if discerning my identity.

"I'm pleased to meet you.

My name is Andie.

What's yours?"

My newfound friend

seems to think

as he look at me.

"Is your name Todd?

Or perhaps Cody?

Do you want Desperaux, instead?"

I rambled and rambled

until he looked up to me

when I called him, "Ben!"

Now the grey little Ben

lives with me happily in his tiny, tidy hut

I made out of popsickle sticks.

When in fear (especially of toads)

1. Step back slowly. If the toad flinches, be ready to...

2. Run. Slowly for awhile but if the toad persists and faces you...

3. RUN FASTER! Just get away from that place as much as possible and never look back!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, YOU NITWIT! Run so it catch up on you and you are at a safe place back again to walk towards your destination.

When I was a lot younger, I dated a guy so refreshing to my whole being that I think I don't deserve him. We had a whirlwind romance. We made out like a few times ever since we met and got together for just about a few days.

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The time I was going back to my hometown after fetching and packing all my stuff from my dorm room, he volunteered to accompany me and this is what I regretted the most.

If I could have just went straight to the terminal and told him that I already left, we wouldn't have been in a motorcycle accident which left me and my Mom scarred forever. I don't regret having a scar from it but it turned my world upside down. Mom began to distrust me because of that and it hurt me more than anything. My thought that I deserved him changed to remorse as I stayed longer with him.

He was not the one I knew he was. I learned to distrust him and in time got angry with myself for liking him more no matter how bad of a match we are. He doesn't understand my goals and our future together but just our present. I cannot live with a man like that. He's jobless as I am at the time and he doesn't think of employing to one as I have the plan to go find one for myself to sustain myself.

Leaving him may be a breath of fresh air but it also got harder to move on from him because of how good he was before the fall happened.

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If I can rewrite this one back, I would have stopped myself from being a daredevil to date him in the first place so both of us did not get hurt at all.

If you would reward writing

As to how it is written,

you should be very technical.

You should know

what it is:

an elegy, a haiku,

a microfiction

or a novel too,

or maybe a grand epic

or a long play script;

maybe a news article

or an essay spouting opinions

or just some random

journal entry

you'd like to publish.

Then after identifying

what kind of writing it is,

you may now pinpoint

every aspect it is made of,

like for poems:

rhythm, rhyme and meter;

prose stories with

characters, plot and theme;

and drama with its stage

productions.

But be careful

of being too general

as you want to be so critical

on picking out

how it has been scribbled.

And don't go into details

about the message and its emotions,

you want to be technical, stick to it.

If you would reward writing

as to how it makes you feel

and learn something,

be careful of your interpretations

for it may or may not

become helpful

to the writer and even to others

who read your comment

or review.

Likewise, be careful

of the figures of speech

you will find.

It may give you more insights

on what was written

by the author.

But stand by what you have felt,

read and understood

because that is what pulled

your heartstrings

to love what that writer

has conceived

with his or her words

and emotions.

Yet what about my opinion

you ask?

Oh, message is more important

because without it

you'd never understand

a written article

but you also have to look

at its method

to comprehend its form.

Joy and peace

to the first month

of this age

we all hope to have;

Abundance

and overflowing blessings

we desire to receive

evenly across the globe;

Nifty things

we anticipate

to tiptoe slowly but surely

in our humble lives;

Unconditional love

we wish to overflow

in and to every soul

living in this earth;

Achieving a level higher

in our lives aspects

we aspire to attain

from this time on;

Robust immune bodies

we dream to reach

so we may live full

and well-spent; and,

Youthfully vibrant spirits

we aim for

as we tread

the wonderful Rabbit's year.