Author: Amyra Soriano

blue blood and stitches

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Losing my mother was like skydiving and not having a parachute. I was fucked from the jump. Undeterred by the risk, I managed to survive with a only few intramuscular bruises, scrapes, and self-diagnosed cynicism. September 28, 2012: A mother’s love is the most irreplaceable love a person can feel. It’s a privilege some fail to appreciate and reciprocate. Before even entering the world as a human, we are loved. Since we’re already inside her […]

last call for life

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It’s been rumored that a taste from the fountain of youthful ignorance may cause false invincibility. It’s true; it does. I dreamt dreams by day and fought demons at night to the point of self-defeat. My soul became unwantedly silenced by my own narcissistic lips. November 10, 2012: Five years from now, I don’t want to drink watered down Starbucks while driving the same broke-down Celica through Mission Boulevard to work where I’ll be rolling […]

checks and imbalances

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A new year is around the corner, and like the rest of society, I am just another statistic scribbling down resolutions repeated from yesteryears. But it seems that with age, more unfinished goals and past dreams stack among each other, waiting to be recovered between dusty lines. December 31, 2012: Is it not just a quick fix? The vicious card swiping. That last hit. The 2 a.m. Jack in the Crack binges. Alcohol. Whatever it […]

high tides and low lives

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The sharp-pitched and sometimes deep tone of your voice still replays itself, asking if the solid black turtle neck [like the other ten you owned] is maganda ba. In my head, these one-sided “could have been” conversations loop, and all I can ask for is to hear you one more time. But as time passes, the fading memories of when our lives intertwined cling to the remnants of my cerebrum while gently letting go of […]

en route to the unknown

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From weaving in and out of career paths, I realized I’ve been having a pre-quarter life crisis for nearly five years. In between the vicious debauchery and resistance to growth, I brushed off every cliche piece of — what I thought was unrealistic — advice saying to “do what you love” and all that sugarcoated bull. And even though I wasn’t truly sold on the stethoscopes and scrubs, I half-heartedly kept pursuing the goals of […]