July 2011
1 post
“i fear that the day i finally stop hurting would be the day i’ll stop...”
June 2011
9 posts
You throw a stone towards me Watch out. I’ll return a boulder.
You pick a rose for me. Just you wait, sir, a bouquet is coming your way.
You plant a kiss lightly on my lips, I inhale your whole being.
i breathe as you breathe in and out slowly surely our breathing synchronized owning eachother succumbing to the very passion sealing us together moving trembling our bodies intertwined spellbound
as we become one.
tuwing gabi lang ako lumalabas kung kailan WALA NA akong kakumpitensya sa utak mo kung kailan SOLONG-SOLO ko na yang isipan mo ang tanong —- Ano na nga palang balak mong gawin sa akin? - Ideya
Through The Stubborn Girl's Eyes
Others find comfort in the light The familiar, the usual. I, on the other hand, prefer darkness In darkness, anything’s possible. You could be here right now I wouldn’t know. It’s dark. Unlike the light that limits me To the four walls around me. In dreams, my mind’s swirling From all the possibilities. But the faint crow of the rooster Is pulling me back. Being the...
alam niyo yung feeling na Nasusuka sa kabusugan Natatae sa kabusugan Nahihilo sa kabusugan Natutulala habang Nagbuburp sa kabusugan at kung anu-ano pang kahirapan dahil sa kabusugan? ‘Yun. Yun ang gusto kong maranasan ngayon. - ika ni Bubuy na kumukulo na ang sikmura sa aleng nilimusan niyang bigla na lang nakipagkwentuhan di naman pala mamimigay ng limos tangina diba
there should be a term invented for the so-called
klasjdfhasklghklsdghskldhgasdh.
and no, BLAH is not it.
The familiar gates inviting you into a place you once considered as a second home. But once you get passed the gate, your whole being clashes with what you once were. Trying to fit it all back. Like a uniform three sizes too small. It still fits but it’s too uncomfortable. It still fits but something’s not right. It still fits but something’s not in place. Some excited soul...
going micro-
Ouch. Sorry. Ouch. Sorry. Ouch. So—Bang!
in the midst of abandoned walls and stolen kisses.. lies a struggling heart
settling
for
compensation.
February 2010
1 post
FUU
i succumbed to the latest cyber sensation. http://formspring.me/cindidaballero
what the fuck is wrong with me. i probably won’t last there anyway. boredom or whatnot might get in the way. besides, i’m not famous enough to have haters/fans. hhhaaaaahhh. lame.
November 2009
1 post
TAMADITIS
tinatamad na ko maglipat. saktong mga walang kwenta pa mga nalagay ko dito. hm. i think magbubuhay LJ na lang ulit ako.
eniwey. here’s something. from murakami. not me.
“if i listen to some utterly perfect piece while i’m driving, i might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. but listening to the d major, i can feel the limits of what humans are capable...
October 2009
7 posts
“As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and...”
– Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut
“The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew...”
– PETER PAN by J.M. Barrie
Pilipinong malaya. Ang buhay ay biyaya. ‘Wag magpapatiwakal. Kundi isa kang hangal.
Miracle
Craig: He’ll end up having 20 players who hate his guts. Doc: Well, maybe if they hate him, they don’t have time to hate each other. It’s not that we didn’t talk. It’s just that you never asked. (gasgas na)
Q: How’s your leg? A: I’ll let you know when I can feel them. The next time you wear that jersey, think about this. What’s more important is...
from a priest's homily
it’s not just making the right choices. it’s about making the right choices for the right reasons.
hindi lahat ng nagmahal, nagtiis. pero lahat ng nagmahal, marunong magtiis.
not to make a choice is a choice by itself.
TIMEQUAKE
i was tempted to underline more. but then again i remembered that i didn’t own the book.
“MOST MEN ARE BASHERS. MOST WOMEN ARE SWOOPERS.”
“Talk about remembering the future!”
September 2009
1 post
FRIDAY THE 25th
due to unforeseen circumstances, these three songs instantly came intoo mind. i really do have a good memory.
SOUNDTRACK OF TONIGHT:
Fake faces everywhere I see. Fake people looking back at me. Sit down. Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me where I don’t belong. - The Latest Plague; From First To Last
If home is where the heart is then we’re all just fucked. I can’t...
August 2009
1 post
You can’t impress everyone. For people have different expectations. No need to bring out a gun. Expand your limitations. yeah