It's always raining in my head

I've been desperately trying to write. But no words seem to come together. I'm so sorry dear blog. It seems I have a much too cluttered mind to keep you properly-kept. I will. Soon. Words will. Soon.

For now, here's something that left me speechless. Must: http://www.flickr.com/photos/twincitiesbrightest/3907701783/

Just ForSafe-Keeping

I am an ENFJ.

EDCO 101 under Ma'am Vinluan :)

We Oughta Know By Now

That breath
And breathe
Are two different things.

You can never breathe
If you don't have breath.

But having a breath
Doesn't necessarily mean
That you are breathing.

I'll Never Ask For Anyone But

Thank You, Lord, for giving me a brother.

I know I've always ranted about being the first born, and never having a kuya. I know I've always tried to fill up that spot by adding some machismo into who I am, which was a disaster. I know I've asked You so many times to let me die, and then resurect me and make me belong in another family just so I could have a kuya. And I know that I've been so ungrateful for not appreciating for what, or who rather, You've given me.

Pero. Thank You po talaga. Kahit na magalit ako sa kanya ng bonggang-bongga, oo pa rin siya na mag-pose para sa'kin. HAHA.

It was a lazy afternoon so we went up the roof and took pictures. It was funny 'cause we both looked like shit, with our tambay-sa-kanto pambahay. Walang hiya-hiya.

Are You

We all wanna be told that we are WORTH IT.

A Message to Self

While all the world is telling me to keep focus and just get this sem over and done with, my eccentric mind pushed me to "write". Cosmic powers, unite! Ha.

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Not all things point to

YOU

A million people
A thousand stories
Can be compared to

YOU

Not all signs point to

YOU

Selfish
Dreaming
Blissful

YOU

Careful, love.

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Now, I must get back to the world of blank papers and (supposedly) prolific minds.

I've Been Wondering

INDIVIDUALITY

Why do we make our words like this?

Should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do ♫



Just because I can't get it out of my head. It's been playing in there since Friday.

It's Gonna Be A Lovely Day

As I am typing these words in the silence of our home, a thousand Filipino families are grieving for the loss of their own homes, or even worse, of loved ones. While my lazy ass sits comfortably on this couch, a lot of Filipinos, here in Metro Manila and somewhere up North, are sleeping in make-shift beds in severely congested evacuation centers. Why then, am I spending my time here, while all the world tells me to get up and do something? I dunno. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there, someday, someone lazily surfing the net would be stumble upon my blog and read what I am about to say write type. And maybe, they'd stretch out their legs and get off their fat asses and eventually do something themselves. Inspired.

I can't finish. I need to act.

Hoppipolla

And there are a thousand things you can Love,
Despite your Disaster and your Disappointments.

In this single moment

Hold your heart out.
At its best it is
still vulnerable,
though true.

Open yourself
To everything.

Your vulnerability makes you fearful

But it is fear that keeps you faithful.
When faith wavers for doubt's sake,
Continue holding your heart out.
At its best

It may Vulnerable,
But still it is True.

And then, all that you have to do is

Love
A thousand things
In this single moment.
Just Love.

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Is it fear that keeps me faithful?
And, why Hoppipolla?