Its unlikely for me to publish unfinish pieces but I may not be able to finish this poem without you. So I’m posting this now, no edits or revision. Just a glance of how it was and a question of what would have happened..


Oceans between, oceans apart,
You close your eyes and imagine the warmth.
Oceans away and with oceans apart.
Yet I wonder why you have my heart..

I have the sun, you have the moon,
You’ll have your stars in time for my noon.
The coldness of your weather, and heat of mine,
We speak of whatever regardless of time.

The brightness of my day, the darkness of yours.
Not a parallel universe, not even close.
Thinking of this, it makes my head spin,
How the friendship grew like its out of a tin.



“It’s not about how you are all alike. It’s always about how you are different yet you still manage to be together despite the differences..”



This July..

Loving this song..

Drops of Jupiter

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time a to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey, hey

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you… even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
The best soy latte that you ever had… And me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way..


“Don’t act like an angel, your falling again. Your no superhero, i’d find in the end. So lie to me once again, and tell me everything will be alright. Lie to me once again and ask yourself before we say goodbye, is it worth it in the end?”

lie to me..

I’ve been trying to check the internet connection on my phone today, checking to see if what other sites I use will I be able to access through mobile and tada, a big, big smile spread to my face. I can now blog through mobile. yay. 🙂

mobile blogging..

“Misinformation is a bitch.”

Why do people have to provide wrong information? Seriously, if you don’t know anything about what you’re talking about, wouldn’t it be better to just shut up?

its been a while..

It has been seven months since I last posted on this blog. Negligence is something that I should probably avoid. And in order to do that, I’ll keep in mind that I shall always post here everytime I have the time, and the wisdom to do so. 



First Strike.

Religious beliefs and faith has always been one of the basis for judging a person. One believed in something one mocks. Yet the bottom line is, who believed in the majority always prevails and the weak minority forced to be silent. I am not against any religious beliefs. I give great respect for every person’s freedom to choose. But the only problem is, the war between every religion has been going on for as long as we know that declaring disbelief sometimes disgust a lot of people. Seriously though, don’t we all deserve the same respect? Because as far as I know, we are all just human, merely imperfect and flawed. The quality of life that you have or your status in the society  doesn’t make you any better. Like I stated, we are of the same kind. Through money or fame, we are all gonna die in the end. If it be brutal or simple, death can’t still be denied. So if your saying that because you believe in a certain thing makes you more important, then so be it. The level of your thinking is not my freaking concern. I am not saying that I am better just because I consider every aspect of the issue. I am just clearing that what I chose to believe and what I have not doesn’t count as a basis to be judged. The fact that I have decided to write this very post only caters how I don’t want to offend anyone by stating my real stand about religion. In mere truth, I have always been fascinated of why or how a person can believe in something without proof and maybe that’s the very reason why they do believe. The proof will only make them think again. And maybe they will change their minds. But whatever the reason they have for believing, for keeping the faith, for walking that very path I declined, is something I might never figure out. And just the same will happen to them. Maybe they will wonder why I chose what I did, and maybe they too will never be able to figure out.


Sa tinagal tagal ng panahon na di ako nakapagblog, maxadong overloaded na ang utak ko. tsk. tsk. maxadong maraming nangyari, maxadong maraming happenings. In short, outdated ka na mr. blog. Pero okay lang dahil in the next few days, sisiguraduhon kong may  bago kang laman araw-araw. (: