

Been buying books lately since there's this massive sale at national bookstore...but still I can't buy this two books that I've been wanting for months!!!!waaah!


Stuck in prospective
I have found no aim
Clearly we have no sense
In this twisted game
Where do we go from here?
Undermined by tears
Of our breathless fears
Where do we go from here?
Where did we take off?
Feeling only joy
Going to what is vague
Filled with endless coy
Where do we go from here?
Thinking of my dear
Taking what’s clear
Where do we go from here?
If there had been time
Do we have to play?
Still seeing what is beyond
Let’s just end this day
Where do we go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Story of Long Life and Death by *angelreich on deviantART
Take me to the place
That you have taken away
Of love and solace
Tell me the poem
That remembers no song
For it kisses away my long
If there’s nothing to ask
Why didn’t it last?
Why did it happen so fast?
If I were to count
Recalling my doubts
I crumble…
I try to find a way
Again, I crumble...
For there’s no reason to stay
“Pointless” that is what my friend said after telling her how I felt after staying under the pool for about a minute.
Well, it is kinda crazy, but I think it worked for me. It’s one of the many things that I had ever wanted to feel. You know, the feeling of being so weightless, so light, that no matter how much you wanted to be down you just keep on floating like a wandering soul waiting for its time to be consumed by something far better than the limbo. It is such bliss for me to hear all those screams and laughs that seem so distant from me. Yes, that is how I wanted to feel for some time, to be far away, to wander around and to feel no burden inside me, but just like any slap on the face, fate had already written it for so long that you have no choice but to rise up again and face all those people enjoying the time of their lives with a smile.
I guess, at some point of one’s happiness, a person still yearns to have this momentary stillness that, even though, it is more that enough he would still wish for it to be longer. But the thing is, wanting it too much is so foolish, because when you had too much bliss of comfort you will end up falling with a loud painful thud at the end.
I want to be weightless, at some give time, because right now I would just want to realize that this reality I am living in is much better than any other thing that consists of being whole and without any stress…
waah! first time to use the phrase "our love" in my poem...
reminder : I was never in love...
Will you sing it to me again?
Those words, unrelenting
Giving no chances in our time
Clearly, it was never too late
To move on against me
Against life and against our fate
Will it ever be close to you?
For me to just let go-
For you to completely undo;
Will it kill the very moment?
To stop the move of time
To take everything what's mine
Just to prolong what our love once meant…
Hanging out!
I had so much fun! I think it was summer since I last fooled around, talked and laughed hard with my friends. Oh how I miss them so much!
having fun with the costumes in the studio
Accountancy…
I really don’t know why the heck I keep blogging about this weirded part of my life. I think it is because this is what is currently taking over my life. And as our midterm approaches, I am giving myself lesser time for leisure and other stuffs and more time reading, solving problems, and trying to understand the momentum of whatsoever is in the assets stuffs of a business entity (okay I don’t need anyone to understand that part… I don’t either).
Norah Jones…
I’ve been a little fan of Norah Jones lately. It helps me to relax a little bit. I listen to her songs whenever I take breaks from reviewing, before going to sleep and even the moment I wake up. I like listening to her songs! Especially “come away with me” it makes me want to just take off with my imaginary convertible car, go to our province, enjoy the warm rays of the sun, feel the cool breeze of the sea while listening to it’s utterly soft songs created by it waves, and then fill myself up with my favorite food, crabs, and not minding how red I will look for the next few hours because of allergic reaction.
He would open his eyes to see the setting of the sun-there’s no rhythm. Silence, maybe. For as he slowly lifts his feet to dance, he can barely remembers the last embrace of the words that had took him away from the noise made by the past. Had I been the witness of his paradox-maybe? But there’s no timing slow enough to move along with him, not even the slightest momentum to pull him back from his strong delirium.
He would look up the darkening sky, the colors reflecting the lights that flash back in him. He would whisper the faint chants to move back, maybe, to take off the regrets he is feeling inside. No matter how much he had moved forward his eyes still contours what seems to be a part where everyone doesn’t want to let go of. There were no colors to reveal his melancholy, for as he passed through the deepest abyss he would simply fade out. I can see he had run out of memories to fulfill and dreams to remember.
Maybe it’s the scent? The addictive and distinctive scent of losing what was way beyond any paradigm. It’s was all make believe. For as I watch him close his eyes and fall back there is nothing to remember him of, nothing to sought after. For now, he had been a phantom…
I was feeing under the weather for the few days, and all that I was able to do in my free time is lie on my bed, listen to my radio, and imagine things that I think will trigger some self-destruct button in me.
It’s crazy to think that there is so much in me that is frail, as of the moment, and all it takes for me to explode into pieces is just a wrong move. But that, for me, is one of the greatest messes in one’s life. Because, at some point, you know that doing something beyond the line can cause so much destruction and yet you still do it. It’s something so enticing, something you just can’t ignore, something you just have to bite into. I guess this is how I live my 17-year-old life. It’s a complete balance of seriousness and wildness. It’s like knowing what direction you should take but once in a while, you would try to get lost and follow whatever you are feeling to do so and discover another world beyond the rules and then using your brain to get back on the right way. Some may think it’s dangerous, it’s insane, and it’s simply evil, but I think there’s a huge difference between experiencing something and going beyond your limitations (wow I think this is another lame excuse for me to drink! But I am done with it na!).
I am very sure that the game that I am playing is painful and dangerous but I would rather live like this with so much caution, knowing which lines to cross and not, rather that isolating myself from all the evil that surrounds me and making myself more vulnerable to the bites of reality. It’s a matter of knowing your limitation, right?……ΓΌ
A fun day:
been humming old songs
went to school
ate 2 sundaes from Mcdo
crossed many deep floods
and drenched myself with so much alcohol(ang kati kasi nung baha)...

Different voices I kept on hearing
Slowly eating me up alive
Condescending thoughts scorn my soul
Tricked, trapped, outraged
The awakening of emotions engaged
I fell, I was torn, destroyed
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Circling my mind
Pain, torment, suffering
Unfaithful, enraged, broken
For in my thoughts dissipates
Insipid, plain, blank
I am now undefined
Enigmatic world
Cynical mind
Circling, circling, circling
The music, the essence, the delirium
I see no body fully…