Saturday, May 28, 2016


(Written on 12 Dec. 2001)

You are the feather
     that tickles my bone
And the wasp
     that gets me to moan

You are the flame
     that burns my skin
And the breeze
     that sends chills within

You are the accident
     to which I am prone
And the habit
     with which I have grown

You are the poison 
     I have to spit out
And the spice
     I can't eat without

You are the hero
     who saves my day
And the villain 
     who blocks my way

The rule, the law
     I cannot amend
A chapter in my life
     I had to end.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Hello, Old Friend...

Hello, Old Friend...

It has been a while since I last posted here. I have been too busy...too preoccupied...and at times too happy to write anything. I guess what they say is true, that the sweetest songs are always the saddest. That one could only write beautifully when they are sad. I'm not saying that I do write beautifully. I guess what I'm saying is that one only feels that aching feeling to pour their hearts out and write when they are very sad.

So here I am...saying hello to you, Sadness, My Old Friend.  I'm a low point again. Oh well, that's life. There are highs and lows. And when you are at your lowest, you babble about things. Things no one could understand most of the time. That even you don't even understand the point at times. And that's where I am right now. At a point, wherein I just put pen to paper so to speak and I really have no idea where my trackless train of thought is taking me.

My eyes are heavy from crying from watching The Fault in Our Stars and somehow feeling pity for myself. I just found myself agreeing with Hazel Grace, "it's just not fair". I'm not dying, or sick, or anything but life, really is just not fair...

Saturday, October 05, 2013

Dear Nian (A poem for a precious girl)

Sometimes, it's difficult to prove that you love somebody because of the many constraints or hurdles in life.  Limitations set by time, by status, or by a person's capabilities. It is even harder when the involved person is a child. 

Children only knows black and white, they don't recognize a gray area. They only feel either love or neglect. It's difficult for them to understand certain circumstances that sometimes prevents us adults to show them our love.  But as they grow into adulthood, they ease into it. Sometimes they learn to understand and take it as it is. However, there are also times when they fail to see the love and focus only on the pain of unfulfilled longing for affection.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Random Thoughts 8: Dilemma

Just when you thought everything is already perfect, something more fun and exciting comes along. Now, you're in a dilemma whether to stay in that perfectly nice and safe state or, hop in on a risky but fun and exciting ride to somewhere unknown.

The only question is, "Is it worth the risk?"

Friday, June 21, 2013

Random Thoughts 7: On Being Happy

Life may not be all good and rosy, but we can choose to be happy.
You may not have the fairytale love story you've been dreaming of but hey! you have a love life, at least. Not all people do, so make the best of it. Give it your damnest best shot! ;)