September 22, 2014
Pakita ko’ng bird ko…

Pakita ko’ng bird ko…

June 5, 2014
I grew in a world where the the girl to boy ratio is 6 to 1 and none of my experience could ever prepare my life with her.  She holds on to every word, every promise, every emotion she receives from me.
I try to be a few steps ahead before her mind runs miles around mine.  I try to teach her about kind hearts as she taught my heart about real love.  Thanks Thierri, you’ve been all kinds of wonderful.

I grew in a world where the the girl to boy ratio is 6 to 1 and none of my experience could ever prepare my life with her. She holds on to every word, every promise, every emotion she receives from me.
I try to be a few steps ahead before her mind runs miles around mine. I try to teach her about kind hearts as she taught my heart about real love. Thanks Thierri, you’ve been all kinds of wonderful.

May 28, 2014

Impostor

Sana ang tubig kong panligo’y
Galing sa balon

Sa araw na kikitilin ang aking buhay
Ng iniinom kong lason

At ang buhay ko
Na puno ng pagkakataon

Ay masisilip lamang sa mga kwentong
Sa limot binaon

At ang buhay ng bawat isa’y huhusgahan hindi sa mga pagkakamali
Kundi sa mga di ginawa
Ang mga tamang di inabot

Hindi ko kailangan ang saklolo ng isang impostor
Ang dugtong ng buhay mo’t buhay ko’y
Bunga lang ng malupit na pag inog ng mundong naghihikahos

ang dugtong ng pangalan ko’t pangalan mo
ay yun lang, isang dugtong

May 9, 2014
The pictures in my wallet… The pictures on my wall… Are of people closest to my heart… People who make up my soul… If you think that everything overabundant in life like these rhymes are priced cheap… You would never understand why love is free…

The pictures in my wallet… The pictures on my wall… Are of people closest to my heart… People who make up my soul… If you think that everything overabundant in life like these rhymes are priced cheap… You would never understand why love is free…

May 8, 2014
Wherever you may go… it don’t seem fair… for days to disappear… your light reflected now… reflected from afar… we were but stones… your light made us stars… /lightyears—pj

Wherever you may go… it don’t seem fair… for days to disappear… your light reflected now… reflected from afar… we were but stones… your light made us stars… /lightyears—pj

May 5, 2014
Presumptions

You are untied
So you must be free
You are not mine
So you must be his

I am closing my mind
I am closing my eyes
All I see is dark
I picture my heart

The world is too big
With hands too many
Pushing, pulling
When I just wanted to be held

Out of my own private…

I am closing my eyes
I am closing my heart
I am losing my mind
I am lost in the dark

May 4, 2014

My new sounds:

April 27, 2014
I’ve always been proud of the friends that I keep in PAGCOR.  We all share the same aspirations as members of a family, a community and as sensible human beings.  What good is the money that you make if it doesn’t make the people around you happy or better?  
Congrats to kuya Noni and ate Judy’s son, Bugs for graduating from UP D today.  

The son said he is a wise investment… Well, you are an achievement shared by everybody in the community and there are more great things in sight to be reached! Keep on going!

I’ve always been proud of the friends that I keep in PAGCOR. We all share the same aspirations as members of a family, a community and as sensible human beings. What good is the money that you make if it doesn’t make the people around you happy or better? Congrats to kuya Noni and ate Judy’s son, Bugs for graduating from UP D today. The son said he is a wise investment… Well, you are an achievement shared by everybody in the community and there are more great things in sight to be reached! Keep on going!

April 23, 2014
Poor Man’s Pochero.   

My dad once cooked for ate Lennette’s theater group when we had nothing in the kitchen but 2 cans of pork and beans, cabbage and loose cuts of meat.  The result was not gourmet but the smiles and the stories shared at the dinner table was tied on that good meal.  The essence of the moment stuck with me since.  

I am nowhere near being a good cook but my kids eat what I prepare so I make sure there’s goodness with what they take in.

Poor Man’s Pochero. My dad once cooked for ate Lennette’s theater group when we had nothing in the kitchen but 2 cans of pork and beans, cabbage and loose cuts of meat. The result was not gourmet but the smiles and the stories shared at the dinner table was tied on that good meal. The essence of the moment stuck with me since. I am nowhere near being a good cook but my kids eat what I prepare so I make sure there’s goodness with what they take in.

April 18, 2014

caitlinhill:

as-cool-as-an-attempted-suicide:

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

Me

what we stay alive for

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