truth about the truth...

is that it's best after being dissociated.

ALG

THIS ONE IS ALL ABOUT YOU!
alain
lee
godoCHARnes!
haha!
hi bok!!!

live.love.live.forever.

i always wanted to go to Cambodia. plant Cannabis Sativa, literaly on a pot. collect the sand from every beach i soak in. read my favorite book on a hammock at 530 in the morning (when Venus is most visible). get bitten by an insect and end up in a hospital. live in a hut. clean it every week. be a vegetarian. breath the most virgin of breezes. get away with stealing a mango fruit from an untrespassable property. plant a whole plantation of Suriguelas (Sinaguelas..basta kanang color violet kung hinog then green kung dili pa hinog). fly my own kite on a rice field. sew my own clothes from used curtains. i want to be free from the hassles and pleasures of the city...away from mediocrity.away from the ordinary.
raise little Jedi knights and name one Becky ♥.


try traveling without taking pictures, perhaps it would be more memorable that way.

gibber gabber!

They were trying to raise the dead when they realized, they were broke.

Alchemy. Sorcery. Wizardry. You name it. You won’t get it.

Children will always be children.

As they say on TV, we never really grow up. The world is just shrinking.

Blah blah blah bleh bleh bleh blah blah blah blah bleh bleh blah!

pit senyor

2010 jan 16.
it was very overwhelming.
the drizzle ignored and the bogs of spit and dirt on the gutters.
im not a devout Catholic but im a strong believer of the Christian faith.
i have never seen or felt anything like it.
next year napod unya...

2010 jan 17.
22 years lived.
reunion with old mates.
ang pinaka walay hasol nga celebration pero mao podni ang pinaka labad.hahah

then come 2010 jan 18.
958 in the AM.w^^ee
~.^

2010 jan 19, 4am
you remembered. i know.
Thank you.~.~

no dedications... at least not anymore... one month old piece...

I was going thru some old letters the other day when I realized, the only love letter I had ever received was a heart shaped post-it sized pad. It was three years ago, I remembered I was studying in the library, the author was beside me. Quite, as I requested. And then he slowly slipped a note on the front side of my corner on the table. He pretended to sleep. The ONLY love letter I received had only 4 words in it--- the author’s name and that seemingly everlasting straight to the point 3-word paragraph.
For the next three years I have been compelling the author to write me more. And so he did, especially after every world war. Well, he didn’t like it but he knew it would make me feel better. The author admits he was never really good at words and so he wrote in the vernacular, nevertheless, I knew all along how hard it may have been for him. A paragraph would’ve taken him about an hour. It was no wonder why ¾ of each of his letters contained “hahahas” or “weheeeeeeeeees” and about fifty “…s”. The mere thought of him thinking of what to say already made me feel better.
But I guess those “compelled” letters couldn’t tantamount to the one on the post-it. I was looking for something more, uhmmmm, elegant, a Latin maxim perhaps, mere complications! That I have forgotten that they all mean one thing and that is the very fact that my favorite author has already written his best-seller three years ago… and he has never stopped publishing it.
The only thing more important than the kind of stationary you’re going to use, or the color of the pen, or the brand of card you’re going to buy is the sincerity of what you say. It doesn’t matter where it comes from, the head or the heart, just say it, straight to the point, and mean it…
I miss you.
but
not anymore...

g'bye Sparkles!

So love songs have always been the same…

If it’s not how they met, its how they broke up…and sometimes, how they got together again and how they vowed never to part…Ever.

I guess that’s all in songs now..

DRUNKLUMERJACK!

I sound like one of those love song junkies..

But really…

Its not that I’ve had enough..

Actually…

I wasn’t even close to being “enough”

But I guess he was...

In this love song...

I am the villain…

But I guess some people miss the point of this issue…

Let’s just say…

He’d be happier if we were like this…

I won’t be…

But a movie by Wynona Ryder and Adam Sandler taught me that time heals all wounds…

Here’s what I have to say…

There’s no wound here…

It's all scars…

So, can some quack heal this.!?

If someone ever asked me if I was ever in love?

I’d answer them…

“Yep… and it taught me never to.”

I was listening to Kat Perry and Ferras' Rush while writing this…

The love song I was talking about?
This would probably be the advent of my love song mania…

“And I sang my song to you…Your smile was priceless...”

You know who you are…

“I’m a junkie over you…”