Yung friend kong si Iya at yung mga classmates niya magkakasama sa isang room para mag-practice. Nakapatay yung mga ilaw, yung ilaw lang sa stage ang bukas. Magkatabi si Iya at yung bestfriend niyang si Lyka sa upuan. Umupo si Lyka sa sahig para magsuot ng sapatos at iniwan niya yung C.P sa armchair malapit kay Iya. Kinuha ni Iya yung C.P ni Lyka kasi baka mawala and nung kukunin na niya yung C.P biglang bumukas yung mga Ilaw. Kinabahan si Iya dahil may mga tao sa likod at nakita siya.

nabuo ko na, nakasave na lahat sa usb ko, okay na okay na ang lahat. Nag reply na ang publishing house na pinadalhan ko ng e-mail at isang sample ng kwento ko, hinihintay daw nila ang kabuuan ng manuscript, pag-aaralan nila kung papasa ba, kung pasok na ba para mai-publish. nangatog ako bigla, hindi ko alam kung bakit. last month pa 'yung reply nila sa akin, pero hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa din pinapasa ang manuscript ko, ilang beses ko nang pinasadahan, inedit, binawasan, dinagdagan,

labing siyam na kwento. swak na sa isang antolohiya.

Swak na nga ba?

'm not asking or complaining, it's just that it's kinda fun. It's my first day of the year and a lot of momentous events happened. For the second time in a row, life taught me lessons in a rough way...

One, hurting other people hurts more than you hurt your self

You're Nobody till Somebody Loves You.

Our Flag

Why is our flag colored, red, white, and blue?

With 3 little stars and a sun?

It's too similar to the colonial flags

that toyed with our hearts and minds.

If we change the flag, would it change us too?

And abaft a nation

to advance?

Or would the change be futile,

and arouse the riled

now i'm letting it kill me again. it's more intoxicating than tom cruise and a bottle of generoso. will i be a disastrous monster like i used to be? 

saosin: her eyes are so greener, they're so greener  (scream)

dududu dududu dududu dudu.. 

lately, i havent been acquainted with crayons. research papers and a blinking computer kept me occupied.

the findings in my "missing ideas" case is, tsk, jelousy. my ideas might be insecured with my school works. if i were in their shoes (my ideas)- if they wear  shoes, i would certainly feel the same way. why? because we used to be together 24 hours. now, i only turn to them during myjournalism class... or whenever my english teacher asks me to join an essay writing contest. im a user friend.

dont cry my ideas, i would offer my whole vacation for you. hold on.