Yearbook writeup

Currently Reading: My Peyups Tale by Raphlin Mirabeau Leyma

Now Showing: Reality Bites

“It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.” - Troy Dyer

Now Playing: This Side by Nickel Creek

“Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.

Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.

There's no path to follow, once you're here.

You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.

It's foreign on this side,

But it feels like I'm home again.

There's no place to hide

But I don't think I'm scared.”

"Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Oh, How I Remember the KISSES!

I was just reminded of the legendary kisses of my childhood. You know, the little kisses that we used to put in plastic egg shells with powder to let them multiply. (Yeah, multiply...) It was a vivid memory of my grade school days. Ah, how I miss those days -- my childhood -- when all I can think of was how to get away from my Ninang who always insists on letting me wear those kikay clothes during wash-day Fridays in school. If only I can always be young and carefree...


It's a lot more different now. I realized just now how I was not able to take responsibility for my stupid decisions and damaging actions. How could I? When in truth, I always feel young and carefree, I never seem to grow up.


Now, let the kisses remind me of my sweet and fragrant childhood that never ceases to make me smile even for a split second.