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Fact You, Life.

Posted: October 11, 2016 in Kung anu-ano lang . . .
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  • It doesn’t mean that if you always do good things and be good all the time, life will always turn out well for you.
  • Same with relationship. Sometimes, the one you love the most is the one who never loves you at all.
  • People, mostly, are separated by race, gender, and religion.
  • Man is a perfect creation; so perfect that we are also perfect in being stupid.
  • Most of us always take life for granted.
  • And we always give importance to those things that are not really important.
  • Always wasting our resources to strengthen our forces for war, and seek life outside of this planet full of life.
  • Love is underrated.
  • We are born to die.
  • We cannot insert the USB to the port properly. Sometimes, we still cannot do it for the second time; and worst, for the third time.

Dear,

Posted: February 23, 2015 in Kung anu-ano lang . . .
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Dear 032.41-077.10,

I am no prince to love a princess like you.

I am no saint to have your endless admiration.

But I am here, enjoying your sweet caress, melted in your graceful smile.

Your love has neither been anachronistic nor incongruous. It is always perfect in time, perfect in place whenever I need it.

I love all the things about you: your hair, your skin, your nose, your lips, your eyes, even your ugly eyebrows that always give the chills and goose bumps whenever you get mad at me, everything!; your consummate sweetness that makes me feel very special, and your passionate kiss that always gives me a chance to taste a little bit of heaven here on earth.

You are my inspiration, and at the same time, my weakest point.

You are the oasis of my lifeless and dull personality.

You are the moonlight in my lonely and starry night.

You are the sunshine and I am the tree that shall have never been grown without your light.

You are the epitome of such beauty that no one could ever resist.

You are the one that I’ve been waiting for a long time, the merriest gift, and the most important part of me that I know I really don’t deserve.

I still can’t believe that you are mine now. You are the greatest mystery, the climax of my love story, written by The God Almighty.

I am sorry for this pretentious letter.

All I just want to say, more than words can say – I love you.

Ang sarap maging bata, walang responsibilidad; laging may nakaalalay, laging may nakalingon. Hindi pa importante sa atin nuon ang anumang relihiyon. Matutulog nang pagod hindi dahil sa stress, kundi dahil sa paglalaro natin buong maghapon. Laro lang sa’tin nuon ang langit, lupa at impyerno. Sinasayang lang natin dati ang papel, gunting, bato. May instant family tayo sa bahay-bahayang laro, at laging may aguinaldo t’wing sasapit ang PASKO. Kabataan ay ‘yung mga oras na tinanong natin ang buwan, “Baket mo ba ko sinusundan?” ‘Yun ‘yung oras na naging prinsepe’t prinsesa tayo sa sarili nating mundo. ‘Yun ‘yung parte sa buhay natin na minsa’y nakalipad tayo at naging superhero. Kabataan ay ‘yung kaisa-isang parte sa buhay natin na kahit pinanganak kang mahirap eh siguradong babalik-balikan mo.

Ang sarap maging bata kasi buong-buo ka pa. Wala ka pang lamat at ‘di ka pa nakalalamat ng iba. Kabataan ay kayamanang nauubos pero hindi nawawala sa isipan. Kayamanang aalalahanin sa ating katandaan. Huwag ipagkait sa ibang tao. Kabataan ang dahilan kung sino ka ngayon.

Kabataan ang ugat ng iyong PAGKATAO . . .

Pasens’ya na po kayo sa mapanghusga kong mga mata na patuloy na nagbubulag bulagan sa aking nakikita; sa nagbibingi-bingihan at naririndi kong mga tenga ‘pag nakaririnig ng di maganda; sa aking bibig na wala sa katinuan ang pagbuka, at sa dila kong mapaglinlang na sumasaksi sa kasinungalingan para mangangrabyado ng iba. Pasens’ya na rin po kayo sa bato kong mga kamay, na kadalasang nakasasakit ng kapwa at ng aking mga kaaway. Sa mga paa kong tumatahak ng maling landas na inuutusan ng sakim at makasarili kong utak na hindi man lang mahawakan ng manhid kong puso at nagdurusa kong kaluluwa. Patawad Panginoon sa makasalanan kong PAGKATAO.

I do need no one to tell me about heaven,
I look at my grandpa, and I believe.
I do need no proof when it comes to God and truth,
I can see the sunset and I perceive!

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