through the looking glass

how do you do?
its summer here in the philippines
and i just cant take the humid,
but i have to love the warm because
they give flying kisses to the little flowers my father planted
(i can imagine them smiling during morning.),
and oh, the sweet scent of moss and ferns
at the back of our house.

ps. im thinking of creating another blog.
whatduyyathink?

pss. il be reading through the looking glass
again for the summer.

Let's Get Lost In Books

My new year's resolution is to:

1. Read more books than last year.
2. Paint pictures in words.

What's yours? :)

Rivers and Mountains

This is not practically the first time I visited a remote area, but indeed, it was my first time to be with my friends in a farm. We had traveled for two hours and it made our butt itch, but it was okay. The place was like a secret garden to me. It's really magical. I'm looking forward for another road trip.

Xoxo <3

From Cebu with love

Dinner with friends

My bestfriend's birthday

Year End Party

Graffiti Artists

A piece for 1 Peso

Travel to North

footbridge links

It has been a week since I promised to post pictures. A friend took gazillion photos but I only chose those pictures above to represent every activity we had. A friend and I was really astonished when we visited a thrift shop. Imagine? A piece of clothing for only 1 Peso! That's a real bargain!

I wanna give credits to Rona for sending me an SMS that she's looking forward for me to post the pictures in this site.

Lullaby's gone cold as night

Who's that girl under the thespian sky?
Answer: Me

Holiday is fast approaching. As year 2009 nearly at its end, I would like to share few things about myself that surely you didn't know. It's going to be messy inside my mind as I'm going to babble them out. ...it's time to unleash!

♥ This is not going to be funny but as I promised I would tell you things honestly. Well, I'm a student activist (What's it again?).

♥ I never had a serious relationship before until now (What the hell is wrong with meeee?).

♥ I have a grave fear about worms and bugs. I still remember when I was younger, I abruptly thew the book which has a big picture of a worm as a cover.

♥ My favourite band is Minipop. I so love them. Their music is dreamy and light.

♥ When I was 15, I usually think about self-destruction but now I've changed, I'm loving life.

♥ I collect classic books. My usual visit in thrift bookshops drove me to pick them up, buy them and then settle down to read them.

♥ I don't like chocolate, coffee, cakes, and cola.

♥ I dearly love fairies, sorcerers, pixies, elves, and all sorts of magical creatures.

♥ My first love was... LITERATURE.

♥ I don't usually share ideas to people 'cause I can't speak what is on my mind.

Rainy days and fridays

Hi. To my blog readers, I'm not gonna post entries for a while. Soul searching is alluring to my psyche and I must say that I'm off for days to search for my lost soul. When I come back, I hope I can share to you some interesting ideas and stuffs. While I'm away for my whimsical flight, I know there's a lot for me to discover out there to ignite me, it's just that I'm too oblivious.

As imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

--Theseus, Act V, scene i

Happy weekend, faeries.

Buddie buddie ♥

photo courtesy: photobucket

I don't want to fight with my friends. I want them to pretend that I don't exist. If you don't like me, please don't make it obvious. If you want to be my friend, show me and I'll consider it. I am sick of being petty and childish and I just want to call a truce between me and the world.

♥

Fly with me

Photographed by ps70

Off I went outside gazing at the vastness of the sky and the stars scintillating like diamonds afar. The evening's cold breeze touches my face gently like a mother nurturing her child. The smell of the dusk as if in zenith.

This forlorn I can't endure, this despondency I can't embrace, this vehemence and nuisance I can't get over with, fatigue and vexation creeping into me. Tears starts to roll down with the stars as the only witness, lulled as if into a feeble dream in this serenity of air and heavens. Beneath me, not a sight of any mortal. We may realize that even we, ourselves, has an obligation to leave behind us the austerity of old memories. I can feel the wave of silence behind my ears. Silence it is, alluring enough that can make me fly off in this high stoned wall inviting me to be cradled by the wind of the gods.

In the somber sight of the dark, here I am fighting the ambivalence, standing motionless in the moroseness of the night, cogitating dilemmas albeit I'm in the realm of my waking mind, pensive at this very end of my tether.

Beneath this dark-blue arch of sky, I only exist in the tiniest corner above it.