Laging nanaising
isulat ka,
Ang pagibig ko
sa iyong kabuuan,
Tuwing matatahimik
ang mainit na hangin,
Tuwing pipikit
para damhin
ang nawalalang mga halik.

Laging pumipiglas
ang mga salita,
Para maihayag
Ang pagbihag sa kaluluwa,
Kung paanong
nakakulong ang diwa,
At mga larawang lingid
Saking mga mata
Sa ikaw at ikaw lang.

Sa tatlong saknong
Nagawang ikasundo,
Sa katahimikan at kawalan
Syang mauunawaan,
Ang matibay na pintig
Na ikaw ang hinihimig,
Ang misteryo ng mga palad
na tanging sa iyo
ninanais umuwi.

Ba’t di salubungin ang puso ko at kunin
Ang diwang malaya huwag nawang magpabaya pa
Ikaw ang pag-ibig pakinggan ang himig ko
Wala na sanang lalayo
Mundong ito ay hihinto

Dahil matagal ko ng gustong itranscribe yung extended lyrics ng Tadhana (Up Dharma Down) at ngayon ko lang naintindihan ng buo. :)

I know you hope that by writing this, I would realise that it never happened — that I imagined her. But the thing is, I don’t need to make sense of this. I don’t care if there is no good explanation. I need you to believe anyway. Just take the leap. At least imagine how it could be true, at least for me.

Calvin Weir-Fields,  Ruby Sparks (2012)


Any writer can attest: in the luckiest, happiest state, the words are not coming from you, but through you.
-Calvin Weir-Fields,  Ruby Sparks (2012)

Everything started when my hands touched yours.

And I’ve done such sad things with my hands since then and I know you have too.

And I know we’ll find light in smaller hands than ours one day soon.

And I hope our hands grow old in each others.

If not, then why have hands, at all.

-The Hands You Gave Me (I Wrote This For You, 2014)

[03.02.14, Calatagan] Taal scenery for sunrise then this and the things beneath it for the rest of the day. :) #100HappyDays

Why it was never working.

Maybe I was difficult. I’m too complex of a partner. I’m not the one to provide a ticket to an ideal kind of love: one that is simple, all fun and lax. I wasn’t ideal. I never even tried to be because I am very much aware of how I cannot be. I wanted something that can be tested and withstand. In the process, I guess it turned boring, as it was repetitively ruly and overseeking. I’m too demanding of a special interest. I wanted something unpretentious and sincere. I craved for something greater than you, and that is why I never got the commitment I was going for.

"Magkikita tayo matapos ang makailang paghihintay, ng hindi inaasahan at kung saan hindi mo man lang ako kilala. Pamilyar ang iyong mukha pero di ko tiyak ang pangalan. Mapangingiti na din ako gayun pa man dahil natuklasan ang pagkataong labas sa mga teorya."


Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. // made here

Toast your bread! It’s a whole lot better. Hihi.

The hobbyist and the blog | Batch '10: University of the Philippines

Most things random but still everything that is her. Evolution of a BACA student. Compilation of personal antics and outpour of dreams, both literal and not. Codes of deviance as she complies with the laws of nature.