coming into my life
and
invading into my heart
never
meant
you
planned
to
stay.

*iramik salutes xxbcxx for the pic*

run
into
this
chase
with
me
and
never
look
back.

*photo credits: deviant artist, D4D1 *

searching for the right ones

to the ears who can convert murmurs to a million decibels
to the eyes who see neighboring symbols a.k.a letters to fill in the spaces
to the necks who find this week their only exercise
to the souls who love this craft

and
to all those ...
who dare.
who persevere.

in the pursuit for ANSWERS...
in the search for the right ones

and yet are never close to getting caught.

(and perhaps, to all those who never will.)

i tip my hat off.
i salute you.
hahaha.

march 12, 2007
8:00- 9:00 english 2: writing in the disciplines
9:00-10:00 filipino 2: pagbasa at pagsulat tungo sa pananaliksik

march 13, 2007
8:00-9:00 philosophy of man
9:00-10:00 socio anthropology

march 14, 2007
8:00-9:00 natural science
9:00-10:00 literature 1

march 15, 2007
8:00-9:00 p.e: rhythmic and dances
9:00-10:00 nstp

give your tired cerebellums and cerebrums a rest, baybeh!
method above helps.

(unless if you want all those convolutions to explode)

his laughter

"Your Laughter"
By Pablo Neruda

Take breath away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
ligh, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to give more than take in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

you aren't loved back. you fall hard.

and i see broken pieces of myself scattered on the floor.
falling hard would not be that painful if i had someone to cushion my fall.
loving would not be that self-shattering if someone was strong enough not to let me go.

damn it.
i'm still all alone.

"it stings. it hurts. but i can never separate myself from such."

naunsa na... mi.

epekto sa sabot nga wala gituman
ug
sa plano nga wala nadayun.

"starbucks, baybeh!"

photography by: m.yu '07
>>much love, insikü<<

the chicken that i am

I am afraid.

Afraid that I may not survive my next battle with pain… Afraid that I, too may become numb along with all the insensitivity revolving… Afraid that my reasons cannot define themselves any longer… afraid to cross paths with an emotion I know would only spread wrath to my heart: love.

Someone asked me how much I love someone. I was silent. No single emotion was spared. No word was uttered. Nothing was said.

And that someone asked me again.

And again.

silence was the only definite answer.

But…

How I wanted to scream my immeasurable love.

How I wanted to say ‘twas nothing compared to my past.

How I wanted to whisper him those three fuckin’ words.

I wanted to but then again, I am afraid.

linea italia's finest!!!

february 16, 2007
setting: Linea Italia, Ayala
model: kimari
photographer: M'Yutiu

of extreme polarities

it is a good thing waking up with better reasons
yet
disheartening having no one to spend all those reasons with

it is a good thing having someone to love
yet
disheartening masking all the love in silence

it is a super duper good thing to discover that your crush keeps a folder of you in his phone
yet
disheartening to realize that after all, you're still just one of the girls...

it is a good thing being curious enough to have questions to ask
yet
disheartening having to surrender to the fact that your heart is too much afraid to know the answer

it is a good thing to be oozing with much love
yet
disheartening to be giving an overdose of it to someone at the wrong times

it is a good thing to be of all access to him
yet
disheartening
to be deprived even of the momentary bliss of having his hand to hold

it is a good thing being an elite in almost everything
yet
disheartening being an underclass in love


and
being stuck way below its poverty line.