Under the serene light of the moon, we stood stunned in the holy ground of the dead. I was breathing the stench air of death, and you breathe nothing… your sense of smell frozen.

Words devoid of sound
Flowing without bound
Down to the stream of sight
They resemble meaning with such might

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This afternoon, I went to SM to treat myself some coffee and dinner. I went first to Figaro to have some iced cappuccino while waiting for someone to deliver the item I bought online. In front of me was a group of deaf/mute people, looking at them from time to time while reading a book, I silently observed them.

Youthful dance and playful thoughts.
Innocence removes the scary naughts.

Once upon a time I was short and thin, I had short straight hair with bangs and I was wearing shorts and sleeveless shirt. It was mid-afternoon and I was standing before our gate. My mom was there removing the chains and padlock, while I started counting in my thoughts 5-4-3-2-1…and screamed “Attack! Dula na pud!” (“Attack! Play again!”).

Last Friday, I walked along Jacinto Extension after I had my coffee at Bo’s Coffee Club. I was planning to take a taxi but I decided to walk until I reach Ponciano Street where I can wait for a jeepney. The sky was dark then, there were only few stars, the wind touched my hair softly as if it whispered that a rain was coming. But I did not care; I was so busy observing the scenes in my surroundings.

(excerpt from COBWEBS)

"I looked into the mirror of the past
I saw the broken person I once was
A feeling of retribution suddenly rose
But I was left unmoved in my stubborn pose."

Regret exists to make us feel worst about what had past. It tempts us to think of changing the "mistakes" or "wrong" things we did, but then we are left standing frozen in that moment just staring in the past’s monstrous scene, feeling sad, bearing guilt and doomed to be worst, we are powerless to do something about it. It's like standing in front of a huge portrait of your old self, then having the desire to change few/some details in the portrait but you are unable to do so, because it has been finalized and framed. The more you stare at the picture, the more you get fixated and stuck, the less you can move on with your life.

One of the things that amazes me in this world is the interconnectivity between objects (nature, animals, people, things, events and situations). I fully agree to the idea that if you try to change one action the preceeding actions will never be the same. Let's take this example, If I am presented with 5 colors (black, white, red, yellow and blue), and I decided to choose black first followed by yellow, then blue, white and red this will be the sequence of my choices. So if ever I did not choose black as my first choice the sequence will never be the same, or if I try to choose red first then the preceeding choices will not be the same as the first one where I choose black, yellow, blue, white and red.

have been in this world for almost 21 years. Everyday I meet new people from different walks of life. But the people I am puzzled most are the people who want to sentence themselves earlier than their designated time. The people who are prone to commit suicide.

Have you ever thought about how life could be so complex yet its complexity makes it so beautiful and worth living? And that it is so strange that we ought to do good and so we receive good in return and yet we experience bad as well, or that we ought to do bad and so we receive bad in return and yet we experience good as well? So strange that we bother ourselves so much in making perfect and right decisions and yet the effect is still compose of good and bad. Isn't it so confusing that we choose to do the right thing and yet we are not happy, or sometimes we choose what can make us happy even though it's not right? Well for me life is not really so confusing and strange, you just have to learn to bear with its flow, because if you will give up on it… you will miss a lot of chance to see its greatness.

One night, I walked under the starless sky with my heart ripped off.
I was holding it with my tiny hands tenderly... so wounded and so fragile it was.
Suddenly, without a pinch of second between my movements, something came into my way.
It was something I have never felt before, It was extraordinary and captivating.

It was none, yet there It was.

I forced my mind to clear the view.
Slowly It unraveled before me in a formless form.
It moved nearer and nearer to where I stood... I was stunned by Its force.
For no reason, I did not dare to run. I felt inferior, I was the slave.
And by the time It stood inches before me, I felt I was in the safest sanctuary on earth.

There was no words spoken, no pure touches... only Its presence had weaken me.
I can't help but be fascinated over and over again by what It has done.
So I gave in to Its superiority, I broke down on my knees.
Then as I bowed down, I noticed something strange.
My heart was gone out of my hand, because it was back to where it should be.
And so I felt alive once again.

It was none, and yet there it was.