September 24, 2012 § 15 Comments
I often wonder what my life be like
If I hadn’t destroyed that innocent life
I do deserve this sad, pointless state
For you didn’t even have a choice to make
Now I bare the sins I made
So distant my selfish dreams at stake
Finding luck is too far away
I had chances, but there’s still a debt to pay.
June 28, 2012 § 5 Comments
Ruin, I evade to seek
cannot bare my sores excrete
I labor this goal of mine
my dreams so far behind.
June 20, 2012 § 16 Comments
This page has gone dormant
Searching uncertain pigment
An absolute insanity
Seeking for my reality…
I’ve been busy and aching to find a job.. Now on my third week (in a foreign land), still nothing. I think karma is punishing me for me sins. I pray that as soon as possible I would have a decent job that I’ll be happy with. GOD PLEASE I NEED THIS!
April 30, 2012 § 13 Comments
Walk into a room with head held high
Petty dialogues until the mind runs dry
In seclusion rest the truth harshly
Disguised courage I see through me.
April 28, 2012 § 30 Comments
I never talk about my relationships here
Someone specific might see, I fear
You see, we’re close to a decade
And back to strangers we seem to fade
I hate the way he has become with me
And only with me
The ugly snaps and hurtful words
he says it only to me.
Yet soft tones and friendly smiles he gives away even to passers by
I have long pondered to free me
For thoughts once acted are too heavy.
March 15, 2012 § 15 Comments
Two weeks ago, my boyfriend recommended me to watch this BBC documentary, Toughest Place to be a Bus Driver. He is an editor in one of the local news channel in our city so he was saying that the output was so well done and found out that it was all shot by one camera man. It’s pretty remarkable work but setting aside the creative technicalities of the video, a London bus driver Josh West came to the Philippines to try to drive a bus but to his surprise he got to drive something different. The film also introduces the audience to the disappointingly sad realities of poor Filipinos. It’s the first time I cried on watching a documentary.
I won’t spoil the film so I won’t say much. It’s worth your 60 minutes.