stars and the night sky

underneath a blanket of stars
amidst the harsh city lights
the quiet of the stillness of the night sky
the noise and hubbub of the city highways
i learn to feel the rhythm of both worlds
the haste, the stillness blend together
that peaceful feeling of sweet surrender
never more can you find a better reality
than what we have and what we might get
to seem surreal
yet act so real
amidst this vast expanse of the universe
towards time which lasts for years to come

don't just speak up, BE HEARD!

how will you ever let them hear what you want to be heard when all you do is speak up at quite a moderate volume? Nowadays, it's not really just the content of what you're really saying that matters, it's also the loudness of your voice. So SAY IT LOUDER! and then, you'll be heard.

a new hope

to speak as if you've never spoken

to listen as if you've never heard
to look as if you've never seen
to laugh as if you've never laughed

the life and love of old has been forgotten
we have what we are now
we have
and we will keep on having
the future may seem uncertain
but the present is what we make
these things they may deem unworthy
but we choose to make it worthy

we are what we have now,
we choose to have
we will have them
and in the end not just be content
but happier than we were then

say no to stress

I miss days like these when there seems to be a hand stopping the impending doom that we call school. Life is a little too hectic for me right now, like a car on full speed without brakes; only one way to go: we crash and burn. But then again, we have the ingenuous creation called the internet where we can just simply CHILL. **sigh, feelings of bliss...tomorrow is too far away. What matters is right here and right now.

har-di-har

the victimized student

Apparently, we are martyrs doomed to the life-less existence.
I am resigned to the fact that this school needs not only sweat and tears but blood itself to survive. It needs not only sleepless nights but also hunger, thirst, and beating up our bodies just to be able to comply.
There is only one thing that I fear in the future
That these sufferings may be in vain
Because we cannot apply it in real life.

galing kai bob ong

“Ayokong nasasanay sa mga bagay na pwede namang wala sa buhay ko.”

a quote

"I still feel like a castaway, the last of a once numerous species. It was as though Robinson Crusoe discovered the telltale footprint on the beach and then realized that it was his own. Myself, small as a leaf, thin as water, begins to cry."

What faith can keep us strong?

What's so good about having something to believe in? a god, an idol, an image. Anything to keep us believing. Who said we have to see to believe? Who said we have to believe in order to see? These days, faith gets stripped off of its mystique, leaving it bare for cruel eyes to see. We chose what we believe, but sometimes, our beliefs chooses us. We lose sense of faith, we lose that freedom to chose. We blindly stumble into one belief to another. What if we simply choose to not believe; to leave it all behind and just be an empty slate. Will we still be as strong as we want to believe?

disillusions

The final days of dreams running freely
end with the promise of a new tomorrow
yet they linger as they once were
A fleeting memory of what would have been
The promised tomorrow failed miserably
We stumble and fall
we get torn by harsh realities
The life and love of late seem to disappear
what's left are remnants of mostly dissipated angst
Despair runs deep
seeping into the depths of one's soul
tearing away what's left behind
leaving wounds that turn to scars
scars that remain to be so cruel

contemplations of an uncertain mind

we don't know what we're going for...
we are here and now
we are unattentive to future uncertainties
the goals we live by are short and uncertain
we can look but we do not see
where are we going?
are we going somewhere or nowhere at all?
will we be something?
or do we remain to be nothing?

Hidden Goodbyes

When the last of the leaves in autumn fall
I look around to find you nowhere at all
The trace of your sweet scent is undetected
The everyday minutiae blends in with the last of your traces
You are gone
Gone forever you are
The sweet touch of your hand
The last remnants of the feel of you next to me
It lasts for so long in my memory
But time, and time again
Erases them all

miscellanea

random thoughts..
random doubts...
random needs