What lies beyond the forest trees?

That stood against the sun

Beyond the vastness of the fields,

In which we used to run?

I wonder now what lies behind

 The darkness of the night;

I wonder where I shall find,

That everlasting night

I wonder where the earth’s end is

I wish I knew the place;

So I might view from earth’s extremes,

The whole of outer space.

What lies beyond the world we see?

Does such a place exist?

And if there is, I’ll come to see

To make some friends, at least.

Another night of starless sky passed by

I never know why

You’re gone without saying goodbye

You’ll still be my sweetest lie

My silent and scathing cry

To whom I’ll be wishing when stars collide

Pretending you’re here by my side

This pain I hide

I am teary-eyed

Now this agony made me remember

That you promise me forever

But now you left me hanging

In the midst I am praying

While my knees are falling

I don’t know what I am saying

But now I know 

That at the edge of broken promises

Is where I found the true meaning of HAPPINESS

Raindrops are falling on my head again and again! I hate rainy season! For I hate those wet roads, I am too lazy to bring umbrella and there is an intense feeling that made me realized that life is not that good always. It ended me apprehend that life is so cruel. There are times that we used to be happy and free but behind those smiles we realized that it was all simulated because what we felt in our hearts were regrets and sorrows. But another thing about rainy season is that it made me appreciated that behind those grieve is a hope out there for the sun will come out after the rain with those bright colors of the rainbow that will again brighten up my darkest day. :]

Sometimes I do have those unexplainable nights. Those nights that make you over scrutinize everything that is doing well in your life that make you get up the next day feeling so embarrassed of yourself. The moments where you feel miserable as ever but yet, you have no scheme why exactly. The notion that make you mess up potentially something great that you know you deserve but yet you still decide to interfere with it. Those nights that get you all cluttered in the head and make you second guess if it really meant that much to you. The nights that bring things up from the what went before which you thought you left long ago, but then you inquire yourself, was I actually over it if I’m still thinking about it now? These nights make you foolish. These nights make you want to tell yourself to shut up and just go to sleep. But why do you have these thought; what exactly does it mean? And the list of questions continue

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IRONY. Be thankful for the life that you are living now. Be thankful for another hour that you spend dreaming. Live your life like it’s the last. Become a better you rather than a bitter one. Life is not about comparisons, it’s about our differences. We struggle and win our own battles and victor our daily struggles in a way we can. Look at others the way you look at yourself, maybe then we learn to halt and lend a hand rather than keep running believing that we need to finish our race ahead of us. We are born to inspire, not to intimidate. We are made to do our own sacrifices, we are taught to love, we are given freedom so we could share our graces. Life’s beauty is with its drama. You won’t appreciate life if you don’t know about death. You won’t appreciate love if you don’t know about pain. You can’t keep the sun shining and make everyday sunny like that of summer. You can’t bore yourself in your room and make it rainy all year or let the monsoon stay to keep you chilling. Life is about the contrasts and the balances. Not the comparisons, but more of the reflections we get from all around us. Every tiny thing has a message to say. Take time to reflect and learn form the ironies of life. :”>

There comes a time when we let go of the things we love the most, it really hurts especially when we are already used to it. Sometimes we find ourselves all alone waiting for him/her to comeback and then we realized that we are foolish and we are only a dreamer. People do come and go we all knew that but we didn’t know when or how? It is somewhat a riddle with impossible answer unless time prove to us that they’re gone. 

I am a Fil-Am. Since this month August we are celebrating Buwan ng wika maybe it’s time for us to think for those things that we contribute in our country for me it’s not necessary for us since this month is truly dedicated for Wikang Filipino to use Wikang Filipino as a medium in communication or rather in writing this crap blog. There are so many ways to show how proud you are to be a Filipino - and it’s not only by speaking in tagalog. Doing your part as a Filipino is enough to prove to everybody that you’re proud to be it. We have our own community tasks to do, required or optional, that is unquestionable. Wait, is it me or it’s you who’s not proud to be a Filipino? Because for what I know, once you’ve been baptized as a Filipino, you must already know how a life of Pinoy goes. That’s why I am a Fil-Am, half-Filipino, half-Amazing

A single negative word can bring me down. The words you say that you think are harmless are the ones that kept me up over thinking late at night. Those jokes that were really just inconspicuous insults always haunted me, taunted me, scarred me. You can hurt me physically- I’ll be fine. Maybe? But using words to hurt me? Wounds heal, scars fade, bruises go away but words—  they can destroy me.