grow, growing. Old.

You shouldn't get yourself wasted.
It'll be nothing but an ugly sight.
And if I do see you at the sidewalk (again), I'd probably sick all over. Only because..
Th sight of you, and how bad you smell disgust me.


Kids these days just want to grow up fast. Take a pill, "chill". Everyone calls it ride.
So ride slow and go easy on your youth.
You don't want to get yourself all bumped up and bloodied.


Maybe, one day we'll wake up and remain as young innocent children forever.
Here's something for you, "shake away every ounce of hatred and selfishness you're hiding up your sleeves."

let's get sticky.

There is a kind of childish glee in
walking into a store and getting
immaturely excited
by rows and rows of stickers.

I walked away with three strips.

My childhood sticker collection was organized according to categories.
The "scratch n' sniff" ones and
the furry felt ones
were my prized possessions.
I would count the number of stickers I had obsessively.
It's a pity that didn't help my mathematics.

I got sticky :)

we were great artist.

WE'RE OUT OF PAINT, SO...
Let's paint a picture with our food.
For red we'll squeeze these cherries.
For purple let's splash grape juice on.
For blue we'll use blueberries.
For black just use some licorice.
For brown pour on some gravy.
For yellow you can dip your brush
In the egg yolk you just gave me.
We'll sign our names in applesauce
And title it "Our Luncheon,"
And hang it up for everyone
To stop...and see...and munch on.

for the _________ times,

I don't feel so alive.
















Perhaps. Superheroes don't quite exist.

sideboobz on the street

I'd like to tackle a topic that'd been popping up (or, wait, would that be out?) a lot lately: Side boob and the general showing of it in public places.


Here are some recent sightings.




I'm a fan of over-sized tank tops and slouchy teez.
So.. What can I say? I'm totally into th idea of sideboobz.

What's your stand?

to me, you're trying too hard.

As a kid, I drew on my arms and my legs, feet and even face, sometimes, every single day. I hardly do that now, because once you turn 17, it's frowned upon. Now, you can't draw on your arms with markers and pens, paint each other's faces and arms and get away with it, people tattoo now. Just because you've got perma-ink on your arms and legs, it doesn't make you cool enough to stare down and assume everyone else without perma-ink's judging you. Your cool factor's still on an all time medium because you tried to be a kid. I'll give you plus points for trying. Draw on your arms, legs, feet and face with pens and markers and let's paint each other's faces. Maybe you'll be cool enough to be on my cool-o-meter one day.

semi-mind state

What are we all waiting to say to each other, really? Is there any point in waiting for the right moment? What if the entire universe acted on impulse. Everything happening for the second and not for the minute. Everyone's brain working spontaneously, non-analytical in that sense. What if, the entire cycle of life depended on spontaneity? Sometimes, we take time off for a second or two just to analyze ourselves. What if that was non-existent?

You know what I'd be doing; jumping up and down a trampoline right now instead of typing all that out.

Everybody's changing.

“I liked the days when boys were written down on paper listed on your top five, instead of you carrying them in your heart. When you would brag about how cool your parents were, instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives. When the only reason you didn’t want to get out of bed for school was because you were sleepy, and now it’s because each day is a struggle. While hide & seek was the coolest game, instead of guys seeing how many girls they can go out with at one time. When you wished upon birthday candles, and now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart. The days when you were just a kid who still had their innocence, and now you’re a teenager who knows everything has changed.”

Blow the candles out.

Lately, I've been pretty much aware of what I hear, what people say, what you say and for once, I am actually paying attention to the lyrics of every song I listen to. Guess you get the point now? I've woken up. Shook myself awake so I could save myself from the lies I deny myself of.

I woke up after 4hours of sleep last night and I decided to pack my wardrobe. I dug out a tiny bag of "memories". I figured that I've given love too many chances, it played me out. Now, I pretty much got the whole picture figured out and that love hadn't and will not work out for me. It won't work out for me and I will never allow myself to get lost along the way.

Looking back at all I've done for love, I am pretty sure I left behind a massive load memories for you to keep. I'd travel miles just to meet you whenever I felt you tired after a long day, but sadly, you kept me waiting. You kept me waiting for minutes, hours and months... waiting patiently for the one day you'd SHOW me love. Not TELL me how love works.

Sometimes, it's got to take "more than just words". Unfortunately, I've quit playing the waiting game and I'm moving on. I'll be a stop ahead so I'll never have to look back at this painful scene. I'll take on another road so we'll never have to cross each others' path ever again.

A friend once told me that the colors on photos fade after some time, and I denied her fact and said "I'll keep my photos in a frame." You see, I thought I kept love protected in a frame. I did everything I could to keep it together. I made sure the colors remained bright and cheery, the way we wanted it to be. I made sure the colors didn't run. I made sure I loved you more with every passing day. I made sure I woke up every morning to have you on my mind. I made sure, you were in my prayers every night.
I made sure I showed you how much I care when I made little "first-aid" kits. I made sure you smile whenever you had a bad day. I made sure I showed understanding even though what you did killed me so much.

I made sure I did everything I could. Tell me, what was it I have not done?

I gave love too many chances. I fumbled, I trusted again. I bled, I believed again. I forgave, I was born again. But this time..... I woke up, and I will never look back again.

Don't you worry, I've seen the black and white to life, and I hope you realize I am not a jaded soul. I won't go on playback and let it run on replay. I am moving on to realize the brighter shade of life.

It's too late now. Now that you're finally waking up to your mistakes? I have nothing left to say but "Take back your sorry's."

I'm no longer wallowing in the gloom of love. I'm finally seeing the flame.
I see the burning flame in the happiness I share to the others around me. I cherish what I have on my hands now.

I need you to know, I am finally understanding how happiness works. I don't need to know how others define love and happiness.
I'll walk my path and maybe someday, I'll find my own definition to love and happiness.
But as far as I know, the people who has brought hurt upon me, will not be included in the picture.


It won't matter to me how long it'll take for me to seek an answer but I am very sure I'll have my own picture of happiness framed and hung on my wall someday.


Till here, I'd like to wish you all the very best in whatever you wish to do.
Perhaps, this episode has made you realize your mistakes. It is indeed too late to have me back. But I'm here to remind you that it isn't too late to make it up to the people around you now.


Best wishes.

E X I T S I G N

Escape? From what?

From what you once called the perfect happiness, what you once never wanted to let go of?

From what you're commanded to be thankful for, the reason you're alive and secure, the reason people think you're perfect?

○ ○ ○

Escape from the lies of truth, the illusions of reality; the wind down your chest that had you crying late night, breathing heavy or not at all when you were awake.

Escape from the stale air that's wrapped around your throat, that's kept your mind in chains and cages.

Escape from the visions of loveliness that people see in you, fair is not always beautiful.