Pagaspas ng Isipan

Nakatanga, nakatulala
isipa’y naglalakbay sa kaligayahang natamasa

Nagpipilit, nagsisikap
inaalala ang mga ngiti at talatang binigkas

Nagsasaya, minsa’y nagdurusa
pagka’t sa liliw ng musika na lang ito mahahanap


Sa kailaliman ng pagtulog at mapusyaw na panaginip
doon muling naapuhap ang binuong daigdig
kaulayaw sa lungkot at mga hikbing ninoman di nadinig
nagbabasakaling sa pagsilip may paglingap na madinig.


Please lang bebe Lee

Me when I was on my 30th week. A few more weeks and I’ll pop. 😀

Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.  ~Carrie Fisher


Babies are bits of star-dust blown from the hand of God.  Lucky the woman who knows the pangs of birth for she has held a star.  ~Larry Barretto

What is the essence of being a woman?

“Just being a woman is God’s gift that all of us must appreciate. The origin of a child is a mother, and is a woman. She shows a man what sharing, caring and loving is all about. That is the essence of a woman. ” – Answer of Shusmita Sen, crowned Miss Universe 1994

Tears of 2014

Breathe in, breathe out

let the orbs despair flow

let your heart sank low

make every tears count

as it slowly slide down

allow each hurt to go

like the memories he once bestow

just let yourself gasp for air

as you bid…

your sweet farewell.


How much is your shit on the window?
gazing with your black and white eyes
head up high with nose upturned
stating I was hurt by your words
when you yourself has been throwing stones

How much is your shit on the window?
when now you feel the pang of your rudeness
when your royal arse been kicked off your throne
as finally my dear you’re able to taste
the hurtful words that has gone out of your lips

Proud, rude and boastful arent we?

now my dear friend I ask thee…

HOW much is your shit on the window?

bato bato sa langit ang tamaan wag magalit 😉