Joint Brief Psychotic Episode

THE WOMEN IN WHITE.  except Greta. @lamibok @piapama @gretathegreataeta @aneesh

DISCOVERING DESTRESSING. Sometimes it pays not listening to NCA reports and just stay near the electrical outlet, charge your laptop and rape the webcam. 

COUNTRY LOVE ACRONYMS

J.A.P.A.N. - Just Always Pray At Night. *classic*
H.O.L.L.A.N.D. - Hope Our Love Lasts And Never Dies.
I.T.A.L.Y. - I Trust And Love You. *classic*
L.I.B.Y.A. - Love Is Beautiful; You Also.
F.R.A.N.C.E. - Friendships Remain And Never Can End.
C.H.I.N.A. - Come Here.. I Need Affection.
B.U.R.M.A. - Between Us, Remember Me Always.
N.E.P.A.L. - Never Ever Part As Lovers.
I.N.D.I.A. - I Nearly Died In Adoration.
K.E.N.Y.A. - Keep Everything Nice, Yet Arousing.
C.A.N.A.D.A. - Cute And Naughty Action that Developed into Attraction
K.O.R.E.A. - Keep Optimistic Regardless of Every Adversity.
E.G.Y.P.T. - Everything's Great, You Pretty Thing!
P.E.R.U. - Porget Everyone... Remember Us. *rare*
R.U.S.S.I.A. - Romance Under the Sky & Stars is Intimate Always.
T.H.A.I.L.A.N.D. - Totally Happy Always In Love And Never Dull.
Y.E.M.E.N. - Yugyugan Every Morning, Every Night. *rare*
I.R.A.N. - Ikaw Rin Ang Nawalan. *rare*
M.A.N.I.L.A. - May All Nights Inspire Love Always.
B.A.L.I.W.A.G. - Beauty And Love I Will Always Give.
M.A.L.A.B.O.N. - May A Lasting Affair Be Ours Now.
I.M.U.S. - I Miss U, Sweetheart.
P.A.S.I.G. - Please Always Say I'm Gorgeous.
C.E.B.U. - Change Everything... But Us.
P.A.R.A.N.A.Q.U.E. - Please Always Remain Adorable, Nice And Quiet Under Ecstacy.
T.O.N.D.O. - Tonight's Our Night, Dearest One.
P.A.S.A.Y. - Pretty And Sexy Are You.
M.A.R.L.B.O.R.O. - Men Always Remember Love Because Of Romance Only..
Y.A.M.A.H.A.. - You Are My Angel! Happy Anniversary!
P.H.I.L.I.P.P.I.N.E.S. - Pumping Hot...I Love It!...Please Please.. I Need Erotic Stimulation!

I can remember Kevin and Ason Cosme of Home Along the Riles while reading this. Rest in peace Mang Dolphy. Bring Filipino laughters to Heaven and GOD. 

I never had that recipe of philosophy for a lifetime, i never formulated a fine one. Just that, only now have i realised how a happy smile can lift me up. 

Thinking a lot.

(I have been in deep thought these days. Matters seem to lay their selves in front of me, stimulating my judgement and my frontal lobe. As i browse through the unpublished posts in my blogger dashboard, I read these unfinished lines of my poem. I don't know how it made  mevery lonely. I thought so that it was because of the abuse of neglect i did, and the supposed theme of the piece isn't as whole as my mindset before my momentum stopped.)

I might decide to publish this in its unfinished state, So to remind my self that no matter how I started with full enthusiasm , I still struggle on how to finish my work.


'we stare at endless height
though darkness dominates the skies
and the moon stands the only light
to draw the glistening orbs in your eyes

your words sing music to my ears
your touch is warm, dilating my pores
and then breeze began to offer tears
to the grasses of earthly floors

the wind blows to kiss your darling
as i whistle to keep them blowing
how long will you have me waiting
to kiss your lips as they stood watching

dont cover your face with your delicate hair
i wish to see your smile and the lines up there.
But the happy sounds i hear seem to fade away
stay will you and never part by day

tears are flowing from your face
while dew drops fill in little pace
you were lonely, i never knew
tired of love you doubted to be true.


I cuddle, hugged and braced you
in my arms i offer comfort
and counter 


The Bold letters are my new attempts, and I know my poetic sense is deteriorating. 

Papa's Day

My father. The Man of the House. 

in here my Papa dances, i think he's listening to an old song,or some Avril Lavigne single. Taken when I was 16. My brothers were small, they had transformed quite immense. 

      My father is a history fanatic. I can still remember the days where he used to tell stories about cradles of civilization. I must admit, I have taken a liking on them. They contributed greatly to my interests. With the easy access to internet in our house, my papa makes a time of his life researching for nuggets of information for his lectures and reconnect new trends in history than skimming on obsolete and dusty old-fashion books in the library. 

     I think I'm having a flashback... *ripples*

  Back when I was a dog, ^*&#@* I mean a child, our parents quarrel all the time. I don't remember why, i think its given that I can't recall them at all. Yet for some reason I thought that they're breaking apart, and my mama jokingly asks me if to whom shall I go with if it happens. I chose my papa. I'm happy it never happened. It turns out my parents were attached to strings of a normal married life. I was young then, and I never figured it out that way. My mama's weakness is a notorious amount of cuddles and kisses from my papa, and I don't know what goes beyond that.

I love my parents! and my siblings! And this cheesy family. 

Diana by Princess feat. Nene

 These videos were taken long time ago just before I entered college. The time when we were so obsessed with the gadgets our mom brought from Taiwan. My sister Princess Guenever is a fan of  Diana by Paul Anka, and my fourth brother Mark Frederick "Nene" couldn't get the spotlight though knowing the lyrics of the song, so he settled being the back-up dancer. I love my siblings. 

My sister Guenever is an aspiring singer and we leave her to her business. In here she sings Two Voices One Song from Barbie & the Diamong Castle. Having no choice because she dominates the television quite often , I am forced to watch the film. Incidently, I like it, the songs especially.

As a matter of fact.

Guenever Isoude Celestial, those names are from royalties in English history and literature, just like her names suggest, she actually acts like one at home. Not doing any household chores and all.  

Boy they're so so big now. Nene in high school, and Princess entering high school too, in K-12 next year.