julipotski

Kailan lang ay nadaan ako ng baluarte, sa tapat ng Bulletin at DOLE. Wala pa ring nagbago. Ang mga moog ay moog pa rin. Malimit na laman pa rin nito ang mga magkakarelasyon, magkakaibigan, magkakaklase. May init pa rin ang mga bato nito sa tuwing sila'y uupuan. May mangilan-ngilang ibong dumaraan. Tanaw ko pa rin ang maliit na bahagi ng Gusaling Villegas, ang tuktok ng Manila Hotel, orasan ng City Hall, pulang bubungan ng Pambansang Museo, at ilang gusaling hindi pamilyar sa akin ang pangalan. Dama ko pa rin ang haplos ng hanging dapit-hapon na may dalang magkahalong lamig at alinsangan. Tulad din ng dati, sa paboritong lugar ko inilagak ang

Skepticism blooms doubts. Curiosity ruins it but tenfolds the agony. Today, I am learning to appreciate the small pleasures of ignorance.

Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on tarpaulins and giant words in skywriting. Love is about going that extra mile, even if it hurts. Letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you… that you didn't even know was there.. Thinking about what love you have? Oh well, not bad for a cake to be sour.. for a pizza to be garnished with ampalaya leaves.. for a beer to be so sweet and milky.. For a space to be so near but seems so distant.. Many more painful smiles and tasteless happiness will be served by your empty