21:04 | untitled, undated
this doesn't have to make any sense;
no, not at all.
when i look at the stars above, or at the
water flowing from somewhere,
or at the rain falling from the skies
i see nothing,
i hear nothing,
but thunderous claps, and hailing voices of
men, women and children--people fighting for
what we have
and for what we could have next.
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i chanced upon this short poem in my old notebook on natsci1/econ151 while looking for a notepad where i can place my research ideas. back in college, i barely use notebooks for actual class note-taking, but for sketching and writing my then existential angst. ayun.
17:18
ngayon lang ulit ako nakadaan.
and you still write well. =)
15:47
HEY! I always visit ur site, yun nga lang di pwedeng mag comment?
suplado mo naman kasi eh LOL!
Happy New week Mike!