word vomit

harsh words
and negative gossips
are like vomit
you can never swallow it back

disco.nnection.no.tice

Maybe its the sound of the rain softly pelting against the window.
Maybe its the way the chandelier bathed everything in a warm glow,
sharply contrasting against the chill brought by the weather.
Or maybe, its cause of something I saw which I just wish I didn't
coupled with this stupid song I have on repeat.


The grass withers

and the tears of the sky turn to ice

as our paths intertwine.


I tread carefully upon the floe,

Careful not to disrupt its fragile surface.

Underneath, the river's water rage.


On tipped toes, I danced around you.

A ballerina's routine.

Calm, composed, calculated.


The music mutes the audience

that comprises only of you

One drop and the spell is broken



Sometimes I want to just do as I please just to spite you.
But the thing is, I love you too much for that.

golden honey

Everybody knows that girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice.

But once upon a time,there was a spice shortage in girly land. So they had to make do and just added more everything nice and a jar of honey for that batch.

And out of that batch, came one little girl named Gold.

And no other name could've suited her more.

This Gold is not the luxurious kind of gold, encrusting precious stones and gems.This Gold is more like honey, all rich and warm.

The kind of honey you put on your tea or drizzle generously on your pancakes on bright, sunshine-y mornings. The kind of Gold no sweet tooth like me can ever resist.

So when she asked for my help to pick out a dress for her brother's wedding I was only too happy to oblige. :)

Don't fret, precious: "Am i really wearing this?"

Meet Gold, or Goldie, to me and Dalton.She really wanted to be pretty for her brother's wedding. So we opted for a dress :)

"My first dress in a long while"

Receiving gratitude from another person is always a wonderful reward.But getting to see her eyes light up when we found the perfect dress was another high all together.

Gold with her now sister - in - law
getting prepped up for the wedding.
photo credits: Shaira Luna

Having the opportunity of helping a genuinely nice person like Gold gave me a glimpse of what it must feel like to be a fairy godmother.

Dust Gatherers

Forgetfulness

Forgetfulness and selfishness.

I think the problem with people is that they tend to forget. They forget and yet are too selfish for their own good.

Why do people always feel the incessant, needless urge to to stake claim? Why must we label the things we enjoy, cherish, adore, lust after, the things that make us happy as ours? Can we not find contentment in having to have experienced it?

Everything in this world is temporary and borrowed; but most of the time, we forget. We forget because we are too preoccupied with scheming and planning on how we make it ours and stake claim.

But after that, then what?

Another stripe

Another notch on the bedpost

Another frame on the wall.

Then you move on, another conquest awaits.

And the apple of your eye then turn into just another dust gatherer, waiting, lurking, in the dark corners of your room.

cotton candy crush

I Love Candy by 88blackrose88

Sometimes crushes are like cotton candy - they look yummy and totally tempting,
but when you actually got a taste, there's not much there.
Suddenly, you're left with disappointment and no crush.
Sometimes, a crush should stay a crush, and live as a delicious daydream.
That way, you'll always have someone to think about as you drift off to sleep...