The breeze is overwhelming.There’s no music more tranquil and beautiful right now than what the waves make as they collide with the sand. 

Cozying myseIf in my hammock, I slowly open my eyes and squinted through the horizon. Clouds, both thick and thin, dance their way in the infinite sky which smears of crimson, orange, and pink. I can see the leaves of the tree above me swaying with the wind, and hear the loud rustles that complement the music of the waves.

But what the eyes can’t fail to ignore is the afternoon sun shining brightly with all its beauty and glory, with its warmth embracing me wholly and lifting me to a higher degree of elation. The silhouette of the birds and lonely sailboat is visible from afar. I extended my arms as far as I can in the direction of the radiant sun, pretending I could reach it and capture its brilliance from the world.

The ambience, the energy, the scenery…Everything is perfect. Until —

The vast sea which lays calmly in front of me gradually loses its crystal sparkle and vibrance. Its fragrance declines. The atmosphere sullen, the natural music bleak. Things are stripped off of their elegance and marvel. The place is consumed piece-by-piece by the darkness creeping in as the sun slowly shies away to the other side after twelve hours of toil.

Still there..still there..Poof! Gone.

Everything is not as perfect and beautiful as before.


I encounter more than a single sunset every day of my life. Why? Because this is how I feel every moment I think of you.

You are and will always be the beautiful sun in my beautiful sunset. You stand out above all that is amazing and marvelous, but at the same time, you color the surroundings with life. You make me appreciate the other things around me. Like a brimming cup of coffee, I am filled with the warmth of your love.

But inevitably, you’ll be gone soon, and I’ll be here all alone. I wish you could stay, but you couldn’t. I wish we could always be together, but we’ll never be. Like nature, life has its own ways.

Every end of a sunset is a hope for a sunrise. I continue to cling on to the hope that someday, our paths may cross again; that life will lead us back together.

And until we meet again, I’ll be here waiting for you through all the days that seem like the cold endless night while you are gone.

I’ll be here waiting for our sunrise to happen.


What I Expected To Happen VS What Really Happened

Whoever denies the following statement is a faggot… All of us have our own expectation-versus-reality experiences.

Without further ado, here are two of mine that I can and will never forget.

1.) Performing on stage In front of God-knows-who people

One time, I and my band were asked to perform during the Family Day event at one of my friends’ school. Thinking of it as an opportunity, we took it, and planned to play the one song that we have truly mastered — Decode by Paramore.

Paramore’s Decode topped the charts for a while, so many had probably heard the song already. I expected that in the end, the crowd (majority are male high school students) goes wild with their cheers and applause for us doing a great cover of the song.

Reality? The audience only shot us with their look of doom. Not a single soul dared to clap his hand. Did we suck or were we just purely awesome enough to shut them all up?

2.) Intra-department basketball tournament 

As part of the students’ social growth, the Civil Engineering Council of the university hosts annually what is called the ‘CE Games’. I am a huge fan of basketball, and so I signed up for basketball, together with my friends. Since we all had every Thursday afternoon off from classes that semester, the team practiced on those times.

After shooting hoops and playing defense on practice which I took very seriously, I reckoned that I had improved my play, and that the team would probably appreciate me on game-day for my ability to score points.


To be continued…


I’m 100% Sure Others Have Bigger Problems Than You Have

It’s February — the ‘Love’ month. But I’m not going to talk about my cheesy unforgettable Valentine’s Day experience.

Instead, I’m making this all about the bunch of teenage girls and boys flooding my Twitter and Facebook news feed with a torrent of bitter hate comments about love, romance, and some related bullshit.

A message for all of you? Please just stop. Seriously.

You are incessantly whining about your previous immature relationship and how it ended so badly because you were not being a good boyfriend/girlfriend or your ex was just a solid dickhead/bitch; being sad about why no one has ever liked you or attempted to court you; preaching to the whole world that no one will ever love you ’cause your ugly or imperfect, or ’cause you’re destined to be forever alone, or whatsoever. You’re still-young brain thinks ‘romantic love’ is the only problem that exists in this screwed up earth.

Let me tell you…

Do you even know that (and yes I’ve googled all of this) one in eight people in the world doesn’t have enough to eat? That 35 million people are suffering from HIV/AIDS? That more than 10,000 people died not so long ago because of the typhoon Haiyan and the relatives of those who died (God bless their souls) are still grieving up until now?

And even if I’m not going to google this, I’m pretty sure hundreds of children currently have ‘imaginary’ parents as a result of loneliness and abandonment.

What I’m just really trying to say is that there are a lot of people going through more than just heartbreaks. These people have suffered more and have gone through a lot more tears, sweat, and even blood than you have ever imagined and experienced.

I, myself, am still a teenager. We shouldn’t be worrying about love just yet. Come to think of it, we actually still have a lot more things to worry about than just that. Think about school. Think about excelling on the things we are good at. Think about how we could help make the world better.

We still have all the time in the world for things like romance and love my friends.

And if up to this point, you’re still worrying about romance and stuff, I assure you, your ‘Prince Charming’ or ‘Cinderella’ will eventually arrive just at the right time.

Take it from the adults and elderly. They know better shit than we do.