Footnote

February 4, 2008:

Kung minsan

kung minsan lamang kita makakasama, nais ko lamang iparating..
na ikaw ang nagmistulang bituin, sa gabing madilim.
kung minsan lamang kita makakausap, nais ko lamang ipaalam,
ako'y nangungulila sa bawat pamamaalam.

kung minsan ko lamang mahahawakan ang iyong mga kamay, nais ko lamang ipadama..
na narito lamang ako sa iyong tabi.
kung minsan ko lamang makikita ang iyong ngiti, nais ko lamang sabihin..
ako'y natutunaw sa nakabibighani mong pagngiti.

kung minsan lamang kita makakasama,
'di bale nang minsan lamang, basta mayroong minsan. 

November 4, 2010:

Kung minsan (nalang uli)

Kung minsan nalang uli kita makakasama, muli kong ipararating,

Ika’y mananatiling bituin sa gabing madilim.

At kung minsan na lamang kita makakausap, hayaan mong aking sabihin,

Tinig mo’y tamis sa mundong kay pait.

Ang iyong mga kamay, kahit daplis nalang ang paghawak,

Sana’y dama mong ako’y narito pa rin sa iyong tabi.

At ang iyong pagngiti, na sa aki’y nagdadala ng hikbi,

Ay mala-anghel na sa lungkot ko ay pumapawi.

Kung minsan nalang uli, sana'y minsa'y dumating parati.

Ngunit ngayong gabi, aking sasabihin:

Kung minsan nalang uli ang dati'y minsan na minimithi,

sana'y wala nalang muli kung 'di ka rin mananatili.

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"It really sucks to be the footnote in someone else's love story." 
— Brooke Davis

Tumblr Repost!

explodingdog:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

haha this is a bit gory, but cute nonetheless. In Filipino, this is called KILIG. or to be more exact, KILIG TO THE MAXIMUM LEVEL. haha kilig is a filipino term for being, how would i say it, i do not know. haha i will quote my english teacher back in highschool for better illustration:

“so how do you say “kilig” in english? there’s no exact translation in english. it’s supposed to refer to the sensation that you feel when you’re thrilled because someone you like suddenly notices you or says something that more than pleases you...haha. let’s call it chickychills. do you know how a chick moves its butt and ruffles its feathers when something cold and wet touches it? can you imagine how it feels? for me, that’s how a “kinikilig” person seems to be. cute, actually.”

so there, chickychills it is. and if you’re having so much chikychills, the chikcychill of your life , you will have that feeling of wanting to burst and explode out of extreme happiness. you know when someone turns red whenever teased? like that multipled 100, 000 times.

i think the most memorable part of relationships are those moments when you want to ‘explode’ or when you’re having chickychills. it happens during your first date, or first kiss; the first time you were told that he/she likes you back, or loves you. chickychill moments. but what happens if you run out of firsts? to some lucky ones, they find someone who would make them feel this once in a while. and that, i believe, is true love. :)


This is from my tumblr page. :) just wanted a repost.

Apéritif!

So I’m moving my blog again. I’ve had 3 blogs since I started writing. The first one was my LJ account, which contains my emotionally-driven highschool life. I think it was my most active blog. My second one is a tumblr account. It’s pretty cool how you can follow people, repost and whatever. But I wasn’t just at peace writing there. Maybe with the pressures of seeing so many good bloggers/writers and I just can’t see myself amongst them. I never had confidence in my writing because I write randomly. I write when I’m in the mood and I write when I’m motivated. Haha which is quite common for most, if not all, writers. But I still don’t consider myself ‘good’.

Mindbowlofsoup somehow means this blog would contain whatever it is on my mind. And they’re not necessarily true, or serious or factual. So no one would get to judge whatever I write. They can be as light as air (whatever!) or as heavy as a titanic sinking at the bottom of the deep cold ocean. The soup will have different kinds of tastes, depending on which part of the mind I tap. So for your taste, some of it may be sweet some will be sour or bitter or spicy; actually depends on your perspective. I cook the soup and serve it. And we all get to taste it differently.

It’s quite fun writing. For a mind such as mine-- who isn’t gifted enough to draw a fine-looking tree, contents himself with stick-figure humanoids (not even look humans!) and cant even color a 7-year old coloring book-- writing is my way of getting out of the gray.  

Enjoy the soup!