Ey guys and girls

Thank you

For not leaving me

I appreciate

All the likes



For 116 🔥

Love ya all


In five months

I will be turning 27

I lost everything

My friends

I left em

My family

They are so arbitrary

No comment

Very money minded


I am super psyched for 2019

Am bit worried about finances

But I always have full of hope

Thanks to you guys


Facebook is boo yah

Messenger too

But um

WordPress is the best


Yours truly since 2015

Ps hope to make my own youtube channel


That vietnamese korean looking, chinese looking Asian stroller

Haha peace 🏜


Idol ko 🏖


The sky is blue

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I just realised most of years in life, we never remember the ideas we so thought of, dreams we listed forth on our minds, people we encountered daily or the myriad of happenstances or events that go our way.

Still on the gist of things, a few sparks of memory do stain the empty wallflower silhouettes of days where we no longer form the consciousness to revel on thoughts of the past.

Flowering on the impulse to latch onto hope or brighter things, many are quick witted to admit they still are fully, by themselves. To note seasonal changes in history, everything changes and nothing is truly lost..

Circumstance is our greatest threat and enemy. These are times where we feel sad, angry, lost or in dire need of grace or a miracle. The fire within us sometimes burns with no light, no energy to keep us going on. Needlessly, we put the blame on others and not ourselves for what happened. If there is anything far greater in between of fate- it is our actions.

To run the miles of consequence would be to ask where it started.

Beyond our wildest imagination, we form inconceivable ties with people; broken ones that hung dry. As coming to a shock , our once dear friends or lovers become the grim, small ignominies that is a part of everyday existence.

We blame them for our heartbreaks and failures, as if the universe conspired in their best efforts to collaborate and consequentially, sabotage the things we cared and loved most deeply.

To escape the ugly truth, we pin the accusation on the very people who were causal and thus liable to our problems. Hereby the process, forgetting the very selves who were part of the same coin.

Because if there were really people to blame, it should be nobody; not even ourselves to question.

If people leave us, we should ask ourselves why and come to the fact that everything in life is and always will be, merely temporary. Life is too short to be ambiguous in relationships. We should strike a balance on what is important and what should not take up space in the deepest corners of our hearts and mind.

A reminder to those who were stood up, hurt, walked on or abused: it will never be your fault. Some, if not most people that stay in our lives are treasured for a reason.

  • Never let the people in your life know how much it hurts.
  • Don’t take anyone for granted, always be grateful for the things you own and the people in your life who care for you deeply.
  • Pray for your enemies, love harder.

Nothing in life is here permanently ; if you are having a hard time, know it will not stay forever.


** To those hurting from past events or unexpected circumstances, I hope you heal and hope for brighter days. You are amazing, don’t ever let anybody take your light and soul away. Keep going, never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game called ‘life.’



It is always darkest before dawn.



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Starting the days in January of 2014, I felt compromised to finish my academic assignments. To the better lack of it, the entire year behind me filled the fringe and graces of dexterity and skill, housed in my place of willfullness.

Reality had no greater assignments than ones we had to conform; marriage to jobs to balancing domestic duties to minding children to listing chores to cooking dinner.

To wake up reeling is to find oneself in a postmodern repetition of products and power, tools and schedules, dictions and phrases, arbitrary relations and everyday work.

Hence, school the safeground that builds our dreams, caged us in a ground of fight and flight, figures and papers, to monsters that go haunt and destroy the very minds we used to own.

The context of adulting as a phase, prosaic as the opposite, is where one threads several spaces in the entire loom of society; enmeshed in the critical cycle of knowing and unknowing, obtaining and emptying.