prexypinoy to the world

It was one windy night, I was in our village and we saw each other sa kanto, ana daw ko, “o asa ta mukaon?” Then they have varied replies. Ana ko “ok sige sa lachi’s rako, feel nko mukaon og cake”. They all went to the opposite direction and I went on my way to lachi’s which is adjacent lang. Naisip nako, I should’ve brought a bike. I went inside and I saw myself in the glass mirror, my goodness! I forgot to change into something more presentable. I was wearing my loose boxers and my underwear garter is coming out. My shirt looks rubbish and I was wearing a hat. I saw familiar faces but I never said Hi because I looked really horrible. When I went inside, it was like a big patio and the one serving me was coincidentally my former grade school teacher. I asked for Yummy choco torte but she told me it was out of stock. I asked her “naa lage ka mam? Diba Bahrain naman ka?” she replied, “nah gipalitan gain ko ni mama ticket pabalik, dili ko ganahan na mubalik” so I asked her “ka

You know what I always prayed for? Inner peace. It’s not from Kung Fu panda. Haha. It is the alignment of your heart, body and soul. A sense of contentment. A taste of pure bliss, not because of a particular rush or some adrenaline kicking in but a deep understanding that everything is temporary. It is that sense when nothing can ever bother you, not a thought, not a worry, nada. It is that sense of calmness that goes beyond the realm of materialism and earthly pleasures. It is that sense of transcendence. A heart that supports the thoughts, a soul that cleanses the mind. Indicatively, people from all walks of life yearn for something more. A dancer cannot be dancer without looking out for new, popular moves. A rich cannot stay rich without yearning for more money. I guess peaceful people cannot stay peaceful without yearning for more peace, and that is topping it off with that peace that’s from within. The only way to achieve inner peace is through meditation. E

Privacy. Davao will always be my home. Even though, ironically, I don’t have a room at our house anymore, why, my mum made a storage room out of my old room. Seriously?! It saddens me that I don’t have a private lair anymore. I used to hang out in my room (when I don’t feel like going out or when I am in a major saving up for a trip) back then. I have this mini-component with dynamic bass sound installed, I have my TV and what I love most was my desk inside my room. Why desk? Because I get to brainstorm while sitting. I’d drew illustrations, I’d write poems, I’d daydream. And when I study, I can’t be lying in bed or else, I’d never even start to read at all. Hehe My fondest and most enjoyable memories would include switching off the lights and listening to my favourite jazz and bossa mix-ups while sipping on my iced tea. I’m weird that way. I’d spent nights doing the same thing and I’d wake up really happy the following day. And while I get ready for work, my BG song wou