"Sometimes you'll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory."

Month: April, 2013

Michael P. Leite,

perhaps I do miss my Best friend.




Ladies & Gentlemen,

I got accepted to UCLA.


Forever Strangers.

April 22, 2013


Our eyes found each other
in a passing crowd of thousands.
Blistering noises faded
wandering souls vanished.
The screaming distance 
between you and I.
Enslaved by toxic visions
we found ourselves buried
in what could’ve been.
A magnetic force of wasteful glance;
in that very brief moment of passing time
the world gave us an unrealized chance.


I don’t know why & I don’t know how, but I find peace every time I look at this beautiful black and white photograph.


Photography by Sally Mann.

To Love Love.

April 10/11, 2013

I want to love love wholeheartedly.
I want to desperately be blinded by a love so radiant and great,
the thought bewilders many.
I want to miss love when it is not in my presence.
I want to long for it when it is away even for just a minute. A second. Half a second.
I want to cry love when I am hurt.
And when I am ill, I want the love I love to cure me.
I want to sing love, dance love, speak love.
I want to hold close the love I love,
and guard it securely with every fiber of my being.
I want to appreciate it.
Adore it.
Value it.
I want to be awaken in the morning light by the touch of the love I love.
Catch the blossoming flowers, hear the chippering birds, watch the drifting clouds.
And when the day seems heavy and slow, I want to wish it could be slower.
I want to spend the day loving love more than I could have ever loved love yesterday.
I want to understand the puzzling manner of love.
And with open arms, accept its entirety regardless of its complexity.
I want to love it unconditionally and abundantly.
I want to fall so madly in love with love,
that to be vulnerable is to be happy.
And to fall is to finally fly.

And when the night finally calls,
I want to only recall the moments I love.
As I lie in bed, hoping for another day to love love,
I want to be high off the sensation of loving love stupid.

And to the love I will love to the unknown of this universe,

Leave me never.


History Is Present.

April 2nd, 2013


They say we need not to worry about the past, for the past is history. 
But who are we if it weren’t for our past? 

History, as defined in the dictionary, is the aggregate of past events. 
We are what we were. Or what we used to be.
As perplexing and complicated as that might sound, it is simple.

If it weren’t for our minor falls and major victories, our misfortunes and sweet lucks,  surely, we would not be where we are today. 

Every decision one makes, opens a new, pristine route to his/her awaiting fate. 

The history of each of us as individuals is unique. We all come from different backgrounds, stories, and places. Though we have similarities and common history with many [especially those we have surround ourselves with], we are still, at the end of the day, one-of-a-kind individuals. Spare a moment to peek into the history of your family, friends, significant other, and or even strangers, and discover them.

And for that very reason, I say, delight yourself in what has been done and completed. Don’t listen to those who advise you to just live in the present. Because as real and “now” as the present is, it has been severely infected by the past. It is contagious. And it is inescapable. 

It is imperative that we understand and remember the past, for history does repeat itself. Though people and things of the world change over time, we are bound to exhibit a little of our past; the horrible habits, the irksome attitude, and the impulsive behavior. Observe them. We are all (in honor of the days gone by), whether you like it or not, unstable. We are sickly affected by the once upon a time.

So study your yesterdays.
Learn the history of your surroundings. Swim in it, but don’t drown. 
Bask it in, but don’t live it. 
Explore the bitter memories and enjoy it. Remember the great fall and take comfort in it. 
Reflect on the unforgivable mistakes and learn from it.

Live in the ever-changing present, but revel in the unwavering past, for the history reveal what this moment cannot. 

The truth.