MRT

I see those spanish poems when riding the MRT translated into Filipino which makes me wonder if they're doing the same thing with our poems. In any case, though, I still love poetries. I, actually, write poems myself; about love, anger and just about anything that makes the wolrd go round. The most recent "literature" I wrote was for someone whom I barely knew, if I'm not mistaken, just for a few days and we only met ones and talked thrice then she's gone. Sad reality of life. Always a game of chance. If you don't have the guts, there's no glory. If you have too much of it, makapal ang mukha mo... In any case, we need guts to play well in what we call the "game of life".

Fortunate ones!!!

Some guys have all the luck and if you're not one them, you're one of us. As I kept on saying, "there is no such thing as happy ending, only good ones." But, hey, look at me, I am old but happy... BS!hehe Not always, though. For the most part, I've enjoyed the indepedence, my independence. Bitterness comes to us all.hehe I guess it's only normal, right? The problem is... Those people that we want, more often than not, do not want us back, vice versa.