Sweet melody filled the room as he gently pressed on the keys of the piano. It was great to finally be alone, to finally be separated from the loud and violent world, to be in a world that was entirely his.

The piano was his refuge. Aside from his parents, nobody else even ever knew of his ability to play it, not even his bestfriend. He let himself be taken away by the music. Letting himself and his beloved instrument be one. He felt like he was being transported into a different dimension, a world where he can be the real him.

Too absorbed with what he was doing, he was not aware of the pair of eyes that was watching him intently, and ears that caught each enchanting note that he produced. The spectator was in deep thought “Why does this sound so familiar? I have heard of this before, when I was very young. Could it possibly be really him?”

I’m actually quite enjoying making posts like this one. Posting a picture then writing a super short story at the bottom. I have no idea why. Oh well. I just hope I could expand them soon. I actually like the plot that I’m currently thinking of for this one.

Oh, the pictures were taken when we went to Baguio last April 16. That’s my cousin playing the piano up there. I remember when I used to show him the compositions that I can play and he would be so amazed. Now, he’s even a better pianist than me. Boo me. *sulks in a dark corner* Haha. I was just kidding about the sulking. But really, he can play the piano really well.

That would be all for now. I hope you all are enjoying your summer vacation! ♥

    
26Apr12reblog
04-18-12
She smiled at me then suddenly turned around and dashed across the sand. It took a while for me to register that she was running around the beach. I ran after her and tried to catch her. I grabbed her by her waist and turned her around so that she was looking at me. She looked into my eyes then at the beach before us.
"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" she said with a smile.
My eyes did not leave her face as I said “Yes, it is.”
Fail. This is just so cliche. Oh well. Feeling artist eh. Pagbigyan niyo na. ♥

04-18-12

She smiled at me then suddenly turned around and dashed across the sand. It took a while for me to register that she was running around the beach. I ran after her and tried to catch her. I grabbed her by her waist and turned her around so that she was looking at me. She looked into my eyes then at the beach before us.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" she said with a smile.

My eyes did not leave her face as I said “Yes, it is.”

Fail. This is just so cliche. Oh well. Feeling artist eh. Pagbigyan niyo na. ♥

    
18Apr12reblog
Balong Malalim
Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. Endless thoughts always seem to fill my mind. From what to do next to being curious about what other people’s stories are. Thoughts too deep that sometimes they seem unusual. Thoughts that make me happy, thoughts that make me sad, thoughts that confuse me, thoughts that make me think again.
Tons of things flow through my mind. Sometimes trying to figure out what in this world I can find. Ideas of adventure, of an unbelievable imagination. From cats to the burning Phoenix; from “What to wear?” to “Why am I even doing this?”; from my real family to tons of imaginary people that I have created; from breathtaking valleys to the amazing world of Narnia; from ordinary institutions to Hogwarts that I love so dearly, fictional or not.
There is one thought that never fails to make me feel a string of endless emotions. It makes me want to laugh, cry, smile, frown, jump up and down, bury myself to the depths of the Earth, and confuse me to no end. Know what this thought is? YOU.

Balong Malalim

Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. Endless thoughts always seem to fill my mind. From what to do next to being curious about what other people’s stories are. Thoughts too deep that sometimes they seem unusual. Thoughts that make me happy, thoughts that make me sad, thoughts that confuse me, thoughts that make me think again.

Tons of things flow through my mind. Sometimes trying to figure out what in this world I can find. Ideas of adventure, of an unbelievable imagination. From cats to the burning Phoenix; from “What to wear?” to “Why am I even doing this?”; from my real family to tons of imaginary people that I have created; from breathtaking valleys to the amazing world of Narnia; from ordinary institutions to Hogwarts that I love so dearly, fictional or not.

There is one thought that never fails to make me feel a string of endless emotions. It makes me want to laugh, cry, smile, frown, jump up and down, bury myself to the depths of the Earth, and confuse me to no end. Know what this thought is? YOU.

    
17Apr12reblog
Once In A Daydream 
I stop and surmise,
Maybe this might be my demise.
But I keep my mind to be buoyant
What comes ahead shall be pleasant.
I almost gave in to abandon
Then you came along.
You defied all that I tried to abolish
Yes, I know, it sounds foolish.
You’re my white knight
Yet simultaneously my kryptonite
Will I ever get through this situation?
I hope not, for I’d rather face tribulation
Than what I predict to be our separation.
Reach our happily ever after
As long as we’re together.
P.S. Ang labo nung poem. Sorry. I should’ve posted the picture days ago. Hahaha. Oh well. ♥
Hair, MUA, photographer: Lea Bernardino :)

Once In A Daydream

I stop and surmise,

Maybe this might be my demise.

But I keep my mind to be buoyant

What comes ahead shall be pleasant.

I almost gave in to abandon

Then you came along.

You defied all that I tried to abolish

Yes, I know, it sounds foolish.

You’re my white knight

Yet simultaneously my kryptonite

Will I ever get through this situation?

I hope not, for I’d rather face tribulation

Than what I predict to be our separation.

Reach our happily ever after

As long as we’re together.


P.S. Ang labo nung poem. Sorry. I should’ve posted the picture days ago. Hahaha. Oh well. ♥

Hair, MUA, photographer: Lea Bernardino :)

    
04Mar12reblog

Confused and Unfocused

"BLAH BLAH BLAH YADA YADA YADA."

Those are what I mostly hear coming from the teachers’ mouths during these past few weeks. My mind has been through quite a lot lately that I have a feeling that if I don’t give it a rest, it might seek revenge and just shut down without early notice.

Homeworks. Essays. Fanfiction. Poems. Book reports. Group activities. Investigatory Project. College Applications. Food. SLEEP. Quizzes. Unit Tests. Academic Contests. Buwan ng Wika.

How much more can my mind handle? I have got to keep in mind that I am no robot. I am not some supernatural creature that could naturally go through more than 24 hours without any sleep. I am not a overly genius specie that could remember anything that I have just laid my eyes on. I absolutely am no perfect human being either.

What am I gonna do now? My grades are sinking as fast as the Titanic has and if I don’t take action immediately, I might not be able to save them and they’ll soon end up at the bottom of the seafloor (with my brain). *sigh*

Looks like I shall just get on with this life than rant my day away. I do hope that God will help me through all this stress. Well, I know He will. And I’m sure I will never fail. He always finds a way. ♥

personal  write  rant  
    
26Jul11reblog

Fifteen-Day Poetry Challenge

  1. Poem on why you love poetry/writing
  2. Haiku to your first love
  3. Poem to your friends
  4. Poem about your hobby
  5. Poem to nature
  6. Poem to your family
  7. Poem about your favorite inanimate object
  8. Poem to your own reflection
  9. Poem about teddy bears
  10. Poem to someone you lost
  11. Poem about magic
  12. Poem about music
  13. Poem to your educators
  14. Poem for your country
  15. Poem to God

Okayyy. This is so random. I got this idea from another Tumblr challenge that I saw. This might not be a daily thing. Probably weekly. The reason why I suddenly made this is because I really want to improve my writing a lot, especially when it comes to poetry. I don’t want to disappoint the moderator in our creative writing circle in school. So there, I hope other writers out there would also find interest in trying this. Good luck! :)

    
20Jun11reblog

A work in progress. Tell me what you think, alright?

Hannah sat beside the window, listening to the rain hit the windowsill. She had been thinking of the dream that she had that night. For some reason, it has been greatly bothering her.

“Hannah! Hannah!” she could still hear him call.

They were happily walking together, side by side. She enjoyed every moment spent with him. It was unlike any dream that she has had. It felt like she could just sleep there and dream the night away.

“Close your eyes.” said he. He placed a blindfold against her eyes.

She felt his hands take hold of hers, slightly guiding her forward. After a minute or two, they came to a stop. He gently removed the blindfold and a bright light greeted her dainty eyes.

Author’s note: Yes, I know. It’s not obvious, but I really enjoy writing stories. Hahaha. And this one is obviously not yet finished. So, what do you think will happen next? Where did the guy bring Hannah? What do you think about my writing? Does it suck or is it just alright? Hahaha. I’ll be looking forward to all your feedbacks! 

    
26May11reblog

God’s Unexpected Lessons

Selene looked back on the past travels that she had been to, even the shortest trips. She couldn’t help but notice that in each of those travels, God never missed to give her a lesson before she arrives back home.

In the recent trip, an incident occurred which made Selene realize that a pinch of truthfulness is WAY better than a bag full of lies. But she still couldn’t decipher which is which. Those bag of lies are too good in masking their true identity.

Maybe God would look for the right time to reveal the differences of the two. Selene just hopes that it would be soon. 

    
31Jul10reblog

Stage Fright

She sat there in the middle of the stage. All eyes were on them, her and her groupmates, who were just seating beside her.

It was almost her turn. She could hear them reciting the introduction made for her. She was trembling. She hasn’t really been too comfortable on stage. But this was the moment, there was no backing out. She stood up, walked forward and reached the microphone.

Her legs were shaking and her lips were trembling. She really hasn’t done any major preparations for this moment. She stood there introducing herself to the entire high school student body just for everyone to vote for her for the coming elections.

Even though it hadn’t been that easy for her to dance and introduce herself there on stage, let alone sit there, she still managed to muster all the courage she needed just for the sake of being chosen by her fellow students.

She began her speech with all the confidence she had, but it soon faded and the result was she wasn’t able to do what she was really planning. She planned to have a lively and energetic introduction, but instead, sheonly managed a dull one because her guts failed her.

She went back to where she had previously seated, legs still shaking from the after effect of nervousness. Up ‘til now, she hasn’t discovered how come some people just come up on stage, say what they want say in any manner that they desire, and don’t even feel any sort of anxiety.

But she couldn’t do anything about that now, her turn was done. It was now up to the voters if she really deserves that position.

    
05Jul10reblog