.:. Profile .:.
BS. Computer Science Student at Baguio. Likes web designing, 3D modeling, photo
editing and stargazing...
Likes spending the night in front of his PC while sipping his hot mocha coffee.
Likes to be alone in his room so he can sing his songs, play his guitar and recite
his poems. Likes taking pictures while strolling around the city of pines alone.
Birthday - D-Day
.:. Favorites .:.
*Songs - Classical (strauss and sort), music by the Beatles, Coldplay
Mew, Travis, Sigur Ros, Oasis, Radiohead, Eraserheads, enya, Switchfoot
*Movies - K_Pax, Forrest Gump, Contact, My Sassy Girl, Far and Away, Disney
Movies, Sunshine, Monster House,Apocalypse Now, 3-Iron(Bin-Jip),Shrek movies
*Favorite Books(s):The Yin Yang of Programming, Bible, Quran, What the Buddha
Taught (Walpola Rahula) . Kiss of the Spiderwoman (a very gay book), Karaoke Song
Playlist, Beyond Good and Evil (Friedrich Nietzsche), Crime and Punishment (Fyodor
Dostoevsky), The Final Theory (Mark McCutcheon), God's Debris (Scott Adams), 40 Days
with the Poor (Frank Padilla), Piano for Dummies, Idiot's Guide for Dating, How to
draw a woman's body, Idiot's Guide for Verbal Self-Defense. Ilocano Survival Book,
Paolo Coelho Books. Harry Potter Books, Eve's Diary, Still have many books to
read...
*Favorite Pet(s):Dog and Cat lalo na
pagmagkasama sila
*Favorite Color: Blue and orange
*Favorite Quote/s: if p then q
Posts Archive
Friday, September 09, 2005
.:. Yet
.:.
Yet, there was a cup that i used to sip my coffee
Yet, there was a pen to write my thoughts
yet, there was a light to emphasize the blackness
yet, there was you inside the abyss of me
yet, there was full of you in the nothingness in me
yet, there was a beautiful you to an ugly me
yet, there was the silence to bear
yet, there was pain to heal
yet, there was the tears to wipe
yet, there was this big but cold room
yet, i put temporarily the sadness under my bed
yet, i leaned my forehead on the fogged window glass
yet, i was the only one staring the flashing lights
yet, i sat the unkempt bed sheet
yet, i breathe and gasped for air
yet, there was nothing... nothing.
yet, all those thoughts were only thoughts
yet, all those thoughts were only yets
i have those thoughts to alterate those thoughts
i have those thoughts to be my yets
i have those yets to play my thoughts
yet those thoughts were empty
yet, they were only thoughts and thoughts were they
they cleared my thoughts, that confusion is yets ought
penned my thoughts
at [8:57 PM]
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