The Circle Goes On, Beyond Phankspace

A story is like a circle, it has a beginning and it will eventually come to an end. And when the end has finally come, one would be surprised, that another story begins. It's like a perpetual line going in circles over and over, until there's no more circle to draw; until new papers have come to replace the old ones.

After sharing my life with this blog for almost two years , at the very end,

I'm afraid that words are beginning to leave me.

I'm really sorry guys, if ever this would be last.

Brip (Dear Diarya Imitation ReMix)

Dear Baklita,


Ang hirap palang mabuhay
ng matiwasay kapag wala kang mga
kasambahay sa bahay...





Lalo na kapag mismong underwear na susuutin
mo na lang ay nakadepende pa sa
laundry ng yaya.


smells like teen singit pa ren,
bottomesa number sixty nine