So I had this weird dream the other night...

this picture deservers to be on a silver platter..

my post manila depression has been dragged on to its 3rd day.. and I can't seem to change underwear.. I bought pillows to cushion my stay but I'm saying that as if it's temporary.. and I'm saying that like I hope it is.. this is the abrupt landing when you plunge and not knowing where to land.. and you shouldn't really.. why cut yourself short just cause you know what happens on the other side of the tunnel.. or maybe you just pray, no.. never.. you hope that in some way some how it will work by fall.. or three seasons later.. in both stories it ends the same.. but we take every bit of it into memory.. we cross that line from salvation cause the world our heart breathe in is too big of a deal to pass.. live now.. seek the moment.. feel the warmth.. flick that cigarette.. sink in the comfort.. take what you can.. give all that you have.. expect nothing.. and of course, hope for the best..

I don't mind.. without you it's a waste of time..

-coldplay

I'm going to manila to see bryanboy..

... just kidding :)