it was a sigh that was heard from me, just a deep, lonely sigh. that was all i could do until the sun finally shone its last rays in the sky while a few stars started to show the world their elegant beauty, like diamonds twinkling in the light. but no matter how elegant the stars in the sky, i was just staring nowhere as my mind flew from reality to fantasy, looking for my prince charming to finally wake up my heart from a deep slumber and heal its deep wound that never stops from bleeding. i saw a lot of princes along with their princesses by their side living happily ever after like any fairy tale would end. i just kept on walking hoping to find my prince, a true prince that would not only protect me from someone who would try to hurt me but will also love me for who and what i am, and somehow we will live happily ever after. i was about to come face to face with my prince charming when a slight sound from behind startled me as my mind zooms back to reality. it was the wind blowing at the tree, rustling its leaves as it passed silently. then the deep and lonely sigh was heard form me again. trying hard not to shed a tear, i stood up, got my pen and notebook and went outside to my favorite hang-out, as i usually do every night, writing stories, stories that are actually my dreams hoping it would come true. but that time it was my own story that i was planning to write. and when it was finished, that was when i realized that my eyes were wet with tears...
i've met different kinds of people, some of them even became my so-called "friends" but somehow i saw their true colors. they were those people who would rather leave you rather than help you when you are in trouble. i found comfort to the people who did not judged me and accepted my flaws and my faults. i became their confidante and looked up to me as their elder sister. in God's grace, i graduated high school and entered college. there, i finally found my friends, my true, unpretentious friends. if a lot of people would consider high school is a lot of fun, i would say college is a lot of fun than high school because i shunned myself from a lot of things and because of the people who call themselves popular yet pretentious even within themselves. my friends in college were those who are willing to accept no matter what. acceptance is the key to friendship. in college, i also learned to love, an unrequited love. it was a painful experience, crying my heart out every night, not knowing when to stop. that's when i started writing, that was when i started dreaming, wishing them to come true, wishing that prince charming would finally come and we will live happily ever after...
the leaves still rustled as the wind blew, the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon smiled at me. as i wiped my tears away, my mind flew again from reality to fantasy looking for the one who would love me for who and what i am still seeing the princes with their princesses by their side living happily ever after...
the deep and lonely sigh is heard from me again as i look at the girl sitting under the tree holding her notebook, eyed closed, a tear that is about to fall, but won't fall anymore. those eyes that are closed won't open anymore, who failed to see her prince charming coming for her who would finally wake up her heart from a deep slumber and heal its deep wound that never stops bleeding...
05 January 2007
Saturday, March 28, 2009
short story made for creative writing class [got 98 here :) haha]
i went to the beach not just to unwind from the stress in the city but to forget. every night before i sleep, i always walk outside the hotel, feel the sand under my barefeet and reminisce, until one night i saw people around a bonfire having a party. thinking that if i joined the party, i would be able to forget the pain that is in my heart, that is losing the opportunity to tell someone how much he means to me yet in my hesitation to tell, he died. maybe if i could drown myself in alcoholic drinks, i would be able to remove the pain in my heart. but before it happened, someone approached me and stopped me in whatever plans i was going to make. although i was stubborn, i finally told him why i'm there and found myself comfortably telling all to the stranger. somehow my heart became peaceful. the stranger told me his own story and found that we had almost the same situation except that the girl also liked him yet in his hesitation, the girl married to another guy. i felt sorry for him, but he told me that it was already in the past and he had already moved on. eventually after that meeting in the party at the beach, we became friends and constantly dating. and now we are planning of getting married.
14 March 2006
14 March 2006
poem for him for the last time
it's starting again
and i can''t help it
these feelings of mine
to beat again
and to fall
for the same person
for the same reason
this heart of mine
i can't control
i cannot teach
not to fall in love again
but it's true
it's there
not gone
i think of him
i dream of him
i just can't stop myself
until my heart swells
can't stop from aching
'til i can't endure
'til i cry
i just hope and wish
this would stop
i can't take it anymore
i'm tired
i'm sick
for until now
he can't love me back.
20 September 2007
and i can''t help it
these feelings of mine
to beat again
and to fall
for the same person
for the same reason
this heart of mine
i can't control
i cannot teach
not to fall in love again
but it's true
it's there
not gone
i think of him
i dream of him
i just can't stop myself
until my heart swells
can't stop from aching
'til i can't endure
'til i cry
i just hope and wish
this would stop
i can't take it anymore
i'm tired
i'm sick
for until now
he can't love me back.
20 September 2007
still for him (the one i loved)
i heard your voice
it put shivers on me
you sang a song
it melted my heart
you smiled at me
my mind went blank
you joked
i laughed.
you were hurt
i cried.
you opened the door for me
yet you entered my heart
you stayed there for a longtime
but you never invited me to yours
i love you
you love her
yet she loves him
forever they will be together.
i broke my heart
you broke yours
yet i still love you,
you still love her
i hope you will love me too
but i know you won't.
we parted ways
and lost contact
months passed by
my heart started to heal
form the wounds it got
you did not intend to make.
now my heart opened its doors
either to love and be loved
or to love and be hurt
i am willing to accept
fate will bestow on me
to be sad or to be happy.
28 March 2007
it put shivers on me
you sang a song
it melted my heart
you smiled at me
my mind went blank
you joked
i laughed.
you were hurt
i cried.
you opened the door for me
yet you entered my heart
you stayed there for a longtime
but you never invited me to yours
i love you
you love her
yet she loves him
forever they will be together.
i broke my heart
you broke yours
yet i still love you,
you still love her
i hope you will love me too
but i know you won't.
we parted ways
and lost contact
months passed by
my heart started to heal
form the wounds it got
you did not intend to make.
now my heart opened its doors
either to love and be loved
or to love and be hurt
i am willing to accept
fate will bestow on me
to be sad or to be happy.
28 March 2007
still for the same person
i wish i could talk to you
so that you'll not be alone.
i wish i could hold your hand
so that you'll feel safe.
i wish i could hug you
so that you'll know i'm here for you.
i wish i could dry those tears
so that you'll know i care for you
i wish i could make you smile
so that you'll never cry again.
i wish i could kiss your lips
so that you'll know how much i love you.
and i wish i could teach your heart
so that it's me you will love instead of her.
15 September 2004
so that you'll not be alone.
i wish i could hold your hand
so that you'll feel safe.
i wish i could hug you
so that you'll know i'm here for you.
i wish i could dry those tears
so that you'll know i care for you
i wish i could make you smile
so that you'll never cry again.
i wish i could kiss your lips
so that you'll know how much i love you.
and i wish i could teach your heart
so that it's me you will love instead of her.
15 September 2004
poem for the same person (almost 5 years ago)
whenever i see those sparkling eyes
i compare it to the night sky.
whenever i see your killer smile
i remember the white clouds above.
whenever i hear your voice
it's like the heavens open up.
whenever i hear you laugh
it's like music to my ears.
whenever i hold your hand
it's like eternity for me.
whenever i'm by your side
i wish it's... forever.
20 September 2004
i compare it to the night sky.
whenever i see your killer smile
i remember the white clouds above.
whenever i hear your voice
it's like the heavens open up.
whenever i hear you laugh
it's like music to my ears.
whenever i hold your hand
it's like eternity for me.
whenever i'm by your side
i wish it's... forever.
20 September 2004
the poem i made for someone almost 5 years ago
to love or not to love him?
that is the question.
my mind is filled by his image,
and my ears only hear his voice;
i want to feel his touch,
i want to see his smile;
i like to hear his jokes
that really makes me laugh;
in my dreams he's the one i see
and when i speak, i always say his name,
i can't stop this feeling,
and i feel like bursting;
my heart swells with longing
it's only one that i plead...
please love me, too,
my one and only love.
13 September 2004
that is the question.
my mind is filled by his image,
and my ears only hear his voice;
i want to feel his touch,
i want to see his smile;
i like to hear his jokes
that really makes me laugh;
in my dreams he's the one i see
and when i speak, i always say his name,
i can't stop this feeling,
and i feel like bursting;
my heart swells with longing
it's only one that i plead...
please love me, too,
my one and only love.
13 September 2004
poem about the 7 deadly sins (for Philosophy class)
like a dark, empty space
it can go on and on
without end
passing from one generation
to an unending cycle.
like a lustful desire
it cannot stop
until satisfied
but you'll want more
until you get sick of it.
like hell underneath
so hot you'll be set afire
yet the passion is there
so damn, so good
it's killing you to death.
once the devil himself
get to work out on you
you know you can't stop
you can't resist the temptation
the sin that is within you.
you would wonder
you would ask
when you would stop
but the desire is there
so how can you stop?
would you forget it?
would you ignore it?
but it is so powerful
no one can forget
no one can ignore.
22 July 2004
it can go on and on
without end
passing from one generation
to an unending cycle.
like a lustful desire
it cannot stop
until satisfied
but you'll want more
until you get sick of it.
like hell underneath
so hot you'll be set afire
yet the passion is there
so damn, so good
it's killing you to death.
once the devil himself
get to work out on you
you know you can't stop
you can't resist the temptation
the sin that is within you.
you would wonder
you would ask
when you would stop
but the desire is there
so how can you stop?
would you forget it?
would you ignore it?
but it is so powerful
no one can forget
no one can ignore.
22 July 2004
poem I made out of boredom
the shadows of the past haunts me now
of the things i've tried to escape from
'cause everywhere i go
the past keeps following me.
in a matter of forgetting it
it cannot be done every now and then
'cause if it's already a past
it's still a past that'll hunt us.
in the night i dream about it
in the day it's like a nightmare
'cause i don't only feel it
but i also see it.
a past is a past they say
you cannot change anything about it
you can only look back
and move on to the future.
yet how can i move on
to the future that awaits me
if the shadows of the past
still haunts me day and night?
everytime i look in the mirror
my reflection taunts at me
grrinning and mocking me
and conscience is killing me slowly.
yet i must face the consequences
of the things i've done
a gruelling and heineous crime
of loving ang killing the one i love.
16 November 2007
of the things i've tried to escape from
'cause everywhere i go
the past keeps following me.
in a matter of forgetting it
it cannot be done every now and then
'cause if it's already a past
it's still a past that'll hunt us.
in the night i dream about it
in the day it's like a nightmare
'cause i don't only feel it
but i also see it.
a past is a past they say
you cannot change anything about it
you can only look back
and move on to the future.
yet how can i move on
to the future that awaits me
if the shadows of the past
still haunts me day and night?
everytime i look in the mirror
my reflection taunts at me
grrinning and mocking me
and conscience is killing me slowly.
yet i must face the consequences
of the things i've done
a gruelling and heineous crime
of loving ang killing the one i love.
16 November 2007
Friday, March 20, 2009
poem for Francesca
Funny and
Ravishing lady
And
Not to mention beautiful, with
Charming and
Enticing voice
So hard not to notice; there is
Coolness in her laugh;
And eyes that twinkles with joy.
Ravishing lady
And
Not to mention beautiful, with
Charming and
Enticing voice
So hard not to notice; there is
Coolness in her laugh;
And eyes that twinkles with joy.
poem for Christi
Cute and
Humble lady with
Ravishing personality;
I like this girl,
So cool, so
True and also
Intelligent.
Humble lady with
Ravishing personality;
I like this girl,
So cool, so
True and also
Intelligent.
poem for Igi Guerrero
Imagining his eyes
Gazing
In mine.
Giving me shivers, trying to
Understand its meaning.
Ever since I saw your smile and those
Ravishing eyes, makes my heart
Race with excitement.
Enticing voice and lovely laugh
Rushing in my senses.
Oh, I love this feeling.
Gazing
In mine.
Giving me shivers, trying to
Understand its meaning.
Ever since I saw your smile and those
Ravishing eyes, makes my heart
Race with excitement.
Enticing voice and lovely laugh
Rushing in my senses.
Oh, I love this feeling.
poem for Delamar
Dreaming of this
Enchanting lady
Lovingly adored
Among men and women
Mesmerized by her beauty
And wit that’s
Ravishing
Enchanting lady
Lovingly adored
Among men and women
Mesmerized by her beauty
And wit that’s
Ravishing
poem for Danielle
Dazzling beauty
And brain
Not to mention witty;
I like this girl;
Enchanting,
Lovable; it's nice
Listening to her
Everyday.
And brain
Not to mention witty;
I like this girl;
Enchanting,
Lovable; it's nice
Listening to her
Everyday.
poem for Gino Quillamor
Gazing
In his eyes
Not minding
Other people
Quickens my heartbeat,
Uttering his name,
I don't know what to do,
Loving this thought
Loving this feeling
A feeling I can't understand it's
Meaning
Or it's
Reason.
In his eyes
Not minding
Other people
Quickens my heartbeat,
Uttering his name,
I don't know what to do,
Loving this thought
Loving this feeling
A feeling I can't understand it's
Meaning
Or it's
Reason.
poem for Hazel
Heaven seems to open up
As this girl starts to laugh with
Zero pretentions that
Everybody
Loves.
As this girl starts to laugh with
Zero pretentions that
Everybody
Loves.
a poem for someone
on my eyes it was
a sight to behold…
his smile.
on my ears it was
lovely music to hear…
his voice.
on my senses it was
a good feeling…
his laughter.
from afar I admire
from afar I adore
I wish he could see
I wish he would know.
impossible I know
liking someone like that
hard to reach from above.
he may not feel
he may not know
that there is me
existing in this world.
‘cause in my dreams
it was a dream come true...
his heart was beating along with mine.
a sight to behold…
his smile.
on my ears it was
lovely music to hear…
his voice.
on my senses it was
a good feeling…
his laughter.
from afar I admire
from afar I adore
I wish he could see
I wish he would know.
impossible I know
liking someone like that
hard to reach from above.
he may not feel
he may not know
that there is me
existing in this world.
‘cause in my dreams
it was a dream come true...
his heart was beating along with mine.
such craziness of mine
what is it about you
that makes me crazy for you?
is it your eyes
or your lips?
maybe your adorable nose
or is it your smile?
that voice of yours
or maybe your laugh?
what is it about you
that i can't help myself
but think of nothing else but you
i say your nameover and over
like a wish
hoping it would come true...
what is it about you
that makes me want
to meet you
and be your friend?
what is it about you
that makes my heart
beats fast and loud
sometimes i'm running out of breath
and all i can hear
is the beating of my heart.
i really just can't help myself
going crazy over you
and i still don't know
what is it about.
but if my heart falls,
will you catch
and return it to me?
that makes me crazy for you?
is it your eyes
or your lips?
maybe your adorable nose
or is it your smile?
that voice of yours
or maybe your laugh?
what is it about you
that i can't help myself
but think of nothing else but you
i say your nameover and over
like a wish
hoping it would come true...
what is it about you
that makes me want
to meet you
and be your friend?
what is it about you
that makes my heart
beats fast and loud
sometimes i'm running out of breath
and all i can hear
is the beating of my heart.
i really just can't help myself
going crazy over you
and i still don't know
what is it about.
but if my heart falls,
will you catch
and return it to me?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
poem # 3: continuation of poems 1 & 2
your smile has a big effect on me
it made me go crazy
and my mind's in shamble
i cannot concentrate on what i do
making mistakes, do stupid things
it could melt my heart
and trip on my own feet
it can make me stutter
or even lost for words
but the greatest thing it did to me
was that it took my breath away
and wanting for more
making me fall for it.
it's just that your smile
can brighten my day
could make me smile too.
i think i'm starting to love it
or maybe, just maybe
i'm starting to love you.
it made me go crazy
and my mind's in shamble
i cannot concentrate on what i do
making mistakes, do stupid things
it could melt my heart
and trip on my own feet
it can make me stutter
or even lost for words
but the greatest thing it did to me
was that it took my breath away
and wanting for more
making me fall for it.
it's just that your smile
can brighten my day
could make me smile too.
i think i'm starting to love it
or maybe, just maybe
i'm starting to love you.
poem # 2:continuation of poem # 1: just a poem for somebody
lying on my bed
staring up at the ceiling
trying to clear my mind
from problems and other thoughts
trying to sleep
yet how much i tried
all i can do is think about him
wishing that he's thinking of me too
lying on his bedtrying to sleep.
the mere thought of him
makes my body shiver
makes my heart beats faster
faster than you can think of
makes me frustrated
frustrated at wits end
and before i realize what's going on
a tear or two falls down
running softly down on my cheeks
trying my hardest to choke back a heart rendering cry.
it's been hard waiting for him
weeks have already passed
hoping he'll realize
that i have been waiting for him
hoping against hope
that he really likes me as well
'cause it'll break my heart
into million pieces
if all along i've known himt
hat i was just presuming.
don't make me wait forever
i can't endure any longer
have no doubt if i like you too
'cause the first time i laid my eyes on you
i already liked you
answer the plea of my heart
please come into my life
don't make me wait
in vain
forever.
staring up at the ceiling
trying to clear my mind
from problems and other thoughts
trying to sleep
yet how much i tried
all i can do is think about him
wishing that he's thinking of me too
lying on his bedtrying to sleep.
the mere thought of him
makes my body shiver
makes my heart beats faster
faster than you can think of
makes me frustrated
frustrated at wits end
and before i realize what's going on
a tear or two falls down
running softly down on my cheeks
trying my hardest to choke back a heart rendering cry.
it's been hard waiting for him
weeks have already passed
hoping he'll realize
that i have been waiting for him
hoping against hope
that he really likes me as well
'cause it'll break my heart
into million pieces
if all along i've known himt
hat i was just presuming.
don't make me wait forever
i can't endure any longer
have no doubt if i like you too
'cause the first time i laid my eyes on you
i already liked you
answer the plea of my heart
please come into my life
don't make me wait
in vain
forever.
poem # 1:a poem for somebody
sitting here all alone looking at you
waiting for you to look at me
waiting for you to smile
waiting for you to come
always looking for those days
those days i'd see you
hoping you'd talk to me
but you'll just stay there
looking at me too
with those shy smiles
i wonder when
you would finally talk to me
'cause i don't want to sit here forever
looking at you
waiting for you
to look at me
to smile
to come
in vain.
waiting for you to look at me
waiting for you to smile
waiting for you to come
always looking for those days
those days i'd see you
hoping you'd talk to me
but you'll just stay there
looking at me too
with those shy smiles
i wonder when
you would finally talk to me
'cause i don't want to sit here forever
looking at you
waiting for you
to look at me
to smile
to come
in vain.
Ang Pag-ibig, Nakakatawa, Nakakaiyak!
gotten from: PINAS THE FILIPINO’S GLOBAL NEWSPAPER (anonymous ang author)
DATED MAY 15-21 2005
Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang napakalaking oxymoron. Lahat ng puwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo man at totoo pa rin. Ang labo di ba? Pero ang linaw.
Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. ‘Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason, maraming rason. ‘Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okay lang.
Leche ano ba talaga?!
May kaibigan ako(author), sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people."Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-inlove din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya.
Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan nagiging moron lang.
Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya.
Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, napapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam nagiging Mother Teresa (o Pope John Paul II).
Ang mga henyo nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama’y malambot.)
Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talagang magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic word na "Ayoko nang ma-inlove!" biglang, WACHA! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman. Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing-galing mo? Pero pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan, parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?
Bali-baligtad din ang nasasabi ng taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman. Ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Puwede na akong mamatay. Now na!"
At hindi lang iyon. Ang sarap ding pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila, eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos ‘pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!
"Bakit niya ako sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader iyon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto.
Hayop talaga.
Mauubos ang magdamag ko kabibigkas ng mga bagay na nakakatawa ‘pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-uusapan. Ang daming beses ko (author) na kasi siyang nakasalubong, kaya masasabi ko (author pa rin) nang eksperto na ako (at author pa rin).
Pero wala pa rin akong (talagang iyong author pa rin) alam.
Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gustong magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline.
Nakakatawa ano?
Nakakaiyak.
DATED MAY 15-21 2005
Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang napakalaking oxymoron. Lahat ng puwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo man at totoo pa rin. Ang labo di ba? Pero ang linaw.
Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. ‘Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason, maraming rason. ‘Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okay lang.
Leche ano ba talaga?!
May kaibigan ako(author), sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people."Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-inlove din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya.
Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan nagiging moron lang.
Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya.
Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, napapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam nagiging Mother Teresa (o Pope John Paul II).
Ang mga henyo nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama’y malambot.)
Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talagang magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic word na "Ayoko nang ma-inlove!" biglang, WACHA! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman. Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing-galing mo? Pero pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan, parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?
Bali-baligtad din ang nasasabi ng taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman. Ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Puwede na akong mamatay. Now na!"
At hindi lang iyon. Ang sarap ding pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila, eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos ‘pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!
"Bakit niya ako sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader iyon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto.
Hayop talaga.
Mauubos ang magdamag ko kabibigkas ng mga bagay na nakakatawa ‘pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-uusapan. Ang daming beses ko (author) na kasi siyang nakasalubong, kaya masasabi ko (author pa rin) nang eksperto na ako (at author pa rin).
Pero wala pa rin akong (talagang iyong author pa rin) alam.
Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gustong magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline.
Nakakatawa ano?
Nakakaiyak.
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