I slipped my hands in my mind as I tried to take my memories in my grasp. But alas, it was a bit fragile, and my hands are not as agile as they used to be, when I was a child. It shakes under normal circumstances — from nervousness, from pressure, or even from normalcy, just as same. And I cannot seem to get hold of my recollections, as my fingers tremble, trailing the curves of my brain. They shake all over, as it traces a simple motion along my skull, while I am still agape as I stare at the stars that flickered in March seventeen.

And so I must have seen, this very same instance, where my heart is torn into different things. While the mountains grow into a lilac color as soon as the Sun kisses its wings. For what dream do I have to take for, and what tomorrow should I claim for? If all of these is placed in front of me and I have yet to un-tell this reverie — or perhaps, reality. As this season ends, and it grows warmer along the tropics. I begin to speak, in a little voice. Muted by chance and choice. As my spirit wavers along the roads, it happened quickly as it twinkled like the stars that flickered in March seventeen.

For this life might bring fortune or grim. And I am stuck in the middle, in this limbo with a fiddle. While I think about hopping in the moon to escape this very sense of catastrophe, while I stare at Earth, staring longingly at me. For this world is an avenue of surreality. While I, have mouth that speaks flames. For I have seen this world die in my arms, and see it resurrect with its ashes. It gleams like an incendiary, as though the stars that flickered in March seventeen.

But I am not a deity. Nor I have hegemony. My only weapon is my tongue. I started to scream, in this endless cosmos that we live in. As I seek the comfort of the flowers that touch my skin. They hint aid as they infiltrate my system with their scents. They remind me of the past and the things I have forgotten and once again remembered. They break my skin, but no blood oozes from it. They engirth the flow of my consciousness in its stream, patting my heart and cooling the ember from within. They shine as the Sun touches their petals like the stars that flickered in March seventeen.

And the everglades sway with the wind, dancing like tiny ladies, clad in green satin. They are a bit rough, with little hairs in the bodies, to fight against the threatening hands of society. I dance with them. Although, my garments are a bit yellow. Every step and every touch with the soil keeps me sane, it breathes life into me as I move with much fervor and adrenaline. But the clouds from afar turns into a gray sheen, they appear to be heavy and I seemed to be too near from it. And so I prepare for what is about to come, with my heart in my hand and my mind in the other. But again, I can see the constellations from above, although it is the middle of the day, because they shine for they are stars, although not flickering, like they did in March seventeen.

I gaze deeply on the petals of lilac that flew from the wind. They follow the lead of the wind as it blew past the hill, wishing for the green grasses to not get in their way.

The stars did not flicker. For it was not March seventeen.

as it rustles on the leaves and your hair.

while the coldness seeps and settles

on the way home, as on you, i fix my stare.

and while i do think your eyes are kind of blank,

i emit a soft chuckle; my head all stuck.

cause why would i want you to ride,

when honestly, i cannot even drive?

and there is a need for speed,

i would never shift; i shall stay adrift,

for i would rather hitchhike with your lead,

than lose you – my wondrous gift.

for with all the cards laid in front,

if you are not on the deck, i’ll never land.

i would rather see this mirage and stunt;

lest you caress this rough hand.

and i am staring at the wide sky

it reflects the abyss of the seas

and i smile.

my grin being lit up by the moon's rays.

it is the depth of dusk

and the eventide blanketed the world with its darkness.

i am alone,

eyes fixated on the single floating thing

notwithstanding the tiny freckles beside it.

it is windy—

something i have always loved when it comes to night.

its glorious ebony hair

and its pearly whites.

its eyes were like an eagle's pinions,

nestled on the part near its head.

it is a summer night,

and autumn is approaching.

i bloom in the midst of the night,

while i try to utter the littlest sound that i can.

i scream in sheer silence, i might

remember the whispers as i run.

and the music begins to resound,

louder, louder and circling around

flowers swaying along the breeze,

my heart beating, it never ceases.

and i wish: as hard as i can muster

and i pray for the eternal ember

to not ashen and be jaded,

and for my memories of that summer to not be

faded.

somehow i can open my eyes well

from the slumber that i have been.

the night felt long,

and the setting sun just hours ago embraced me.

i slept and dreamt of the things that i am aspiring for.

this wonder—

i have it in my heart

inside me, it beats quite sonorous

and i am even torn if i should latch

on the rock situated between your arms.

should i hold on to them,

or should i wait for the clouds to lift me

up in their abode

as i await for you and for them.

of all the things that i am unaware of:

i would hate it if it includes something about you.

this wonder that i have;

a regaling mixture of anticipation and intenseness.

and so,

i speak in beats because of the way the leaves sway.

matulin, mabilis, at medyo umaalog

higpitan mo ang iyong kapit,

ingat ka at baka matumba at mahulog

tignan mo ang iyong paligid,

baka sakaling makita mo ang iyong patutunguhan

o di kaya ay mawala ka sa iyong destinasyon

dahil nga kanina pa tayo nakabiyahe,

mula umaga pa,

kahit malamig at medyo mahina

ngayon, malapit na magtanghali,

baka naman hinto muna tayo at magtanghalian na.

pakinggan mo ang ingay ng mga tao,

ang kanilang halakhak at mga pag-kukurokuro

pakinggan mo rin ang hangin na dumadaloy,

presko ngunit minsan, may usok

huwag kaligtaan ang ingay ng makina

na palaging pinapaalahanan tayong maghintay at dumistansiya.

barya lang po sa umaga,

huwag mo kalimutan ang iyong gusto

huwag limutin ang ibig mangyari at huwag itago

dalhin mo lahat ng madadala

hindi naman kasi ito isang karera

kailangan ang enerhiya pero limitan muna

hindi naman kasi ito para sa mga mapusok,

kaya kahit minsan tignan kung sino ang pumapasok.

wala na akong ibang nakikita kundi ang iyong mukha

ayaw ko tuloy bilisan dahil baka ikaw ay bumaba

maaari ba na imbes sa manibela ay sa kamay mo ako hahawak?

o di kaya’y baka naman samahan mo ako hanggang pumuti ang mga uwak?

Even though you mean the most to me

'Cause every time I open up, it hurts

So, I'm never gonna get too close to you

Even when I mean the most to you

In case you go and leave me in the dirt

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry

And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry

And every time you walk out, the less I love you

Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad, but it's true

I'd always choose to look back at where we started,

and love you all over

for a lifetime.

i refuse to blink for it may fade.

*pero nag maestra 🥹

ehhhhh hahahahaha igat,

Dako nako man kaya na nako ni

The black square by Malevich is a controversial piece as it is only comprises of a black square on a canvas.

But the sides of the square are not placed on the very center of the canvas. Each side is skewed in different direction than others which gives an illusion of movement. Cracks of paint, also known as craquelure, shows a peek of red, yellow and emerald which indicates that the black square is painted over 2 overlapping paintings from the past.

Malevich call this style suprematism where emotions are supreme than objects.

Yung bunso ni tita. ehe

Pwede magsakay? Para madali

*ending nakalibang sa short agis kakilig 😂

yieeeeee patotoyaaaaa

is this the end for us?

maybe we

had enough.

shy u lang

mulu2...

Wind🌬️ sunlight🌞 water💦

I🙋🏻‍♀️ bring🧺

Wind🌬️ sunlight🌞 water💦

We're👭 gonna👩‍🔬 add➕ what🤷‍♀️ we👪 already👌 have🧾 and😳 plant👩‍🌾

A😃 tree🌳~~

Wind🌬️ sunlight🌞 water💦

I🙋🏻‍♀️ bring🧺

Wind🌬️ sunlight🌞 water💦

We're👭 gonna👩‍🔬 add➕ what🤷‍♀️ we👪 already👌 have🧾 and😳 plant👩‍🌾

A😃 tree🌳~~

HELLO PHILIPPINES, and HELLO WORLD!

This is Diannosaur . I am 18-4÷2×3 years of age.Joining PBB is a big opportunity hinde kona sasayangin ang pag kaka taon na ito lahat gagawin ko abot sa makakaya ko at handa nako sumabak sa loob ng bahay ni kuya!

And the reason I wanted to join PBB 11 is i want to show the world, the universe rather that i am confidently kyut with heart. See you soon PBB housemates! 😊

#pbb2024

#PBBAudition

#PBB11housemateako

#PinoyBigBrotherABSCBN

#pbbgen11

A-ang pagmamahal sayo

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Why can't I be with you

They encounter criticism, difficulties and insults. Just like them, i was being bullied for showing my support on them. This k-group is not just like the other k-group. Their songs made me feel love and valuable. It may be in Korean but SUBTIBLE IS THE KEY BESTIES! LET'S SPREAD POSITIVITY, LOVE AND PEACE! LET'S ALL REMEMBER THAT LANGUAGE IS NOT A BARRIER!

I hope this message finds you well. You've grown into someone amazing, and I'm so proud of you. Remember all those dreams you had? You're living them slowly now. You've become a person who cares deeply about learning and teaching, who's always striving to improve and help others grow. Keep that fire burning bright. Embrace every challenge, every setback, because they've all led you to this moment. Trust in yourself and your journey, and know that you are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to.

With love,

Your Older Self

Hello Philippines, Hello Dipolog, Hello kapamilya and Hello world!

Aspiring dreamer ng "Saturn" kay ingon si Sza Life's Better on Saturn.

Handa na sumabak sa anumang hamon sa loob ng bahay ni kuya! Ako nay bahala sa mga pagkaon kuya hehe I can manage po ISTG FR FR. Pinoy big brother ABS-CBN, my name is LIKED BUT NEVER BEEN PURSUED also knows as

OA (Og Ako nalang diay?) ng Dipolog City, diko mag inform saakong edad kay baby pako, BABY NIYA eyyyyyyy from SA PUSO NG EX KO PERO LUMABAS AGAD AKO KASI NANDO'N PA PALA EX NIYA of Philippines, ang bansang tinaguriang NO LABEL ENJOYER. Kung dili ko ninyo pasudlon aw wana'y mo hurot sa mga pagkaon ni kuya. Pangandoy ko talaga makasulod sa bahay ni kuya. Choose wisely

Once again "LIKED BUT NEVER BEEN PURSUED" ng Dipolog City mwa.

#PBBAudition

#pbb2024

#pinoybigbrotherAbs-cbn

HIRAYA MANAWARI🧘🏻‍♂️

𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡. 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒. 💞

'Di na baleng may mahal s'yang iba

Pakisabi, 'wag s'yang mag-alala, 'di ako umaasa

Alam kong ito'y malabo, 'di ko na mababago

Gano'n pa man, pakisabi na lang...