and i would sing you a loud lullaby. when you hover aside and fall asleep. and when you drift in dreams... my loud lullaby will keep you awake.

moving out!


After some very careful consideration (it's coming along with getting older, really). I've decide that maintaining several blogs can't be healthy. But, instead of erasing this blog (why would I want to do that anyway?), I thought that it would be easier to just announce that other blog I've been updating regularly.

well, not that regularly anyway. I'm pretty much drained out.

So, you can find my not-so-new blog here

I'll see you there : )

All best,
posted @ 10:30 PM   44 comments


LOVE, n.

a temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. this disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. it is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.

the devil's dictionary
ambrose bierce
posted @ 2:36 PM   1 comments



one more days
sunday morning
me and her
and i’ll be singing “you belong to me”

posted @ 10:52 AM   2 comments



yes or no? rise or fall? open or close? love me or love me not? leave or stay? hold or let go? live or die?

it’s quite ironic, that we ask to ourselves those relentless question with the answer were already there, in our pocket. battling an unnecessary quarrel between logic and conscience.

way to go. choice to take. side to fall. song to sing. food to eat. who to love.

in the end.

we’re just reaching a mouthful of denial. and swallow it whole.

and how after that… often we plunge ourselves to a whole new definition of feeling… hypocrite.

nevertheless. it’s the nature… a question is always born to be asked. while some, remain unanswered.

or maybe it’s just me. in a need of a new glasses.
posted @ 12:38 AM   2 comments



I am planning to take a rest from blogging. Maybe a month or so…


Simple, it is because I am running out of energy. And as it for me, seldom, writing took a hell amount of energy. I found out that, lately, focusing on things that I want to do, is becoming a privilege that I can’t afford.

As you can read in some of my previous post, I do owe some writing project to my friends. And a promise is a promise. I tend to keep that.

Just now… a friend texted me and told me that some of the guys at MP are planning another anthology on short stories and poetry, and she recommended me to the committee. Arghhhhh…..

Sadly, I have to say no... well, not entirely rejecting the honor. I would say yes to the poetry project, I’d simply post some of my old archives, and the rest is up to them. But not on the short stories…

And if I’m going to be selfish, I’d write my essay on Neil Gaiman’s “The Sandman” 1st. it’s much more of a consideration towards my future.

Heck… I am already tired writing this short entry.

Until then, I’ll see you when I see you.

posted @ 12:15 PM   2 comments



the exact numbers of february

and i am. anxiously.

posted @ 10:45 AM   182 comments



And in her eyes…
A pool of comfort

Ignoring my fear of drowning
I dive
posted @ 2:23 AM   4 comments

behind the blog

some warm coffee

box of past tense

my comforting space

familiar faces

your echoes


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