"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”

we're two souls who worry too much and in the end, worry for nothing.

what we do is a pre-game of the game we call life. issuing threats and promises, credible or not alters various decisions.

tinatamad. game theory later. target to finish 4 chapters.

isa na nga lang class for the day icacancel pa. pft.

...Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... (R.M. Rilke, You Who Never Arrived)

its either something is wrong with facebook, or its just me

forget the hiphop version, this is better!!!

close to snapping. one more.

this too shall pass!!!!