Pluvius

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Jesus is my healer

Beauty Blooms Skincare/DC88 Online Bodega Main
Abad Santos Street

Tatay tetet
Prk. San Isidro

Dhong dods gaming

naguilty gid ko ba kay ako ang melody pero hindi ko makuha ang tono sang kanta namon nga may dako-dako nga chansa makapachampion ba. first battle of the band performance ko after two years tas palpak pa gid. sala ko gid nga gisignalan ko si nicholas nga mag-intro na dapat gintesting anay namon ang key sang kanta before kami nagstart kay total 1 minute pa lang nakaready na ang instruments

04/02/2023

me back (sort of)

03/02/2023

Entry 1

The gate swung silently on its metal hinges as the entire evening unfolded before me. The moon silently floated in the heavenly sea, silently watching my every step like a chessmaster overlooking his pawns. 45 degrees on the horizon with the brightest star lights remaining unfazed by its unholy glow.

There is no fear of seeing a flying half-bodied woman, or a giant duck-like fowl with eyes filled with brimstone and hell. However, there is the fear of being either bit by the locale's guard dogs or stabbed or beaten to death by drunken hoodlums.

Every step was like a tiptoe but done with my heels; my slippers clacking against the sole of my heel as my shadows began doubling, and tripling - quadrupling, even - under the orangeing and whitish glows of the various lights - an impression that an unseen army of my silhouette was marching with me in the semi-dark.

With both hands in my pocket, I pondered with every step. I remained oblivious to the aggressive barks of the canines; their scare tactic putting me on edge and wary, nevertheless.

But why fear the bite of fifteen angry dogs if confessing your feelings is more terrifying? I remember a saying: the wounds on one's skin may fade away, but the wounds on one's heart will forever stay.

Are we that superficially fragile?

That is a yes and a no.

I realize that I now am walking along the highway: dust dancing lazily on my toes and the lights looking extremely bright. The 4-lane road was nearly as empty as my head during Mondays, with the exception of a few motorists speeding past the nearby police station. A nearby eatery was half-filled with customers seemingly entertained by the unnoticed singer who sat on a tall stool, strumming his guitar delicately as the drunk customers either slept or talked.

Music. Sometimes it's what I make and listen to. Sometimes it's you.

Why are we so quick to take something so beautiful for granted? Is it because it's just at the tip of our very fingers? Or is it because we do not realize that in the borrowed time we have, every tune we hear becomes a fragment of a reminder that we, fragile creatures, would soon reach our climax and fade into the ears of the cosmos?

Maybe it is the former.

I take a different route on my way back. The taste of the branded chocolate-coated popsicle a mere memory compared to the taste of its stick, the latter dancing between my teeth like my heart when both of our eyes meet. With coffee on one hand, I walk the same gait as when I left: tiptoeing but with my heels.

The mix of orange and white streetlights gave me nostalgia; a reminder of the evenings in Novaliches several years ago. Still alive, unstabbed, and unbitten, I walk along the silent street. The dark was warmer, compared to the darkness that swallowed my entire mind back in 2022.

A chilling thought to reminisce as I walked: what if the entire world ended at that moment? Would it finally be the rest a mortal seeks? Would it finally solve the problem a feeble mind is trying to fix? Or would it become the reason why the canaries weep?

Alas, I am he who cannot answer such question for I have decided to walk another mile in this idiot's shoes.

In the end, I have no choice but to surrender to the fact that if we are to get out of the gate, we are bound to go through it once again. Regardless if you were wearing maroon pants and a blue sleeveless shirt or a grey hoodie and black track pants, we are forever trapped in a cycle; a troublesome journey that we ought to finish in one way or another.

And sometimes you gotta grab a hot cup of coffee on your way back because coffee just hits different in the wee hours of the morning.

01/02/2023

Torn between maghimo ko sang California by 88rising-inspired track or Retro/Classic City Pop track

02/01/2023

Daw yawa lagi ni pati akon institutional email ginsuspend

02/01/2023

fun fact: ara pa sya guys🥹🥹 ang email account ko lang nasuspend hindi ng brand account. gitagaan ko na lang access ang isa ko ka email para mamanage ko pa ang brand account. magwait na lang ko sang response sa appeal ko🥹🥹

01/01/2023

wtf ang main gmail ko gisuspend gago

01/01/2023

ay huh wait