Promise, I'll be nicer

Well, at least I'll try.. You basically know me, but really, you don't. I was robbed of my things plundered of my blog and stolen of my heart


Alice <3


aranola asked: Hi Dan, I miss you.

I miss you too. Sama kayo sa friday. Earth Day Jam

antukingchix asked: hello :) kamusta?

Okay lang, nagpapalpitate lang sa antok. Hahahahaha. Goodevening! =))

Dear Thea

Hindi ka nanaman nagpaparamdam. Iniwan mo nanaman ako?

Earthday Jam 2014!

April 25, 2014 6PM at the 9th Ave.Cor. 34th St.
Bonifacio Global City Taguig

featuring performances by:

and Many More!!


So uhmmmmmmmmmmmm. Selfie na ba to?

The Other Side of Forever

(A collaboration between Dan and Dayn)

This was a story of forever in two connected lines. Half of the image of one of the lines was the Earth’s moon, and the other was the sun. The lines, intersecting each other, ran like two fingers of the clock. One is always at the far end of the other, but the two are always connected together. But unlike the clock and likewise in magnets, when the two far ends meet, they will have to stay away from each other. This was a story of forever in two connected lines and telephone wires.

I called. She answered immediately.

“Hey!” I greeted. Tonight is different, I could sense.

“Hey!” she greeted back, “I’m excited,” and laughed. We behave so weirdly tonight, but I guess it is normal for two people to be so awkwardly laughing about something they are both feeling so excited about. But I have to pretend.

“Uh, with what?” I grinned. Her voice shifted to a sad tone. I knew it. She’d bought my trick again.

“Hmmmmmmmmmp!” She was always so damn easy to kid.

“Just kidding, babe,” I laughed a little and added, “I’m excited too, of course. I wonder what your lips would taste like,” and slightly hinted, with another fake smirk, that I am already teasing her. She replied with a jovial chuckle. I wonder why her laughs mean so much more to me right now than ever. They feel so special tonight, so sincere, and transparent.

“Who says you can kiss me?” and with her response, started our another tender teases.

“Can’t I?”

“Of course, you can’t! I will never talk to you again if you dared,” she exclaimed. I laughed so hard. She’s always the typical hard-to-get lady, which is exactly my type.

“Fine, I just wanted to be with you anyway,” and there was a little silence in between the lines, so I teased her once again, “There’s a lot of girls here that I could kiss.”

And there was a moment of a silence, that is longer, to say the least. It’s time to stop all the teases.

“I’m just kidding, again,” I laughed, “I wonder what your face looks like whenever I tease you.”

“Three more days babe, try to tease me and you’ll see,” she answered. Her voice uttered the words so differently. It was in a serious manner and I was surprised. I wonder what she means with her statement?

But I am drowning, once again, and melting at the thought of seeing her, of meeting her, of catching her into my arms, of doing all the little things a normal couple could do.

“We haven’t seen each other; but I miss you already.”

And silence—this is the kind of a peaceful silence that we always both long to feel at the wee hours of our time. A silence that only the two of us know, and only the two of us share—a nonverbal form of expressing affection that intertwines the moon and stars with the sun, something that nothing can outlast and overpower. We are at peace.

“I love you,”

I know, because I love her, too.

“I love you, too.”


It is almost ten in the evening, and I know that she still has things to do. It’s morning from where she lives, after all.

“Hey, I need to sleep. Good morning.”

“Good night, babe.”

But I felt the longing even before I have to say good bye. I can’t just miss her so much. But I can’t just say good bye and sleep and think about her when I know I can prolong the conversation even more. I need just a little minute more, to talk to her.

“What’s for breakfast, anyway?”

“I thought you’re going to sleep?” She laughed.

“Oh. Yeah. Haha. Good bye.”

But I didn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about her smile, how different it is from her pictures, and maybe it looks better when seen closely, when seen in person. If photographs of her smiling made me melt from my seat and giggle alone, what else could the magic of her smiles do to me? I could die just by looking at her.

This is it. This is the day. This is the day that the two of us have been looking forward to, the day we thought will never happen, or at least, it seemed impossible to happen. I landed on the airport with no one I know, but it didn’t matter. This is a part of the adventure, and my prize will be waiting in the well-known mall in this place. I took a cab and went to my cousin’s place to unload my things, and as soon as I was done, I decided to go to the place, even if I am still two hours early. But time fled so fast; so fast that I didn’t realize it was almost time to meet her. I was buying her a stuffed toy when someone hugged me from behind, and who else would do that, but the most beautiful girl in my eyes.

But time really fled too fast; and it was already time for us to part ways—but it didn’t sadden me, for that moment marked the happiest moment of my life. And I all have to do now, is to keep on remembering about what happened; but it is no longer a must, for I was spontaneously remembering it every single second. I was looking at her the whole time—how her eyes shone in light, hair flowing through my arm on her shoulder, and the scent of hers that made my heart pound. That moment was more than I expected, more than magical, something that I can’t explain. It was a moment I would never forget. A year of waiting was nothing compared to that day. All those preparations was worth it.

She wasn’t at the airport when I was about to leave, but it didn’t matter—I was feeling happy and contented. I’m already thinking about how we will meet again, how I will be planning to save up so that we can be together more often, and how I will be planning to stay near her. I messaged her and told her that I’ll be back soon and I love her. I was so happy that I didn’t even notice that she didn’t reply.

I checked my e-mail as soon as I got home. I was expecting a message from her asking if I got home safely, but I received no word from her. I notified her through a message that I am already home and I already miss her. I was about to fix my things when my laptop flashed a new message on its screen.

“I’m sorry.”

It was a message from her. I don’t know the reason as to why she’s apologizing; because all I know is that we had a great time together. The day we had was perfect. I called her because it got me curious. She answered but didn’t speak, so I started the conversation. My heart is racing. There was something wrong. There is, I know. There is something wrong and she is not telling it to me. I was nervous, but I tried to feel calm. I greeted her with glee.

“What are you apologizing for, babe? I’m fine. My travel just to see you was worth it. Really, really worth it.” I spoke so enthusiastically. Maybe she’s just tired, I thought. Maybe. I have to cling on to that guess.

“Stop, don’t call me that,” As soon as she uttered those words, my body froze because of undeniable fear. Why? What was her problem? Why would she prevent me from doing so? Is she in a bad mood? Countless questions started bombarding my mind. But I can’t even speak a word. Her words were too powerful. They muted me.

There was a long pause, and I thought she was to hang up when she suddenly added the words that I sure expected would break my heart.

“I’m sorry, but we have to end this. Being with you, I… I just didn’t… I just don’t feel it. I’m sorry.”

I was both shocked and confused with what I just heard. She didn’t feel it. And then that’s that. She didn’t feel the deep imbued happiness I have felt when we were together. She didn’t appreciate all those little moments we had. That’s it. She didn’t feel it. It was enough to break everything apart, and to let them fall in shattered pieces to nowhere.

Tears started rolling on my cheeks, and I can’t stop them. Then it all occurred to me—how she looked when she was with me—no, scratch that—how she looked when I am with her. She was forcing a smile. She had been forcing her smile. She had been trying to enjoy that day with me, but I remembered how she would fall silent from time to time. It was right. She was faking it. How could I not notice?

Staring blankly at nowhere, I dropped the phone on my bed. I don’t know how I would respond to her. I don’t know what to think of with what she said. I opened my closet and reached for the top drawer and took a pack of cigarettes—the last pack that I bought before I knew her; the pack that I bought a year ago. I thought I would never smoke again, and there I was, lighting another cigarette between my lips.

By this time, I realized that ours is not a story of forever.

Look into my dark eyes, and tell me what my heart desires,
but you could never see through a closed window
for if you do,
then you would be my weakness
thus, I submit to you.

I want you, and I know everything comes with it, so even if there’s something I don’t like with the package, I’ll still take it.

Your eyes are beautiful, I love them, and so is the way you sneeze at me while we’re talking. Oh, I love your sneeze. You look fit, but I know about your belly, and I would love to hug you from behind and touch that cute soft flab. Your hair smells forever of sweetness, yet you’re too active that you sweat a lot. You smell more of sweat than I do, yet I love that.

I actually think that most of your interests are either boring or non sense, yet I’m willing to listen to you while smiling. And by listen, I don’t mean just hearing what you say, but seriously listening to every thought you share. I will understand them and mind them like how one should listen. I want you to read me your notes, and I don’t care if I don’t care about them, I’ll still listen. You can tell me about your day that I don’t really care to hear, yet I will care for they are of your day, therefore, they are of you.

You circle the mall for hours, looking at different clothes that look exactly the same. It feels like years when you’re comparing a white shirt from a white shirt. It takes you three hours to choose between a size 8 pair of shoes and a size 8 pair of shoes, yet I’m willing to wait till you decide choosing from those two identical footwear. I’d be more than willing to waste my time with you at the mall.

Oh, how could I not mention how hostile you become when you’re having your monthly period. It’s like I’m in session with a court trial just by talking to you. You can be so ill-tempered, yet I won’t mind; I’ll still love that about you, I’ll let you win any debate, and I’ll hug you even if you punch me.

No matter how flawed you are for being a girl, you’re still perfect. I love all those annoying things that you have for they are of you. I love you and I have to love everything that comes with you.


Our lives shift as life, as we know it, ends. 
Thus, it will never be the same again 
By which everything, as we know it,  
Is sorted to be a different everything. 
But with a life so stagnant, 
And change and of no love 
And life will stay as how we know it 
For it is us, who can make life, as we know it, end.