Reymond S. Cuison -->tintang-puti (les indies libretas)

Walang may ari ng liquid eraser Ito ay nasa ating lahat, sipatin at pakialam, wala naman daw perpekto, kaya nga sa pinagdaanang mga gusot, hindi na ko magpapalusot, kayo na lang ang lumukot sa pahina ng mga kapangahasan kong ito... : ), P.S hindi ako writer, nagsusulat lang!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Kristina Malaya

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        Hinahanap ni Kristina Malaya ang kanyang 4.5 Mega Pixel Dual Flash Sonny Video Camera. Ang huli niyang naalala may lumapit sa kan...
Friday, June 22, 2012

May Dahilan ang mga Tikom na Kamao

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May dahilan ang mga barikada at tinik na alambre May dahilan ang mga tangke ng tubig na pambala s...

Sana nga

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Sana nga Sana’y maulit pang muli Panginoon na magkaroon ng hustisya de Onor sa Las Indio’s Villas sa puso ng bawat anak ng mga...

Santiago 5:4

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Sumisigaw   Laban sa inyo Ang upa na hindi ninyo ibinigay sa mga gumapas sa iny...

Salamat at di Mo Dininig aking Dalangin

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Salamat Panginoon Di mo dininig aking dalangin Nang hiniling na minsa’y huwag paulanin Ulap ay n...
Sunday, May 6, 2012

Look Who's Coming

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Friday, March 23, 2012

Booksale: Pagbasa sa Espasyong Tambakan ng mga Tinintahang Papel

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 “ Reading makes a full man; conference a ready man and writing an exact man” -Francis Bacon Hindi raw mahilig magbasa ng libro a...
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I am prosaic, of being a just that spitting bubbly tint, with its undividable mean. Cause some of it means nothing. Totally null. I am a dreamer, with timeless sleep, always at the midst of illusions, at the countless wondering. I stared at the blank pages then I weigh unnumbered pressured images, with a blurred state, and undone, unpolished. As I imitating this Quote by Fowler “writing is easy. All you have to do is stared at the blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead” so I stop compromising… Here I am, striving to escape from conformity out of my own Pandora’s Box. I am still looking for myself. Looking forward, but my eyes is not at present, yet crucifying my philosophy that destiny draws the fate and the future is placed on what the place it is destined, on where only the greatest and powerful will remain. I have treasures that I can offer to the one who believes that I’m deserves to believe then, but the treasures I have is still unknown, unrevealed, unnamed… _RSC-ungramatical
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