How can there be a hundred peso donation for my confinement? It seemed to be demised indulgence. This could be my last write-up for you.

Celebrating Valentine’s Day with a romantic poem…

It is a sad goodbye for me; they can still go on without me. How about me?

My Birthday could be best describe as an agony in poor garden, harvested cruel crops of dear love’s burden.

How an angel could hurt a demon? That is when a demon dreams for a love star. A demon should learn to live with it. He should never ask more than what is due to him.

How it feels to be hurt that much? How will you be able to celebrate your birthday?

How it feels to hide your feelings after you have finally brought it out?

As the poem implies… Your name in it, ultimate inspiration… Yes, you are!