This is a Filipino poem (Tagalog) which talks about life, danger, and motorcycle accident.

The worst day could turn out to have hilarious effects on all involved.

This one is supposed to show sympathy for him and is the only one I wrote written directly in the point of view of the person it was written about.

I know I suck at poetry.

Are you unlucky?
Do you have a unlucky number?

So today is Friday the 13th. Me, loving all things weird and kooky, well I just couldn’t let the day go by without giving my take on it.

Just a little bit about my day yesterday.

From my current work in progress, “English as a Foreign Language” (With English to English Translations). There are over 165,000 words in our language, yet most people use only about 1,000 on a regular basis.