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As a San Antonio Spurs fan, I had accustomed to them winning during the Tim-Manu-Tony era, then that ended and for the last 12 years the Spurs had been relegated to the purgatory, mocked at, dissed, forgotten until they got Wemby. Even then there had been so many doubts, they were not expected to even go far yet proving on and on again in the playoffs to hell with the inexperience… this Western…

Turning golden made me revisit my passions and one of them scribbling thoughts into poems, diary or just expressions.. wrote this early on during college…. Ikaw at Ako (You and I) #modernkundiman​ #ppop​ #pinoy​ #lovesong​ #opm​ #filipino​ Disclaimer: Original lyrics 💯Created from my own ideas, utilized AI tools (Suno AI and Music AI premium)No samples. No copies. No reference

DreamWorks is dropping Forgotten Island this September 25, and honestly—it feels different in the best way. Yeah, they’ve given us iconic friendships before with How to Train Your Dragon, Shrek, and The Wild Robot, but this one hits closer to home, especially if you grew up around Filipino stories. At the center are Jo and Raissa, voiced by H.E.R. and Liza Soberano—two best friends about to go…

Old balete stands, a witness to life and death in quiet roots, love grows into dawn.

Found this I wrote from decades ago, how life then felt unsure, unclear, yet hopeful…(march 17, 2002 7PM)days turn to night, seconds tick to hourssongs halt to fade, aspoems end when readhere i am,seated alone at homei ask, is there something more to this life?what am i here for?what am i supposed to be?i hope my longing end when she comeswhen tears go dry as i hold her in my armswhen i wake up…

my quiet place 🙏realized a good life is built by having faith, trusting self over doubts, growing with people who inspire you, healing along the way. and through it all, never stop choosing kindness

In the stillness, life drifts forward. The skyline waits across the water, steady and unshaken, the world carries on even when our hearts caught in a pause. As he moves gently through the bay, tracing ripples that widen and fade, time does not stop—it stretches, softens, and keeps flowing. I watch, I breathe, and though the horizon feels distant, tomorrow always arrives. I still choose to…

In the court of squares where minds collide,Each piece with purpose, none to hide.The pawns advance, the bishops slide,While castles hold their royal pride. The Knight may dance with flair and bend,But even kings must meet their end.For showy starts and bold pretense—Are crushed by moves that make real sense. Now enters one, all bluster, loud,With golden crown he forged from cloud.He thumps his…