The Void

The void is not visible inside you.

You can’t see it; rather, you just feel it.


A personal excerpt on hate

Beggar with a Staff in His Right Hand by Goya

I hate looking at beggars, I hate the sight of them… I can never fully understand why I have more while they have none. 

I have more while they can’t even have the most basic of necessities.

And just like that, it all goes back 

to self-loathing:

I hate beggars.

And I hate myself.


Notes cover the

distance between

my playlist

and my ears.

Notes held my ultimate

license to



Hear her out!


My new motto :-)


The joy of writing.
The power of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.

By Wislawa Szymborska


Hyperbole in the Window


The writings in a window. The university is a place for creatives, for hyperactive students, whose mind bleed with so much words that they couldn’t spare the dusty window.


Mangled… mangroves

These are natural buffers against strong waves (and yes, soil erosion).

Can’t get enough? Here’s more:

Those were taken while on boat. 🙂

But wait, there’s more…

Okay, okay… enough is enough.

For the curious, these photos are taken through camera-phones and a digital camera.