College dream

It was a dream for my 18 year old self to write songs and make an album.  For my 18th birthday,  I asked my mama to buy me a ukulele. It was a cheap ukulele from Bohol and through that I learned my first chords.  The first song I learned to play was called If my … Continue reading College dream



It's an after-meeting-break o'clock. Sit. We found a quiet spot. Everyone and everything, they all fade to your radiance. I hope to sit and talk for hours when I don't need to mind staying here with you even if the sun is up.