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Conversion (Doing good to change the world)

I’ve been in an endless journey across the universe meeting people as countless as the stars with different attitudes and perceptions in life. Like the stars,  some will explode, turn into a black hole, and tries to drag you with them to their miserable life; while others who already reached their goal and dream will stay in the clear night sky shining like a diamond and give people a very magnificent view. Both are stars, but right or wrong, have a very strong force of influence to people around them.

Imagine how one star(right or wrong) can convert how people in this world see reality. Imagine how one star can change a certain norm in a big or small community.

Life is sometimes just a simple true or false for me, where there are only two choices, one is correct, and one is wrong. The answer of an individual to that “True or False” question in life doesn’t and shall not depend on others, but shall only depend on his own perspective and conscience. But still, some people still answer the question incorrectly; maybe because they’ve been dragged by a black hole, or they were the black hole from the start.

As a part of my blog about good things, I want to share this  poem entitled “Imagine” made by me when I was still in high school. It’s about imagining what our world could be if positive auras fill our world.


What if nobody was abandoned?
And what if the knowledge was absorbed?
We could live without remorse,
We could love with the feelings expose.

If everyone tried and nobody cried,
If everyone who denied swallows their pride,
If nobody lied and we’re all glorified,
Then, we’ll be tied up and satisfied.

Look at the world where we live in,
most of us live with a sinister skin.
But there will be light, it will gleam.
In the stray of hope, we’ll work as a team.

What If everyone loved their adversary?
Then, we’ll live altogether so happily.
What If they were united like you and me?
Then, Imagine what our world could be.

Let’s all do good. Let’s all be one of the good stars. Together with them, let’s unite and create one big good constellation  and make a fascinating view at the universe per se.


The old but funny “Buti Pa” jokes

I was searching the internet about Tagalog poems then I found this “Buti Pa” poem that made me stop and read it. At first, I thought that this poem is a serious one saying “Buti pa siya ganito. Buti pa siya ganyan” in a dramatic way. Guess what? The poem per se is a total joke which makes a comparison between love and an object.

The poem says:

Mabuti pa ang kalendaryo, may date.
Mabuti pa ang school, may chemistry.
Buti pa ang chemistry, may lab.
Buti pa ang fireworks, may spark.

Buti pa ang test paper, sinasagot.

Mabuti pa ang math problem, pinag iispan.
Buti pa ang bees, may honey.
Buti pa ang farm, may chicks.

Buti pa ang halaman, may nag aalaga.

Mabuti pa ang bulaklak, blooming.
Buti pa ang salamin, minamasdan.
Buti pa ang lungs, malapit sa puso.

Buti pa ang nawawalang gamit, hinahanap-hanap.

Mabuti pa ang kotse, mahal.
Buti pa ang unan, yakap mo sa gabi.
Buti pa ang assignment, inuuwi.

Buti pa ang keyboard, may type.
Buti pa ang film, nadedevelop.
Buti pa ang galosina, nagmamahal.

Mabuti pa ang telepono, hine-hello.

Buti pa ang basketball, may ring.
Buti pa ang soccer, may goal.
Buti pa si Michael Jackson, may moves.
Buti pa si Kobe Bryant, nakakascore.

Mabuti pa ang probability, may chance.
Buti pa ang hersheys, may kisses.
Buti pa ang hininga, hinahabol.
Buti pa ang tindera, nagpapatawad.

Mabuti pa ang pera, iniingatan.
Buti pa ang report, may objective.
Buti pa ang patay, dinadalaw.
Buti pa ang nakakulong, binabantayan.

Buti pa ang radyo, pinapakinggan.

Mabuti pa ang poste, steady.
Buti pa ang araw at buwan, consistent.
Buti pa ang Rosary, may mystery.

Buti pa ang bagoong at kare-kare, pinagsasama
Buti pa ang sapatos, may kapares.

Mabuti pa ang stationary, personal.
Buti pa ang sandwich, may fillings.
Dahil ako, parang notebook; filler lang.

I didn’t write the poem. Credits to for sharing this.


When love strikes a writer

Reminiscing those high school days of mine, and I still can’t believe that I was a “real kiddo” back then writing poems for every heart break I experience. It’s just too funny reading the poems I made about love and realizing that I even had the guts to create an account at to publish my poems.

I somehow find myself immature in a way, but still a thumbs up to me for getting some compliments from a lawyer from India.

Love itself makes us productive, doesn’t it?

You can read my “immature-love-poems-for-immature-people-crying-because-of-a-girl” poems by clicking the link below:

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