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Happy Valentine’s Day!

It’s Valentine’s day and I’m cutting my annual tradition of emo shitty posts on the day of hearts. For the first time, my V-day has been without drama so far and only love, love, love from my friends. Being single isn’t really bad at all (I’m a changed man! LOL)

Also, I want to show to you our Valentine’s feature at Moonleaf! So what if nobody’s there, right huh? This video is a proud production of our Design Team at DGNTY! Congratulations, team!

And for added V-day sizzle schmizzle, introducing internet star Sebastian Castro‘s ultra hot music video!!! BEWARE: if you’re busy don’t watch it now. It’ll keep you peeled to the screen like a… I don’t really wanna say anymore HAHAHAHA.

Gad, summer is indeed here. Hahahahaha. Get a hint, guys!

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Just got back at the office, and it’s back to work bitches. I really had fun with our company Singles’ brunch. Though technically, Nica’s no longer single hihihi. Don’t ask me, ask her :P

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Love is in the air. Pull the joker card.

Hey everyone! Watch out for my new blog — blog.jonverdavid.com! See you there soon!

Current mood: William Fitzsimmons


And there are, and will be, moments in life that we will have to say, no matter how we don’t want to, these words by Mr. Fitzsimmons (hey I like how his surname sound). I won’t go there though. I guess a couple of blog posts about him is enough. I was hurt, but it’s not that I am not ready for a no. What hurt is how his message came to me. I think nobody deserves that, and for that… I think, this is goodbye… even though I don’t want to.

I think I gave him way too much credit. But hurting me that way proved to me that I’m better off just friends with you… if he talks to me ever again, that is. For now, this is goodbye.

And I cry myself to sleep
And you thought I was happy
I was lonely
Had nowhere to go

Per as it was

And just like in a movie, time stopped when we talked. And when the bomb was dropped, everything resumed per as it was.

Except for me. I was once again infiltrated by the shrapnels I can never avoid, I can never miss. I wish though time would stop for me even without you as a medium. To lend me some time to recuperate a bit.

So that I, too, can be per as it was.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot

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The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. As if it’s a reminder of a good day, a good time, a good friendship. It may rain, it may not be there at times. But the sun will shine, and there, like a good friend waiting for you long gone. Still nothing has changed.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. Where we put our sunnies on, and almost like an instagram photo, no matter how grainy from the strained eyes, contacts on for more than a day, tired from almost not sleeping in the moving car, instead of catching up some z’s, we were singing along almost every song on the radio, you and me. Like a photo on filter, it’s always a good one.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. A hundred miles away from the city, a whim to take us there, a couple of friends more, and we’re a party. Like nothing matters but now. All our cares are thrown in the trunk, windows down, feel the wind in your face. Make funny jokes, play a roadtrip game, speed up in the freeway. Nothing can stop us.

The clouds that we love will always be in that same spot. It may take weeks, months, or even years before we go back. But like everything else, distance makes the heart grow fonder. For now, those clouds that we love which will always be in that same spot has to wait…

And make other people happy as it did for us.

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I’d sing you a thousand songs

If I could play a guitar and sing you a song, I’d pick on up and sing you a thousand songs. Somewhere really offbeat; unplugged guitar, me and you, and maybe some of that special pasta you make; I’ll sing to you. Songs that remind me of you, that remind me why these feelings for you won’t ever go away. Songs that melt my heart hoping to make yours do too. I’d say under the stars, but maybe that’s too cheesy, it really doesn’t matter. I just need you to be there to listen to a romantic’s way of telling he loves you.

Strumming, plucking, with callous fingers; reaching notes no matter how high, to the top of my lungs, even if I grasp for air, just for you, just to tell you how much I love you. I’d sing you songs everyday, I’d sing from my heart, I’d sing you my love.

But now, my voice is raspy with all the smoke I burn it with. And my fingers can’t even make a decent score out of guitar hero. All I got are words to serenade you silently in its entirety.

I’d sing you a thousand loves songs in my head instead… or you could just look at my Twitter account.

Love you.

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Norwegian morning Wood

Pardon the title, hihi. But if you watched this film, I think you pretty much know it’s appropriate. Heh.


But I’ve been hearing a lot since Norwegian Wood was released last year. I purposely scheduled myself to watch it, but everytime I had a chance to, something would come up or I’d be diverted to another film (yes, friends, the pains of being a self-diagnosed ADHD kid.)

When finally I sat down to watch it, thanks to the single best gift of internet – torrent, I had to divide watching it into three nights. I deny that it was from boredom but I think it was because the storytelling was so intensely peaceful and chaotic all at the same time. I had become tired of feeling and thinking alternately and what had become of my consciousness is not a result of the slow pacing, others may have described boring, and what is to me carefully calculated filmmaking.

I have not watched much films to compare or to even prove that this film is good, but what I do know is that it speaks – one thing I always look for in a film. Not necessarily to relate but I need a film to speak – to me or for me – to be able to come across a barrier and finally inject – an inception – the idea, the story, the moral. Norwegian Wood in every touch point, for me, managed to speak to my soul, that thinking and feeling happen at the same time and renders one tired.

If it’s boredom, I think, I wouldn’t even have the slightest wakefulness to last this review.

Current mood: Aqualung


I can’t even start how this day (technically yesterday) was an emotional whirlwind for me, it was up then it was down, and it was up all over again… then down again. It feels like a yoyo, but what the hell. I was glad though a party of people was there to distract me. Spiraling downward is the last thing I need now but I am glad how this spiraling made me realize a lot of things.

I guess, we can’t choose from what and where we learn things.

Well, you really have to follow me @Jonver_David in Twitter to know these realizations, hehe. What a cheapskate’s try on luring you to follow me on Twitter! LOL!

One thing though, and drill this to your craniums:
You accept the love you think you deserve.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky ’99

And cue music. Then repeat.

…I’m yours and suddenly you’re mine
and it’s brighter than sunshine.

Current mood: Yellowcard

Very angsty teenager of me, but I feel like one tonight…
*neenooneenooneenoo*
I’m never the kind of teen who listened to Yellowcard then, so I do not know for the sake of my life why I am listening to them now, haha!
But then, again, the songs I listen lately speak for me now.

So I guess, there, my inner angsty punk is out in the open now.
*puts on eyeliner*

I want to remember you

You see, I was never the one to have good memories. And pictures of you aren’t enough for me to keep memories of you when there are so much about you that I wanted to never want to forget.

I want my eyes to remember every detail of your face, how you have that scar, or how your eyes twitch sometimes. I want my nose to remember your fragrant scent, and how come you don’t wear any perfume. I want my ears to remember your unusually small yet charming voice, especially when you sung to me that certain Christmas day. I want my lips to remember how soft yours were, and how they tasted after you just finished your cigarette. I want my fingers to remember every curve of your body, and how it was the only solace I have when I almost killed myself.

I want to remember you. But even if I want to, how can I bring it all back? How do I keep you in my mind when it won’t hold on? I’d like to remember these things for the rest of my life, ‘cause if there’s any memory I’d want to keep for myself for this moment, it’s all about you.

If it’s the only thing I’d do, I want to remember you.

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Multiverse Causality

I was reading this and I was reversing each and every action I did and was rethinking each and every reaction you gave.

And I suddenly thought… I overthink. I don’t want another parallel universe for you to love me and me to love you. If you love me here and now, if I love you here and now, screw how many universes even exist.

I love you. And that’s all that matters.

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What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

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