Kokak Everywhere

Ask me anything   It takes more than just speaking up to be heard, felt and understood. My wild imaginations and contained emotions demands to be expressed, written and to be known. Thus, this blog is born. From the time of it's creation, as an avenue of feelings and thoughts, I never cease to give space for myself, to exalt my ideas, to scowl my contempt and express my emotions. This blog provides a room where everything unspoken is published and lettered. ~Arn Yamomo~

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    “In a tired time, with the light outside drifting away for another day and the lights inside flickering as they come to life, I cup my hands together and prepare to give thanks … to the life of a day given to me. A day shared with past and present, living and dying, of body and not, and a realization that in everything that is, there is something that was.”

    “In a tired time, with the light outside drifting away for another day and the lights inside flickering as they come to life, I cup my hands together and prepare to give thanks … to the life of a day given to me. A day shared with past and present, living and dying, of body and not, and a realization that in everything that is, there is something that was.”

    — 3 months ago
    bata pa kaayo ko diri karon murag tigulang na gamay. maka mingaw sad ang Doña Annie St., labi na kay mao ni akong gina luto nga pagkaon karon. makabalik pa kaha ko aning lugara ni? mao ni usa sa mga nangaging panahon nga dili nako makalimtan. :)

    bata pa kaayo ko diri karon murag tigulang na gamay. maka mingaw sad ang Doña Annie St., labi na kay mao ni akong gina luto nga pagkaon karon. makabalik pa kaha ko aning lugara ni? mao ni usa sa mga nangaging panahon nga dili nako makalimtan. :)

    — 4 months ago
    Where do broken hearts go,Can they find their way homeBack to the open arms Of a love that’s waiting thereAnd if somebody loves youWon’t they always love youI look in your eyesAnd I know that you still care, for me…

    Where do broken hearts go,
    Can they find their way home
    Back to the open arms 
    Of a love that’s waiting there
    And if somebody loves you
    Won’t they always love you
    I look in your eyes
    And I know that you still care, for me…

    — 5 months ago

    Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.  (Photos Taken in Al Khobar Corniche, Saudi Arabia 2013)

    — 6 months ago
    Forget the days of troubles and remember the days of blessings. #TGIF

    Forget the days of troubles and remember the days of blessings.

    — 6 months ago

    Roar!! Lovin’ this Sam and Alex’s cover. 

    — 6 months ago
    There’s something about having an ID that just makes you feel so official…:) oh so swweeettt..

    There’s something about having an ID that just makes you feel so official…:) oh so swweeettt..

    — 7 months ago with 1 note
    Bagong Simula.  Tatagal Kaya?

    Bagong Simula.  Tatagal Kaya?

    — 7 months ago

    Gettin’ into sports lately.

    — 8 months ago
    Ramadan Kareem! 

    Ramadan Kareem! 

    — 9 months ago
    Just my Two Halala.

    No one listens to the ordinary tax paying folk on issues of illegal squatters and their feeling of FREE entitlement for just existing and breeding.
    Responsible parenting and responsible waste disposal, does not cost one centavo. but in the usual fashion, illegal squatters would rather be a burden to everyone else and say it is SOMEONE ELSE’S RESPONSIBILITY.
    The word “informal settlers” is only a word used to be politically correct for those seeking their votes.

    — 9 months ago
    putting everything aside and simply being strong. #Alive #Blessed#Thankful #LifeofArn

    putting everything aside and simply being strong. #Alive #Blessed#Thankful #LifeofArn

    — 9 months ago