Sleep Well

Albeit the crazy first week at work, I'm glad I was able to pull it through. I just cant stop and think about how life can sometimes be so kind and cruel. Blessings keep on pouring, God being always and forever good. But things happen, and when they do, we cannot turn back time. I guess that's the way things work.

You find your place on earth and once you're comfortable with where you are and who you are with, you are suddenly given the sweetest reward, the soulful escape, the bitter death.

Francis M., the live tribute we did in Eat Bulaga, the long hours of waiting, the sleepless nights turned gruesome mornings, are all for you. Too bad I was not able to work with you or meet you.

You're in our Master's arms now, my Master Rapper. Sleep well, in eternal peace.

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