Star Wars 3.5

What is so great about all Star Wars movies is that they always have that amazing twists in every plot and always have deep and meaningful lessons.

Rouge 1, I think, is the thin line that links the story of Star Wars 3 : Revenge of the Sith and Star Wars 4 : A New Hope.

May the force be with us.

The Allusion of the Songs I Write

P.s. Every year on this day (Rizal day), I always post something about patriotism. Well, aside from the fact that it is the Philippines' National Hero's day, but also because I look up to Jose Rizal since I learned about him in our history class when I was in grade school.

But this post is somehow different from the previous years because this post is about a love untold. I'm posting it today because once in our lifetime, we encounter someone whom we took for granted and later realize that he was once became a hero... once upon a time in our own life.

This is a post about an untold love... for I believe that heroes are brave because they LOVE... Heroes sacrifice because of LOVE...
Heroes became heroes because of LOVE.


Ambiguous...
Blurry...
Half fiction...
Half fact...

For it is in the art of allusion that I could express all the suppressed feelings I have for you.

From the 3 am blogging up to Paul and John comparing.
From holding hands up to parting.
From Anakin up to Don McLean.
From Across the universe up to Imagine.

It was never my intention to hurt you nor to ignore your feelings towards me. I was just a coward girl. Too coward to love you because I believed in what others told me that in loving a person, it is inevitable even in the midst of innocence, to hurt them.
And because loving can hurt...
I thought I can save you from that pain by suppressing my feelings towards you.
I didn't love you back because I was scared I might hurt you, I was scared to hurt you because I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose you because... I LOVE YOU.

So forgive me if I loved you that much that I'd rather deny this feelings...

But believe me... I suffered more than you'll ever know for not letting you know that I loved you too.

Forgive me for turning my back to you twice...

And all I can do now is ask "what if ".
Love you secretly for we can never be... now.

I know you're Happy...
I hope you're Happy...

Til then... you will always be... My music...
My playlist...
My John Lennon...
My Dawson...
My Jedi...
My lullaby...
My old school...
My rock and roll...
My Beatles...
My Strepsils...
My a Walk to Remember...
My own Back to December...
My hardest fight...
The allusion of the songs I write.

Christmas Anthem of the Braves

It is brave to admit your faults but I believe that it is braver to forgive. And it is the bravest to forgive someone who never even asked for forgiveness.

Grudge can only consume the heart, and the heart that holds it will always lose. Like a curve blade you hold pointing at your enemy.

So this holiday season, I wish everyone to be brave enough to forgive and share kindness. After all, no one is faultless not to need forgiveness as well.

Let us free ourselves from grudges and hatred and let love reign in our hearts and bring forth kindness in every corners of the world.

Have a wonderful Christmas and a blessed New year!!!


With overflowing love,
Odessa 💝🎁🎄

Amidst the friction and chaos all around me, am still thankful for all the blessings.

Back to back to back.

To God be the glory!

#winner
#firstPrize
#SantaMe2016

Second Direction (Part 2: Back to Back)

...and yes, we're back to back.

To God be the glory.

#FirstPrize

Second Direction : Break a Leg

This year, it is my second time to (again) direct, write the script (including the music and lyrics) of another musical Christmas play.

I'm hopeful this year that, again, this musical play will bag another award.
Actually, I'm hoping for a back to back prize.

So much for my hopes, but yes, I could still remember how hard it was for me last year to convince the producers to support my play, because the truth is, no one believed in me last year. Not a single soul aside from mine. I've got a lot of discouragements and criticisms from everyone telling me that I will never gonna make it. But I strived. Making the lowest possible budget for the play. And when finally I've got a 98% score from the judges, that's when everyone seemed to be supporting me all the way. Not that I'm holding grudges, I'm just saying it as a matter of fact.

Anyway, as pressure starts to sprout inside me, I just would like to thank everyone who supported me... thank you for your contribution to my confidence. And to those who did not believe in me, those who discouraged and criticized me, thank you also because you made me stronger.

So to wrap up this holiday season, I wish everyone a blessed Christmas.

Thoughts in the Shower

There's no religion nor race greater than HUMANITY for it takes compassion and kindness to be human.

I say COMPASSION and KINDNESS...

Yes, compassion and kindness and NOT LOVE.

I don't want to question the depth and entity of love per se, but that same love that ignites the flame in your heart is also the same flame that brings smoke into your eyes that makes your way blurry.

For in a battle, there is no right nor wrong, just two opposite sides that both love the people behind them, hence, they fight those who are in front of them.

Most of the time... that love that teaches us to love each other is the same love that teaches us to fight for love. Ironic isn't it?

And most of the time, it is NOT hatred that causes war... but TOO much love.


The ironies of Love and it's imperfections... enlighten me if you can.

Under - Stand

Never confuse bravery from closed - mindedness and pride and neither confuse cowardice from compromise.

More often, a closed - minded person thinks he is brave enough to stand up for what he believes, but actually, it is NOT about what he BELIEVES but rather it's about WHAT HE WANTS. He thinks he is brave enough not to compromise nor bend but the truth is, he is just too scared to lose his pride. Therefore, he is the real coward.

On the other hand, a wise person knows how to understand every angle of the situation. He understands things even though he doesn't agree with it. A wise person knows how to compromise for he knows that BEING BRAVE MEANS YOU'RE NOT SCARED OF COMPROMISING, BEING BRAVE MEANS YOU'RE NOT SCARED TO FORGIVE, TO LOVE, TO ENDURE.

A WISE PERSON KNOWS THAT BRAVERY NEVER COMES WITH PRIDE FOR THEY ARE TWO DIFFERENT WORDS.

So next time you act with pride, think again... you're not as brave as you think and neither there is WISDOM in you.

...and yes, I always believe that it is wise and brave to always act with kindness.

P. S. Never teach your children to hold grudges and pride in their hearts, for if you do... you're stealing from them real happiness and treasure.

Macchiatto

For in getting what I want, I'm also giving someone what he needs.

It's always a pleasure to have a drink that satisfy your taste and at the same time your soul, knowing that each cup gives hope to someone in need.


I'm happy that each year I am able to contribute something to those organizations that this planner is giving in to.

...for it is a pledge of mine that I will never stop supporting Charities, even in my own very little way.

POspOrO

For blue is the color of "what if".

"What if" is a very strong phrase that I don't believe into.
For it is just a state of mind that tries to create chaos in the present life of an individual. Don't get me wrong, I've got "what if's" too, I just don't entertain it.

If you dig a little deeper on every "what if's" in life, you'll realize that it is just an irony of everything you have at the moment, every decisions you have made, every chances you have taken...
Because if you think about it, if you go with your "what if" today, sooner or later you'll be asking yourself again that same question that made you take that risk of the first "what if".
You'll be asking yourself "what if I stayed" or "what if I didn't take that chance".
You see, in every angle there will always be what if's. Whether you take that risk or not, you will always find "what if" in every given situation.

That is the reason why I don't believe in what if's.
But I do believe that we should take risks ONLY IF the risk is worth taking.

And I believe in embracing the present, the moment you have right now.
Because where you are right now was just a part of your decisions before that you wouldn't have done if you don't think it's right.
Where you are right now is just the out come of the risks you have taken before that you wouldn't have taken if you think it didn't worth it - right?

So embrace the beauty of the present situation.
Embrace it like you will never be here again.
And never let "what if" ruin the beauty of what you have at the moment.

Respectation (Part 2: Jurisdiction)

You can't judge a book by it's cover, so they say.
But I say, you can't judge a book in any other way because people have different points of view. A good book to you might not be that good for me.

The same as to people.
Don't force someone to hate someone you don't like neither I can force you to like someone I like.
We treat people in different ways.
We treat our friends differently as well as those we just knew casually.
And we can be friends but not all of my friends are your friends and neither yours mine.
Because in a war both sides are right. They just have different point of views.

Remember, people fight not because they hate the people in front of them but because they love the people behind them.

Carl's

(Photo by:Rob Thomas)


Is beauty fearsome?...

Then why fear the fall when it looks like this?...

Fall is beautiful.

Respectation

Respect is NOT something you give because that person is respectable, it is the other way around.
The truth is... RESPECT is something you give to EVERYONE because you have it in you.

That is why if you have respect to your own self you wouldn't mind giving respect to others even to the ones who don't have it.

There's nothing to lose if you respect everyone including those who don't deserve it. It doesn't matter... give it as a gift that they may know what it's like to have respect.

Remember... those who don't respect other people are those who don't have respect to themselves... how can you give something you don't even have - right?!...

My AnAkin

In a room full of art, I found my eyes fixed at you.
In an illusion of you, you are so perfect... and I was so attracted that I found my heart attached to you.
In the reality, I saw your scars and Your imperfections made me love you more.
And you're that one mistake that I have to pay for the rest of my life.
And the only thing that's keeping me paying still is that tiny spark of hope that it was all a good riddance.

At the Fallen Axis (Part 3 : Albert Einstein)

For he said - "Do not blame the gravity for falling in love"
And neither you said that you'll catch a falling star
When autumn comes everything falls from up above
So you can't blame me either for falling apart.

Picture the sunset in a yellow orange hue
Cradling your eyes until the stars shine through
Sky turning black and yours turning blue
In a tale of autumn that speaks of you.

Beautiful feathers until they're all gone
Falling like a fallen angel kissed by the sun
Descending like the sunset so divine
The art of falling described by Einstein.

And I can't blame the gravity, can I?
Neither can I blame the heart that's on fire
Blowing the smoke into the eyes
For by his theory, you too will fall like I.

A friend of mine recently broke up with her boyfriend, and though I cannot consider their story as a real tearjerker, not to mention it only lasted for about 3 weeks, I was moved by the last words that she uttered to him before he left. She said -"sa lahat ng mga gumugulo sa isip mo, AKO pa talaga ang pinili mong i-give up!" (Out of all the things that's confusing you now, you chose to give up on me).
So this song that I recently wrote was actually inspired by her last words and how it all ended.

* Gabriel *

Could have been a sweet September
But you left me hanging with the shivers
Could have been a lovely October
But all that is left is the word "over"

I could still remember your voice
The words that made my heart sore
When you said you didn't have a choice
That you can no longer give more
Out of all the confusions that confused you
You didn't even look beyond A to Z
You did not even close your eyes, did you?
When you chose to give up on me.

Could have been a beautiful autumn
But I've fallen and stayed on the ground
Could have been orange red and auburn
But the season is dark and gray- bound

At The Fallen Axis (Part 2 : The Prose of Autumn)

If I'm building a bridge, it's because I want our souls to meet.
I'll make my own chances and I'll take it with all the risks.
For if our love is a parallel, I'll bend myself to curve just to meet your path.
For I will love you till your cup runs over.
Overflowing till you're drowning but I will keep your head above the waters.
I'll give you my breath for you always take it anyway.

DASH (Anthem For The 32nd)

We didn't make it to heaven
For the angels would be jealous
For they are perfect, bright and even
And all we have are beautiful scars and callous.

No, we didn't make it to heaven
For we've got broken hearts to prove
And angels - they don't need improvement
They just adore their every move.

And though we didn't make it in heaven
We turn ugly mistakes into a beautiful masterpiece
We fall more than seven times and seven
But we still walk with the burdens on our shoulders and make it look like a pair of wings.

We can never make it to heaven
For we are dark outside and darker inside
Only our hearts own a light piercing through breathing
And only love could cure our sights.

And we will never make it to heaven
For we fall and let things go that easy
We miss but never want it in the end
For there's something so beautiful in autumn that only humans can see.

Humans are never meant in heaven
For ours is a tragic story only beautifully crafted
And scars are like tattoos that has deeper meanings
Some are even left untold after we departed.

And we were not made for heaven
For we choose to walk on earth
Dirty feet and chasing haven
Doomed from birth.

Our lives are not meant in heaven
For we go where angels dare not fly
They eternally exist while we just continue living
Holding the moment soon will pass by.

And I didn't make it to heaven
But I will make sure that every scars will look beautiful
For I will leave it blank and hanging...
For...

Fairies of the Linux

It could have been a perfect crime
But I refused to be a perfect victim
But then justice is blind
The lies began to look like the truth as it seems.

Sweet words from the mouth of the criminal
While angst came from mine
How can I utter sweet words when I'm the one who have been aggravated
And your words are poison lurking in a glass of wine.

But I will refuse to be the perfect victim of injustice
I will stand up tall in spite of a losing battle
A war inside covered by a wall of peace
But I'll be guarding my ground with a sword underneath my girdle.

P.s.
You can look me straight to the eyes NOT because you're sincere...
BUT because you're EXPERT in lying.

Your Life is A Playlist

A friend of mine tagged me on a post regarding what album made a lasting impression on you. The artist and the album that greatly influenced you and cultivated the person you are today. But only 1 album per artist.
So it's kinda' hard since most of my favorite artists got a lot of great albums as well.
So here's my lists and the reason why they're on it.

1.The Beatles : Rubber Soul

At the early age of four I was already a fan of the Beatles. My dad would usually play their songs every morning before he goes to work, and I would just sit on our couch and listen to it and get mesmerized on how good they were. John Lennon was my greatest music hero. The first time I heard their song "Fool on a Hill", I was so stunned of how deep the song was and I was inspired to write my first song at the age of four (and yes nobody knows about it, not until now). I started playing the guitar by the age of 9 because of the Beatles. The first song I've learned to play with my guitar was "Let It Be". Everything about music in my life started with the Beatles. From writing songs to playing the guitar, to my views in life and how to live it... I guess I've said enough of the Beatles. So they deserve to be on top of my list.

2. John Denver: Greatest Hits
3. Bread: Greatest Hits

I was a country music lover until "teenage angst brigade" started to hit me. The reason why I dumped playing the piano and started with guitar. Oh! yes, I remember how I begged my dad to buy me a guitar when I was in 4th grade and trying my best to reason out why I can't play the piano. It's just not my thing. And when I finally got my guitar on my 9th birthday, I think that was the coolest thing that I've got from my dad. I can't thank him enough for supporting my passion.

4. The Eagles : Greatest Hits

By the time I got so mesmerized by the intro of "Hotel California", I can already guess the chords of songs by just listening to it. The Eagles, for me, is a transition from my love to country music to finally falling to rock genre.

5. Matchbox 20 : Mad Season
6. Greenday : Nimrod

Highschool years was when alternative / rock music was budding every where. The genre of my generation. Though pop music was also popular back then and boybands were also topping the music charts, that "teenage angst" as what I call it, started kicking in and my rebel side was diverting my attention from my studies to my one-man band. I would cut classes and hang out somewhere to play music. Yes, my rebel side.

7. Linkin Park : Hybrid Theory

"Just one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break" the anthem of my senior year.
Senior year. Everybody was busy applying for college while I was still undecided of what to do. I no longer wanted to go to college at that time. All I wanted to be was to become a rock star. But I don't know where to start and my dad was already mad at me for not taking my college applications seriously. "But in the end it doesn't even matter". I was forced to enter in to pre-Med school.

8. Coldplay :A Rush of Blood to the Head

"Truth hurts" is the phrase to describe their music. That melancholic sound and deep lyrics that soothes your mood. College then, was turning into a nightmare and music was the sole shadow that comforts me. Dark but comforting enough to know that you are not alone even though you are really alone.


9. Jars of Clay : Much Afraid
10. Switchfoot : The Beautiful Let Down
For my ups and downs, their songs are my safe haven. Like a salvation or a redeeming songs from all of my mistakes. Dark and enlightening all at the same time.

the Art of Poignancy

Here is a poignant truth... 

Some lyrics, even though how beautiful each and every line, are not meant to become a SONG.

 
Because they are meant to be just a POETRY.

Beautiful lyrics without a tune. 

It's not that a melody might ruin it, it is just that, sometimes, the words are so beautiful enough that it no longer needs another half... it is whole by itself.

Like a Beautiful Lyrics that no longer needs a Melody. It is perfect on its own... Just a POETRY.  

And yes, the last post was not meant to become a song, NOT because it is beautiful enough...

...it just lack an inspiration.

At the Fallen Axis

There's something so beautiful that could only be found in a process where pain is an active ingredient. Like that strings on your guitar when you stretch it from pole to pole and tighten it to bring out the RIGHT tune and create that harmony called music.

And yes, I drew a line on every angle of my heart and "crossed my heart and hoped to die" never to cross it. And I would say, yes, there were times when I almost got into the borderline but that was all the risk that I could do... to stand on the borderline, on the verge of stepping outside but never really made it.

It is one thing to be scared of and another thing to be rational and logical. When you try to stop yourself from doing something you think is wrong is NOT an act of cowardice but just rational and logical.

And not because you finally jumped across that line means you lose your fear... FEAR can NEVER be LOST it CAN ONLY BE OVERCOME.

And the sad thing about overcoming fears is that sometimes it is not courage that we found, we just became forgetful of the consequences after.

So when is the risk worth taking?

Cause I will cross that line and jump on the verge for you if I know you will catch me... or if you haven't landed there yet, then maybe we could jump together and land with me on the ground unbroken, and if we ever be broken upon landing, then collect the broken pieces with me, and if the broken pieces cut our hands, then let's hold each other's hands until our wounds heal, and if scars be there, I swear, I would rather see your scars even if all in the world is perfect.

But like the sun that shines... yeah, I am YELLOW.

So I'll just be GREEN with envy to the one who is not scared to hold you.

Harley Quinn

That emptiness inside is where the story begins.
Like that hollowness inside the guitar... that same place where music is processed, and where the strings find their purpose.

And I cannot blame you for falling so badly, truly, madly, deeply in love. It is not my place to judge your weakness for I was never aware of the strength that it gives you. My feet does not fit in your shoes, hence, I don't know what you're going through, all I know is that... the hell! to whoever judges you.

Building smiles out of frowning faces, building strength out of weaknesses, building walls out of fallen debris.
What was your mistake?
If falling is wrong, then curse be to everyone... for who hasn't fallen yet... ever?

And which one is harder... to live for love or to die for it?
To breath each moment of pain or to die and end it all in vain?

You who know how to take the risk should have earned a spot in the universe of vast forgotten.

And because of enlightenment, I wrote this post for you.

Bright Morning /Dark Evening

Righteous is different from good.

Righteous is a man of virtues
While good man is inspired.

Righteous is a man who live by the rules implemented by religion
While good man lives by his own conscience.

A Righteous man lives by his reputation
While a good man lives by his own integrity.

And there's a big difference between reputation and integrity.
Reputation is an opinion
While integrity is what you are.

So never define a man's heart by his acts of righteousness (he might just doing it for his reputation).

A man's heart is defined by his good means.

Brisbane

Take me back to Brisbane
Where once this young heart fell
Let the Brisbane waters take away this pain
Breath again the love's conquering spell.

Take me home to Brisbane
Where my story was once told
Beautiful pain all over again
Sweet music to my soul growing old

Take me back home to Brisbane
Drown my pain with strong coffee
My beautiful, beautiful Brisbane
My heart belongs to thee.

WeAk

You think I'm weak...
I think you're wrong.

Its not that I'm too weak to fight for what I want, it's just that I know that it's wrong to fight for it.

Let alone those people who use "YOLO (You only live once)" as an excuse for themselves to do something wrong.

I'm not weak to fight, it's just that I'm in a wrong battle and I cannot stand to stand up for something wrong.

I'm strong enough to bend even to break for what I believe is right and for doing what is right.


And it is not an act of weakness nor cowardice to bleed, to bend, to break or even to turn your back when you're on the verge of doing something not just stupid but definitely wrong.

I believe in YOLO but I also believe that when you're in dilemma of choosing between what makes you happy and what is right, choose what is Right... for you will never be genuinely happy when you're not in peace. When you know that at the back of your mind, your happiness caused someone else's pain.


...when you love wrong, it doesn't mean that love is gone. For no one wrote this book of love that we always knew. But even though love is real, if it's wrong, then for Christ's sake! stop it. Loving is not owning. Don't be so selfish to covet someone else's love just to be happy. Your love does not become less when you don't own it, and neither it is greater when you have it.

P.s. Never use YOLO to justify your wrong actions.
I do believe that we only live once and that we learn from our mistakes, but I also believe that we should learn from other's mistakes as well.
We are NOT meant to live to make all the mistakes this world has to offer just to learn, because if we do, our lifetime won't be enough to make all those mistakes and we'll just die without doing anything right. And that is sad.
You only live once, but if you live it right, then once is enough.

Lyrics of an unfinished song I'm still writing...
Trying... but still undone.

You've fallen asleep
while I'm falling apart
Let me land in your arms
Let me stay in your heart

This road we've taken
If it's a dead end let's still try
Who knows we might come out alive
And if not, at least we're together.

Manila Sky

Do you remember underneath Manila sky,
We held each other's hand as we watch the sun goes by,
I'm hearing your heartbeat so fast - or was it mine?
Yellow - orange sky turned black in time.

Every time you're scared, we entwine our fingers.
Count one to three before we jump on the edge while fear lingers.
We'd laugh as if we just made it to fear factor,
Underneath Manila sky, mixing yellow - orange flavor.

Underneath Manila sky, I felt your fingers slipping.
You walked out of the scene even before the moon starts beaming,
I jump alone on that creek without you, am fallen badly to you.
Now I'm drowning in these oceans of emotions so blue.

Underneath yellow - orange Manila sky...
Turning black, my Manila sky.

Poor and Beautiful

 

Would you exchange seats with me, you poor and beautiful.
It's cold and raining outside
But you look at the window and see the view so beautiful.
This life is not perfect.
This world is not perfect.
You are poor but damn so beautiful.
And if only the world knew what real riches are,
Then you won't be poor - but only so damn beautiful.
But even red and green becomes black and white in the eyes of the beholder.
In this world where gray is not just in between but everywhere,
Then fill my world with colours
Only you could paint.
For you are a portrait of a thousand sunsets on a dirty canvas - poor and beautiful.
Mixed up to complete the puzzle,
Detached yourself and collide with me.
For destiny is different from love, but the conspiring universe bind them together... and it is you!
Let alone the deaf to hear for I would still hear your beating heart in the midst of silence and noise and whatever is in between.
Let alone the blind to see for I will still know you in the dark.
I'll sit with you and paint rainbows on a black night
That only you and I could see.
For if this world is rich then let them be.
Sail on yacht, build their universe.
We'll draw our galaxy on sands again and again, let alone the waves wash it over to the sea.
For I won't get tired creating dreams and make them all come true and make them all over again with you if ever they knock down.
For in our bruises and wounds,
I can see a light shining through.
Like rays of sun trying to break through the cuts of the clouds, it's a masterpiece that I'm mesmerized at.
For my eyes are all set before you and I can't take them off.
For poor me so damn in love to a beautiful YOU.

Bourne Again (The New WebB in David's Life)

The long wait is over. And yes, I have seen it already on it's premiere since I'm a huge fan since it came out way back 2002, finally He is back (YOU KNOW HIS NAME) and it looks like the webs in David's life is more complicated than not remembering it at all.
And the moves and the punches are so damn cool. I mean, he's the coolest CIA (Rouge) agent, (no offense to 007) but Bourne is damn cool.

Though it's kinda sad that Nicky died but then again, someone has to die - right?!

But as a Bourne fan, it feels good that Matt Damon is back (again, no offense to Jeremy ).

Let's admit it, Jason Bourne is Jason Bourne. Forget the LEGACY where he is not around.

All thumbs up for this movie.

Bourne is so damn cool!
(Did I say that already? Haha!!!)

The Sacrifice of Bing Bong

The night is young and blue
And I'm counting all the stars in heaven
But it took me endless nights...
And yes, I'm still counting.
And in my lone space
Dark and endless gray
Wishing you could sit beside me
Here in the dark till I find the bright side.

For in the innocence of trusting,
I've trusted enough to bleed.
For love is only for the strong.
Love is only for the brave.
Mixed with luck.
The lucky ones who were never really strong nor brave.
Like that Knight in shining armour
Who never had his metal tested...
The lucky ones... yes, the lucky ones.

And there are those who - for all the right things that they have done in their lives... never had that luck.
Those who dared to save souls even if it cost them their own souls.
Those who sacrificed for love
Just to be forgotten by that love.
That love that they had given their all is the same love that cannot remember their name.
Stolen... forgotten memory of great love.
Turned to ashes... to dusts.

No one remembers... not even love.

And tell me when it is right to hold on?
When it is right to let go?
For when I think of how to do it
I try to determine the situation...
If it's a rocky road I'm trudging or if it's a roller coaster I'm riding.
I mean, I guess, if love is trudging a rocky road, then I must hold on, for this journey might find a way to paradise... it is just for a while... so I'll keep on walking on that rocky road till I find my destination beyond that bend.

But if it's a roller coaster...
Would you rather end it?
If it will take you nowhere...
If it is just an endless circles of ups and downs and it will always end to where you have started.
But then again... sometimes, even if it's a roller coaster, we tend to hold on.
Even if it just goes back from where it all started...
Because once in a million of whiles... there is that someone who will give you that kind of ride and your world will just start and end and start again with that same person... but it always worth the ride...
Oh! Well, it's love after all.

When to hold on?
When to let go?
Like if it's a broken crayon, you could hold on to it for it still colour the same.
But if it's a broken mirror, sure it could still reflect your face but if you hold it, it will just cut you... wound you... BLEED!

But for all the reasons in the world, some still hold on to it with bleeding hands for who knows, that piece of broken mirror that hurts you would still be the same piece of broken mirror that is your only possession... the only thing to hold on to.
Your only treasure...
Tell me, how can you let it go?

For what is good for the shepherd might not be good for the flock.

And I'm still trudging this lone sad road.
Still don't have a clue if it's just a rocky road I'm passing by or is it a roller coaster ride that will end in the beginning?

And all I have is this small backpack where I carry almost... or maybe all of my life in it.
It's so small... it's priceless - cause it don't cost a thing.
So costless I could just leave it here.
But I can't.
Because it is all that I have.
Not much of a treasure but it's all I've got to offer...
To give... to YOU.
To sacrifice... for YOU.

AND IT'S CALLED LOVE.

Child's Eyes

This post was supposed to be a father's day post but my busy schedule did not allow me to blog on that day.

But I'm blogging it anyway...

So to the man we always look up to...
To our first hero even before Superman or Batman or ironman got into the picture and took over our childhood...

You will always be a hero in your child's eyes.

The Power to Control Your Power

I'm a fan of X-Men movies. I've seen all of them and even have my own DVD copy of their first trilogy and so with the Wolverine trilogy.

And I just recently watched the third part of the X-Men : First Class trilogy (which is the X-Men : Apocalypse) and more than just the awesome effects that, well, everybody is expecting, I would like to share the moral lesson that every X-Men movie has thought us, even from the beginning - and that is the difference between POWER AND CONTROL.

It was the same lesson from the very first X-Men movie up to this very recent one.

That power and control are two different thing. Some might think that Jean Grey is the underdog that is actually more powerful than Charles since she is the great Phoenix. But I always believed that Charles is the greater one.

For one reason - CONTROL.

If you are powerful and so powerful that you cannot control your power then you are not that powerful at all because your power controls you. But if you can control your power then that means you are more powerful than your own power. And that is what real power is... Control.

And great minds can control what the power of emotions can do. Emotions are powerful enough to destroy you. So to control your emotions is power beyond your power.

the Eagle and the Lark

He is an eagle who knows how to soar and you are just a lark who knows how to sing.

Leadership is tough.

And we (voters) don't buy such angelic face with a heart of a witch and a capability of a puppet.

#bbm4vp
#notoleni
#dayaangmatuwid
#bbm

Insights of the Daughter of the Brown Cardinal

Vote wisely.

Pero paano nga ba ito magagawa?

Sa pag boto, alamin mo ang kandidato sa sarili mo mismo. Hindi yung nuod lang ng nuod ng TV at puro social media lang ang papaniwalaan mo. Kase sa TV may bayad ang mga iyan, kaya malamang magaganda lang ang makikita mong ginagawa nila, kahit naman sino pag nasa harap ng camera akala mo lahat mabuti. Huwag din puro social media, kase yung iba dyan imbento lang.

Sa mga kabataan na tulad ko na hindi na din umabot sa Martial law. Kung gusto mo talaga mag siyasat sa mga nangyari noon, huwag ka sa TV o sa social media mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Mag tanong ka kay manong driver na medyo may edad na, yung umabot pa noong martial law, o kaya dun kay lola sa may tindahan na pinag bibilhan mo ng coke, para malaman mo ang totoong nangyari at dun mo malalaman kung bakit iba ang kwento nila sa mga napag-aralan natin sa libro. Bakit hindi tugma ang mga sinasabi nila sa ibinabalita at ipinapakita sa TV. Bakit sa bibig mismo nila nang gagaling na mas mapayapa pa ang bansa noong Martial law. Bakit mas maunlad noon kesa ngayon.

Ikaw mismo ang mag tanong at mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Huwag ka maniwala sa napapanuod mo sa TV dahil malamang bayad yan.

Huwag din basta maniwala sa social media agad dahil malay mo kamag-anak nila yan. Mas maniwala ka dun sa ordinaryong tao na mag sasabi sayo mismo ng karanasan nila. Yung alam mong hindi sila binayaran at hindi rin kamag-anak.

Ngayon naman sasabihin mo "change is coming"...

Sa totoo lang, kahit sino pa ang maging presidente natin kung sa araw-araw naman na ginawa ng Diyos eh gagawin mong park yung kalsada nyo, mag-lalakad ka kasama ng aso mo para doon mo ito padumihin, kahit sinong presidente hindi malilinis ang bansa natin. Ang pag babago nag sisimula dapat sa sarili.

Kung sa tuwing sasapit ang tag-ulan lagi mo nalang sasabihin "baha nanaman sa Espana", ang totoo, kahit ilang beses tayo mag-palit ng presidente, kung lahat naman ng dumadaan sa Espana ay mag tatapon ng balat ng candy o kaya ng plastic bottle sa mismong kalsada o kaya sa mga canal... walang sinong presidente ang makakapag- ahon ng Espana sa baha.

Ang pag babago ay nag sisimula hindi lang sa presidente, ito ay dapat mag simula sa lahat ng Filipino.

Gumising ka Juan Dela Cruz, huwag mong hintayin na lumabas muli ang katauhan ni Simoun kay Crisostomo Ibarra.

for it does not do well to dwell in the past.

a Cup of Coffee for Your Bitterness

 

Your tears glisten and laced with pain...
Growing weakness.
The crescent moon hangs in the past...
Paled with sickness.
Cold nights, too long, turned frost,
So hard to bear.
Love on that tower, alone and blue,
Frozen in despair.

The rain drums lightly on that crimson pane
Like a destiny written on a paper lined with pain
Distant dreams rise like incense in vain
Fluttering in the wind of change
Like a sweet dream turning savage
And melting into the night... like your image.


Chrysanthemums fall weeping to the ground without a soul,
Like traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll,
A heart so heavy even though it is so empty.
I found my heart in the dark streets of this cruel city.

My thoughts quietly rest as the north wind blows,
Your shadow so clear and close... like the dawn.
The only companion of my soul on that lake
Is a couple's reflection, but the other one is just a silhouette.

Breezes of the evening air.
Beauty entwined.
Scattered everywhere.

A fate so hard to swallow.
If only sadness do not cross rivers.
But like an autumn heart it will sink and shiver,
Drowning in longing...
You will not reach the other shore.

Hills and rivers echo the clamor of hooves,
My armor is shredded by the dividing hour of the bright sky, slowly turning dark.
Your sigh - soft as silk, weave a night of sorrow.
So fragile, so swift, like a spark.

Chrysanthemums sigh in the cool night air,
Traces of your smile on yellowing despair.
My heart is now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest.
The only companion of my soul on that lake is the shadow of the two of us.

The breathless whisper of a single verse,
As loneliness blossoms within my heart,
The shimmer of a single dream,
The memory of tenderness.
But the sting of love reignites my wounds,
In that moment when a single tear falls,
All hatred becomes a distant blur.
I can love you with all the I am,
But even this cannot return you to me.
From now on, I will live as a shadow,
Forever in the past.
Forever in the past.

For love is elusive if you search for it.
Fleeting if you capture it.

serious joke

OK... so how do I say this...
The name of our previous band was "end of summer" though it was not an official band, it was like a joke band but we talk about it in Facebook and the like... and all of a sudden they've changed their name in the alter of our band's name... how's that for an April fool's day?

Good Friday

"And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this" - Alanis Morissette




(Years ago I wrote a post about Judas Iscariot, about how hard it is to be the chosen one to betray the holy one of God, but he has to do it for the word of God must come to pass and he was stuck in that dilemma. And that if ever Judas will get to heaven, I won't be surprise... because who are we to judge his heart and his actions. No one wrote this book of life saying that Judas is condemned to hell. So anyway, this post is not about Judas but the man who washed his hands clean.)


When we talk about Pontius Pilate the governor who led Jesus to crucifixion, people would have that crinkled nose and eyes for - well, they love Jesus so much that they would blame anyone that could cause the hurt of Jesus.

Well, points and points of views I respect their opinion, I mean that point that Pilate could have done something to prevent the crucifixion because he has the power to do so, like he could have fought for our saviour, he should have had the guts to stand for what he believes and for what is the truth - that That was a righteous man - the Son of the living God.
Yes, he could have done a lot of things, by the power vested on him, yes.
And what's with that famous cliche - "for evil to triumph it is sufficient for good men to do nothing"... the exact thing that happened way back then. Poor Pilate in the eyes of everybody. As he washed his hands clean of all the mess.

But aren't we all the same like him? When we are the only one who is against the tide aren't we like him, washing our hands clean just in case the pointing finger is about to blame. So who are we to judge the governor when we are all the same like him, having a conscience kept inside a coward heart. Power vested on us but with a tied hands.

And points and points of views again, it was all in the will of God. Pilate shared his own bitter part in the history of Christianity whether he liked it or not. And like Judas, they did not want to become the villains but God gave that bitter cup to them... who are they to refuse?

So I won't be surprise either if Pilate goes to heaven like Judas for they had their share of painful sacrifice, condemned names from history until now and I guess another thousand years. Their names will continue to be names of villains. But they did not say "no" to God when they were given that bitter part that would make the prophesy a history.

So next time we point our finger to blame, think again, we might washed our hands clean but our heart, still... filthy.


Blessed Good Friday.

Gethsemane

"And if all the world is perfect I would only ever wanna see your scars, you know they can have their universe, we'll be in the dirt designing stars." - S G



They were one of the best bands back when I was still in high school. And I could still remember back then when my everyday playlists were Composed of their songs.
...and until now, I still listen to their sounds.

Their song "So Beautiful " remains to be my favorite up to now. It makes me believe in love in spite of bitterness, - "like a faith without a clause to believe in it."

Crisostomo

Art is the process of extracting the beauty out of imperfections.
And it takes an artist's eyes to see that art even in the ugly.
For he knows that it is a masterpiece to capture an art... through a glass.

P.s. I took these photos using just an Android phone. 😊 And all for the love of architecture and photography. ♥️

2262016

What we call routine is full of new proposals and opportunities.

Each day is always different from each other.

Today, in some place or another, a treasure awaits you, it may be a fleeting smile or a great victory - it doesn't matter. Life is made up of large and small miracles.

That is why the present is the most important time in our lives...

Because it isn't what you did in the past that will affect the present. It is what you do in the present that will redeem the past and thereby change the future.

Letters and Bars

Destiny is... about building a bridge of chance for the one you love.

But sometimes bridges burn...

That is when God will make a way.

Made of Dusts

In your life you will always come across with those people who will judge you of what you've got, they will judge your worth with your income, your looks, your career, and whatever vanity this world has to offer. But a man's worth is defined NOT of what he has, but of WHAT HE IS MADE OF.

Think for example of gold and water. A lot of people will say that gold is far much precious than water because of it's rarity, because of it's glitter that shines, but I bet all of us could live without a piece of gold in our hands, but we will die surely without water.

Water is NOT fragile even though it is soft, even though it doesn't have a shape of it's own. It may not glitter like that of gold, it may not be rare like a piece of diamond, but what it does makes it the universal solvent.
Because it is NOT about what you've got BUT what you're made of that defines your worth.

So let those vain people judge you.
Be like the water that is soft but NOT fragile and could endure whatever shape life has to offer.

DO NOT SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'VE GOT... BUT SHOW THEM WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF.

And if you ask me what I'm made of... I say...
I am made of dusts but I am made By a perfect God... and that made all the difference.

that 90's bands

Nick of Time

Suddenly I realized that almost half of my batch mates now are either medical consultants or at their last year of residency.

Growing old...

Surgeon of my Heart (A Playlist of Westlife Songs)

It doesn't take much to learn
when the bridges that you burn
Leave you stranded feeling alone
It doesn't take much to cry
when you're living in a lie
And deceiving that someone who cares
If I could turn back the time
I would put you first in my life

And I would risk it all for you
to prove my love is true
I'll build a wall around my heart
that would only break a part for you
Can change the way I feel
so tell me what's the deal
Don't say
Don't say it's too late

And now
The hills are getting hard to climb
I'm runnin' out of time
My decisions are pending on you
And I will accept the blame
for burnin' out the flame
Hoping the story will twist once again
If I could turn back the time
I would put you first in my life

And I would risk it all for you
to prove my love is true
I'll build a wall around my heart
that would only break a part for you
Can change the way I feel
so tell me what's the deal
Don't say
Don't say it's too late

Now I'm
Layin' it all on the line
For you

And I would risk it all for you
to prove my love is true
I'll build a wall around my heart
that would only break a part for you
Can change the way I feel
so tell me what's the deal
Don't say
Don't say it's too late

There's something in the silence
I never used to feel
There's something about knowing
That tells you this is real
When you're close
all I know I don't want to let you go


Hello happiness
Tell me where you've been
I missed the sound of your voice
missed the touch of your skin
It's no secret I'm Not who I used to be
Anyone can see
You're the difference in me
Oh the difference

I'm standing at your doorstep
Let me look into your eyes
We could strip away the secrets
Between you and me tonight

Won't you say it's OK
Let the world just fade away


Yeah the difference in me
The difference
When you're close all I know I don't want to let you go


Yeah the difference in me
Oh the difference
There's something in the silence I never used to feel.

Stay with me
Don't fall asleep too soon
The angels can wait for a moment

Come real close
Forget the world outside
Tonight we're alone
It's finally you and I

It wasn't meant to feel like this
Not without you

Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars

Don't be afraid
I'll be right by your side
Through the laughter and pain
Together we're bound to fly

I wasn't meant to love like this
Not without you

Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars

I made a few mistakes, yeah

Like sometimes we do
Been through lot of heartache
But I made it back to you

Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
And when I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars


When I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars


The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars

Amazing Grace

Until every men is free we are all slaves.

It was no surprise that his name sounds familiar to me because he was one of those composers from that Songbook that I used to read every night since I was around four years old.

And when I started learning to play my guitar at nine, his song was one of my favorite.

And yes, it always leads me back home.

Their Walk to Remember

When your legs don't work like they used to before...

If you have read (and I mean read and not watched, because there is a big difference between the book and the movie) the novel "A Walk to Remember" by N. Sparks then you know exactly why it is called a walk to remember, because when Jamie and Landon get married, Jamie was on her wheelchair, and though she tried to walk, each step is weakening her knees and her feet is failing her. But she made it through the altar. Every step hurts (knowing her case) that is why it is called a walk to remember.
But that is fiction.
But yesterday, my mom and dad had their share of that walk to be remembered. My mom was on her wheelchair and my dad walked beside her to the altar as they renewed their vows after more than 3 decades of marriage.

I guess it is time for us to actually believe in Forever.

Happy New Year!!!

God bless everyone!!!