The Groom is the Best Man

And I would love to be your bride
Cause your heart owns mine
Your eyes meets mine
Like fate and destiny, all combined.

And I would love to be by your side
Forever until the end of time
Until all the wonders and signs
Come and go beneath our love chime.

Would it be possible for the groom and the best man to collide
On that same day when vows and papers are signed
When hearts could see while eyes are blind
All white and fair almost divine.

The Fire and the Dragon

What would you do?
If the dragon has lost its fire in his throat?
No more fire burning...
And pain has been a constant companion that it doesn't hurt anymore.
No...
Pain does not hurt anymore.

Like a past buried deep within...
It was never gone.
Its just buried deep within.
And you could dig it up over and over...
Pain strikes you but it doesn't hurt anymore.

For you were my biggest mistake.
That one thing that I greatly regret.
And life gets that Domino effect When I've committed my very first mistake...
He was my first mistake.

Bloodstained.
A little pain.
Then our eyes never meet.
I've got burned from the heat.
Its painful but it doesn't hurt anymore.

My heart can no longer scream
From the pain...
Cause it doesn't hurt anymore.

It doesn't hurt anymore...
But I'm not numb...
I just get used to it.

Like a dragon who lost its fire but still keeps on breathing.
Searching
Burning
Til he gets used to it.

Living in pain... But it doesn't hurt anymore.

Something to Share

I just would like to share this story so that people will realize that some mentors would prefer to teach you in a hard way, not because they are bitter or bad... They just simply want you to become the best that you could ever be.

And not everyone who gives you a warm shoulder is your friend... They might burn you in the end.

The Bird and the Shit

Once upon a time, there was a little bird who refused to fly south for the winter. His friends tried to convince him that winter was coming and he should go, but the little bird was adamant. Finally, his friends left on their journey, but the little bird remained behind. Pretty soon the weather turned bitter cold. The little bird began to shiver. After a while, he decided he had made a mistake, so he too headed south. But he was too late and the weather descended upon him. As he flew, ice formed on his wings. He grew more and more weary until finally he fell to earth in a cow pasture, freezing and exhausted. He was convinced he was going to die. As he lay there, freezing to death, a cow came by and put a shit on him. The shit warmed his body and wings. The bird realized he would live. He was so happy, he began to sing. A cat was passing by and heard the singing. The cat dug into the shit, uncovered the bird and promptly ate him.

There are three morals to this story:

1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

2. Not everyone who gets you out of the shit is your friend.

3. And, if you're happy in your own pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.

The (Other) Tale of Robert in Mt. Ternff Park

Music defines our personality but sometimes it defines our generation.

And we all get old and the music that we grew up with gets old with us as well, making us nostalgic every time we hear them. And we get more emotional when those musicians that we grew up with gets a come back concert.
Hearts are overwhelmed.

I grew up listening to their music. That time of my life when peer pressure was high and self awareness was low and self confidence was hanging in between the balances of highschool life.

Back when your sole responsibility was yourself, your grades, your time.
Back when life was just about music.
Back when everything was just about music.

And then it goes fast forward to the present reality.
Now we have our own kids.
Almost all of our friends are married, some are divorced, and a few remains free from commitment but not with responsibilities.

Now we work not only for ourselves but for our families, for the future of our kids.

And whatever dreams we had when we were young were just a distant poignant highschool frustrations that we learn to accept as we grow old and get stuck with our day to day lives and jobs that feeds the mind of how sweet dreams were and how bitter reality is.

And I will never forget how you influenced my views in life, how I've learned to face battles on my own because of the music that you have shared with me. Growing up with you was amazing. And yes, time can never erase those memories that we had. And even though we had our own lives now, I will always consider you as "THE MOST INCREDIBLY POSITIVE INFLUENCE IN MY LIFE" .

#IwillAlwaysLoveYou

King of Norwegian Wood

For you are like my La La land.
Surprisingly bitter ending.
Shockingly opens a new beginning
But not with you...
Just hoping it would be with you.

For big dreams have bigger sacrifice. And most of the time, the price of having a dream come true is the haunting of what you have sacrificed just to have it. A continuous loop of what if's that you can never stop asking even though you keep on convincing yourself that you have accepted the fate. And all you can do is look back and smile... hide the bitterness and live with your dream... because that was what you want. And its yours now... only now you realized that your dream cannot satiate your heart.

And too much wisdom breaks the heart turning it into thousands of pebbles scattered on the ground... Broken. Hard. Numb.

Broken.
Hard.
Numb.

Broken.
Hard.
Numb.

For you could have been a happy ending...
But you are just a La La land... bitterly disturbing.

The Weapon and the Warrior

Love is defying everything for something they call everything.

The irony of ironies.

For TIME is the greatest WEAPON and LOVE is the greatest WARRIOR.

And pain is the price.
A way of ironic happiness.
Cause if pain is the only way to feel their presence, then I say, let the pain remain, let the wounds get deeper and never heal. Let scar be just a yonder hope of healing but will never be, but just a make-believe illusion that will keep you moving on but carrying with you those poignant sweet memories.

For only time could understand love and only love could endure time.

Keep your optimism...
After all, no one has ever damaged his eyesight by looking at the brighter side of life.

Crimson Scar

The sun rises and sets on your face
And soft is the memory of your voice like lace
Your smile crosses my mind like an unwelcomed grace
And dark is the path of this labyrinth maze.


And time gushes forth in my nostalgic gutter
Its slipping and I want to rewind it faster
And I know it will end and start again with you in there
So I have to chase it even if it leaves me in poignant ponder.


The melody out of tune but still remains my favorite
Like a rough slide to the present memory and wanting to get stuck in it
And though the cold bitter winter is freezing my sick feet
I'll stay painfully awake than to face a numb death of defeat.


And your face is the moon in the sky full of stars
Shining like the only Venusian in Mars
Pure is the meant and the fate is a scar
And crimson is the color of a love so far.