Manila Sky 2.0

There are different forms of art.
You can either extract beauty in a clean slate by capturing it through a lens clearly... Or you can make your hands dirty by dipping it into colours and make every hue tangible by your fingertips.

The Daily Queen

Was it a wrong answer? Or the question itself was wrong?
Did love came too early? Or was loving you back came too late?

When you've finally reached your dreams, what is next?

They say you must not stop there...
Continue to create new dreams then make them all come true...

But it never stops and it becomes a routine to create then build and make it come true, then create again.

Truth is... Most of the time... What happens next after a dream come true is longing for that something you have to leave behind just to have what you have now.
It is the asking of what if's and what could have been's.
It is looking back on those important things that you throw away because you thought your dreams will make you complete and happy and satisfied.

But everything becomes a lie when you look back.

And then you ask yourself... Am I really happy for what I've become?

Is that a wrong question? Or you just can't accept the answer.

But then, if you could reset your life... You know you won't do it. You know that you won't change a bit of what happened.

Because that's life.
That's life.

Every crashing waves are like fragments of your memory.

Love becomes real only when you learn to forgive.

And to forgive is to heal.

And it doesn't matter whether the question is right or wrong...
Because no matter what, I will stand up for my answers.

I'll pay the price everyday if I have to.

For the taste of despair is much sweeter when its torn from the cradle of faith.

That faith in life... That it will go on and on.

And who's to say that I'm wrong... My life ain't over yet.

Irish Moon From the West

How could you write a song so perfectly and sing it like an angel?
Effortlessly perfect in and out.
Like a thousand sunsets...
Yellow, orange and blue.
Mysteriously beautiful.
Like heaven and all its hue.

How could you walk with all that grace yet so natural?
Effortlessly sways in every move.
Like a thousand flowers...
Pink, red and lavender.
Mysteriously captivating.
Like a garden and all its hue.

How could you talk so brilliant but with a humor?
Effortlessly delivers every word.
Like a thousand phrases...
Black, white and grey.
Mysteriously interesting.
Like a book and all its hue.

How could you be so broken yet you endure?
Effortlessly surviving every blow.
Like a thousand raindrops...
Crystals, pearls and diamonds.
Mysteriously blinding.
Like precious gems and all its hue.

The Exodus

This is supposed to be my New year's day post, but I did not post it because this is not about new year's resolution.

It is about the Exodus which means... The Continuation.

There would be no New year's resolutions nor New year goals for me this year because I believe that, what is more important than starting over is to actually continue the good things that you've been doing this past year.

So this year, nothing much new for me to do so but to continue being a good mother to my daughter, continue being a good person in my own little way, continue inspiring other people, understanding other people, continue learning the old things as well as the things that I don't really know, continue writing, blogging, reading, playing music, watching movies as well as my surroundings... Just continue LIVING LIFE IN THE MOST FEASIBLE "FULLEST" THAT I CAN.


"If you cannot be a saint, or a monk, or a priest...
...then think of terms of being a hero." - Anne Rice