A Piece of Pisces

Not because he never found you means he never looked for you. Maybe he did look for you but you hide so well hence he never found you.

"Hindi dahil hindi ka niya nakita e hindi ka na niya hinanap. Malamang hinanap ka pero dahil sobrang nagtago ka kaya hindi ka niya nakita". - G.E.D.

The Ballad of Sunsets, of Shooting Stars, of Broken Dreams and Lullabies, and the Breaking of Dawn

For you will never realize the pain of the left behind... because I never left you, it is you who abandoned me.

They say - Who you think of when you're busy is more important than who you think of when you're idle and lonely.

I wonder after all that we've been through, those times that we are apart and lonely, did I ever crossed your mind when I couldn't even touch your heart.

It is one thing to be sad and another thing to be lonely and another thing to be both at the same time.

Sometimes I can't help but ask God why it is so unfair, everytime I see your smile like everything in your life is at the right place while I'm here juggling, struggling and lonely. Am I the only one who had done a mistake? Why am I the only one paying for it?

I had to admit that it hurts me to believe that you don't love me any more, that you remember me as just a distant memory of a mistake.

Am I too hard to love? When loving is free? Does God find it hard to love me too?

There was a time when the pain is hurting me so bad that I can no longer see forever in your eyes. But that was long gone and just when I thought I had moved on, there you are again, stupid Cupid pierced my heart again. When it will ever be... that fairy-tale come true. That forever as they say.

There are some questions that keep on haunting me like - am I the one that got away? Do you ever think of "If only"? Is love better the second time around or the cracks are so bad enough that it can never be whole again?

When love has to cry... does it need to die?

And when can you say that it stand the test of time?

When you closed that door, I know I did not knock but I was there sitting the whole time waiting for you to come out... but it did not happen.

It still hurts.

I guess there are some wounds that time can never heal.

And only miracle can.

Maybe YOU are that miracle.

I hope YOU are MY MIRACLE.

Scars & Perfections

We want to be perfect but perfection is not what we needed but acceptance.

I guess maturity really comes in the right time like a fruit getting ripe, it needs to undergo a lot of seasons.

When I was younger I thought I always needed to be perfect, that love could only be found in perfection. I used to hide away my flaws as deep as I could. But I never found love in a perfect place. It maybe perfect but love does not exist there, only that constant effort to be always perfect.

Perfection is not happiness.

My scars are the perfect testimony of what happiness and love really is.

My scars molded me to realize that love is found in a place of imperfections.

Now I finally accepted the fact that I could never be perfect and love will come my way in spite of my flaws.

Paradise is beautiful but even paradise is not perfect.

And love... that love we always wanted will come not in a form of perfection but only in acceptance.

"And if all the world is perfect I would only ever wanna see your scars."

Your scars make you beautiful.

And if love is true... it will accept your deepest and ugliest scar.

for love is war

What is so beautiful with epic movies is that men fight because they love what's behind them and NOT because they hate what's in front of them.

I think that is what make the men of war heroes... because they had fought the battle with one reason... and that is love.
That war was never about hatred...

But they are called heroes because they fought for LOVE.


Died for LOVE.

All in the name of LOVE.

Imagine

OK so I love John, and I'm sorry Yoko but there's no more love left in me for you.

I have given my heart to him and nothing is left for you. Not that you wanted it, I know, the feeling is mutual, cause if the parallel universe made me another heart... I still won't give it to you.

I'm not jealous, believe me, I'm not. But for the love of love you ruined him. He could have been bigger (though he's big already)... he could have been greater but you wanted something else for yourself. You made your own greatness out of somebody's ability and you made it look like love. Oh what the heck with that kind of foolishness.

If only John did not became a Samson. Yoko and Delilah all the same.

dipped into the deep

For like a bag of tea you are dipped into a cup of hot water to bring out the flavor in you.

For what hurts you also brings out the best in you.

It was never about the pain.

sausage Mc muffin with egg

This morning I heard Christmas songs playing on the radio at McDonald's... and it never fails to give me that same feeling I always have since I was a kid. Really, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. The cozy autumn cold and it just feels like everything is so happy in spite of everything we've been through.

Great morning!!!

For John

Life is what happens to you when you're too busy making other plans...


Oh Johh, John, John... why so genius?
You're definitely one person I look up to.

No wonder you're a legend.

Always be my favorite songwriter.


I wonder what's inside that beautiful mind...

All I know is that, it is surely beautiful... pure beauty.



And even your name is beautiful...

John Winston Lennon

Shattered Glass, Broken Mirrors and Beautiful Reflection

When my idle mind strikes, too many questions and ideas start popping like bacteria proliferating in a glass tube. Sometimes it worth the talk and sometimes it worth the blog.

I asked myself a while ago which one do I prefer, the man who will catch me when I fall or the man who will pick me up when I crashed on the ground broken into pieces.

So here's my answer:
I prefer a man who will pick me up when I crashed on the ground and broken into pieces. Because, a man who will catch you when you fall loves you only at your best but a man who will pick you up loves you in spite of your brokenness, he sees your beauty in spite of your scars, knows you're the right one for him in spite of your imperfections, feels the happiness in spite of the frowns.

He picks you even though you are broken like glass ready to pierced through his palms.

For love bears all things and endures all things... but most of all... it accepts all things.

Have a great Ber months ahead... ber... ber... ber...