The Good Ol' Days

The good ol' days...
Was when we were young and dreaming of getting old.
And now that we are old, we are yearning to go back to those good ol' days.

The good ol' days...
Was when ignorance and innocence were hard to distinguish.
And we were both of them.
And now that we are old, both had fade away like history in our memory.

The good ol' days...
Was when wounds heal so easily and scars don't mean a thing.
And now that we are old, even time can't heal our souls, and our scars grow deeper.

The good ol' days...
Was when your embrace was warm.
And now that we are old, though we're so close to the fire we still feel so cold.

The good ol' days...
Was when the music was so sweet lingering in our ears.
And now that we are old, the silence is deafening our numbing senses like everything is just fragments of a distant memory.

The good ol' days...
Wasted in our youth.
Begging to go back but we are too old...
Too old to go back to the good old days.

Vincent

For you are the Vincent of my starry starry night painted with palette blue and gray on a summer's day.
The withered face lined with pain.
And when no hope is left in sight on that starry starry night, I hope you won't do as lovers often do...
For this world was never meant for the beautiful to die.

For love is only for the weak, but it is the same antidote to be strong.

For you could be nameless, faceless...
But you are you to me.

The dream come true.
The wish upon a star that came to life.

You are my shooting star.

Love @ 1st Sight

Those who believe in love at first sight will never stop looking for strangers.

And the only cure for love at first sight is to take a second look.

But you are the one stranger I keep on looking everywhere.
The love at first sight that was never cured by the second look.
And had fallen even badly by the third time.

You are the one stranger I wanted to meet over and over again hoping the right time might be this time around.

The love at first sight so clear to me that it made me protest that love is blind... Because if love is blind... Why is it so clear to see...

I could look into your eyes over and over like its mine.
I could imagine your smile and suddenly it becomes my smile.
I could talk to you for hours and still walk a mile.
I could see your scars and still see you so perfectly sublime.

And suddenly my eyes are so clear... And its you the first thing that I saw.
And until now... I'm still looking at you.

P.s. Your eyes are so pretty that it is a sin that your sight is blurry. Let me see it clearly.

A World Without YOU

Good bye to the world that I am used to.

Thank you for letting me see the world through you.
You are a good friend to me but if I could choose a life that could have been, I would never wanted that kind of life with you... Being crippled without you.

I've always wanted to break free from you. I tried a lot of tricks and turns but it turns out... I am always needing you.
As what I've said... I am crippled without you.

So I must say thank you, though.

But I've been chasing this freedom since I could start writing ABC's and learn to count 123.

I was cursed when I was born and I traded all my cards just to break the spell.

And now... The spell is broken.

Thank you and goodbye.
Hope I won't be needing you for the rest of my life.

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

Two Straws in a Mountain Dew

Two straws in a Mountain Dew
Its just a soda but it tastes better when its for two
And it doesn't matter who drinks more between the two of you
You don't get the whole but its alright with you.

Two straws in a Mountain Dew
And you don't mind sharing it too
You bought it but she drinks it half way through
But all you can see is the beautiful view.

Two straws in a Mountain Dew
Your sip is only but a few
You know the feeling, you've got a clue
When everything seems to have a hue.

Two straws in a Mountain Dew
And forever you thought you knew
The beauty and simplicity seems so true
While both of you sip on that two straws in a Mountain Dew.