Paul McCartney

And we all have our past
Old memories that never last
And 3 am has its own secrets
Wide awake at our weakest
And I remember that day
It was in the month of May
We had a fight, honey
When I said John Lennon was better than Paul McCartney.

Beauty and Brokenness

There's beauty in brokenness.
Like cracks between the clouds where the rays of the sun shines through.
Like shattered pieces of glass reflecting a thousand prisms.
Like crashed ice mixed in your frappuccino.

There's beauty in brokenness.
Like your cracks in your head where humor builds up.
Like shattered dreams where hope sparks.
Like crashed spirit where faith is strengthened.

There's beauty in brokenness.
Like a cracked earthen vessel that shows antiquity.
Like a shattered heart getting back into one piece.
Like a crashed soul being molded again by the potter's loving hands.

There's always beauty in brokenness.
Every crack is a line of pain that transforms into an art of triumph.
Every shattered pieces becomes a part of you that you can share.
Every crash becomes a safe landing.

Old But Beautiful

What is beauty?

My epitome of beauty is the strength of the one who owns it.

I believe that old people are the most beautiful people.

I always get mesmerized at those old grandpa's and grandma's wearing that wrinkles on their faces.
For me it is a picture of a thousand beautiful sunsets. Every wrinkled skin has a story, every line has a trace of either joy or pain, every crinkle is a tale of either tears or laughter.

Those lines are the living proof of a life lived.
A life survived.
A life exist.

And those lines are the real testimonies of strength.

I believe that old people are the strongest.

They may no longer be physically fit but their strength is deep within their souls that no one can take away.

Strong minds
Strong hearts
Strong souls

Old people possess that kind of strength that the youth can only admire.

Eventually, we'll get there someday...
And I hope and I pray that when I get there...
...I do have a lot of strength to share.

My Vow

This is for my daughter Eli...

A love letter that I hope one day she'll be able to read.

Here it goes...


I won't promise you tomorrow for tomorrow is not mine to give. All I can promise you is the present... that every "today" for the rest of my life, is a moment that I will spend with you. That every "today" that you wake up you will know that I love you, and you don't have to worry when you fall asleep at night, cause when you wake up and if I'm still alive, know that I will still love you.
I love you Not tomorrow but today... and if tomorrow becomes today... then again, I love you.

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!

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Second Direction (Part 2: Back to Back)

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

To God be the glory.

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