Lyrics of an unfinished song I'm still writing...
Trying... but still undone.

You've fallen asleep
while I'm falling apart
Let me land in your arms
Let me stay in your heart

This road we've taken
If it's a dead end let's still try
Who knows we might come out alive
And if not, at least we're together.

Manila Sky

Do you remember underneath Manila sky,
We held each other's hand as we watch the sun goes by,
I'm hearing your heartbeat so fast - or was it mine?
Yellow - orange sky turned black in time.

Every time you're scared, we entwine our fingers.
Count one to three before we jump on the edge while fear lingers.
We'd laugh as if every second is savored.
Underneath Manila sky, mixing yellow - orange flavor.

Underneath Manila sky, I felt your fingers slipping.
You walked out of the scene even before the moon starts beaming,
I jump alone on that creek without you, am fallen badly to you.
Now I'm drowning in these oceans of emotions so blue.

Underneath yellow - orange Manila sky...
Turning black, my Manila sky.

Poor and Beautiful

 

Would you exchange seats with me, you poor and beautiful.
It's cold and raining outside
But you look at the window and see the view so beautiful.
This life is not perfect.
This world is not perfect.
You are poor but damn so beautiful.
And if only the world knew what real riches are,
Then you won't be poor - but only so damn beautiful.
But even red and green becomes black and white in the eyes of the beholder.
In this world where gray is not just in between but everywhere,
Then fill my world with colours
Only you could paint.
For you are a portrait of a thousand sunsets on a dirty canvas - poor and beautiful.
Mixed up to complete the puzzle,
Detached yourself and collide with me.
For destiny is different from love, but the conspiring universe bind them together... and it is you!
Let alone the deaf to hear for I would still hear your beating heart in the midst of silence and noise and whatever is in between.
Let alone the blind to see for I will still know you in the dark.
I'll sit with you and paint rainbows on a black night
That only you and I could see.
For if this world is rich then let them be.
Sail on yacht, build their universe.
We'll draw our galaxy on sands again and again, let alone the waves wash it over to the sea.
For I won't get tired creating dreams and make them all come true and make them all over again with you if ever they knock down.
For in our bruises and wounds,
I can see a light shining through.
Like rays of sun trying to break through the cuts of the clouds, it's a masterpiece that I'm mesmerized at.
For my eyes are all set before you and I can't take them off.
For poor me so damn in love to a beautiful YOU.

Bourne Again (The New WebB in David's Life)

The long wait is over. And yes, I have seen it already on it's premiere since I'm a huge fan since it came out way back 2002, finally He is back (YOU KNOW HIS NAME) and it looks like the webs in David's life is more complicated than not remembering it at all.
And the moves and the punches are so damn cool. I mean, he's the coolest CIA (Rouge) agent, (no offense to 007) but Bourne is damn cool.

Though it's kinda sad that Nicky died but then again, someone has to die - right?!

But as a Bourne fan, it feels good that Matt Damon is back (again, no offense to Jeremy ).

Let's admit it, Jason Bourne is Jason Bourne. Forget the LEGACY where he is not around.

All thumbs up for this movie.

Bourne is so damn cool!
(Did I say that already? Haha!!!)

The Sacrifice of Bing Bong

The night is young and blue
And I'm counting all the stars in heaven
But it took me endless nights...
And yes, I'm still counting.
And in my lone space
Dark and endless gray
Wishing you could sit beside me
Here in the dark till I find the bright side.

For in the innocence of trusting,
I've trusted enough to bleed.
For love is only for the strong.
Love is only for the brave.
Mixed with luck.
The lucky ones who were never really strong nor brave.
Like that Knight in shining armour
Who never had his metal tested...
The lucky ones... yes, the lucky ones.

And there are those who - for all the right things that they have done in their lives... never had that luck.
Those who dared to save souls even if it cost them their own souls.
Those who sacrificed for love
Just to be forgotten by that love.
That love that they had given their all is the same love that cannot remember their name.
Stolen... forgotten memory of great love.
Turned to ashes... to dusts.

No one remembers... not even love.

And tell me when it is right to hold on?
When it is right to let go?
For when I think of how to do it
I try to determine the situation...
If it's a rocky road I'm trudging or if it's a roller coaster I'm riding.
I mean, I guess, if love is trudging a rocky road, then I must hold on, for this journey might find a way to paradise... it is just for a while... so I'll keep on walking on that rocky road till I find my destination beyond that bend.

But if it's a roller coaster...
Would you rather end it?
If it will take you nowhere...
If it is just an endless circles of ups and downs and it will always end to where you have started.
But then again... sometimes, even if it's a roller coaster, we tend to hold on.
Even if it just goes back from where it all started...
Because once in a million of whiles... there is that someone who will give you that kind of ride and your world will just start and end and start again with that same person... but it always worth the ride...
Oh! Well, it's love after all.

When to hold on?
When to let go?
Like if it's a broken crayon, you could hold on to it for it still colour the same.
But if it's a broken mirror, sure it could still reflect your face but if you hold it, it will just cut you... wound you... BLEED!

But for all the reasons in the world, some still hold on to it with bleeding hands for who knows, that piece of broken mirror that hurts you would still be the same piece of broken mirror that is your only possession... the only thing to hold on to.
Your only treasure...
Tell me, how can you let it go?

For what is good for the shepherd might not be good for the flock.

And I'm still trudging this lone sad road.
Still don't have a clue if it's just a rocky road I'm passing by or is it a roller coaster ride that will end in the beginning?

And all I have is this small backpack where I carry almost... or maybe all of my life in it.
It's so small... it's priceless - cause it don't cost a thing.
So costless I could just leave it here.
But I can't.
Because it is all that I have.
Not much of a treasure but it's all I've got to offer...
To give... to YOU.
To sacrifice... for YOU.

AND IT'S CALLED LOVE.

Child's Eyes

This post was supposed to be a father's day post but my busy schedule did not allow me to blog on that day.

But I'm blogging it anyway...

So to the man we always look up to...
To our first hero even before Superman or Batman or ironman got into the picture and took over our childhood...

You will always be a hero in your child's eyes.

The Power to Control Your Power

I'm a fan of X-Men movies. I've seen all of them and even have my own DVD copy of their first trilogy and so with the Wolverine trilogy.

And I just recently watched the third part of the X-Men : First Class trilogy (which is the X-Men : Apocalypse) and more than just the awesome effects that, well, everybody is expecting, I would like to share the moral lesson that every X-Men movie has thought us, even from the beginning - and that is the difference between POWER AND CONTROL.

It was the same lesson from the very first X-Men movie up to this very recent one.

That power and control are two different thing. Some might think that Jean Grey is the underdog that is actually more powerful than Charles since she is the great Phoenix. But I always believed that Charles is the greater one.

For one reason - CONTROL.

If you are powerful and so powerful that you cannot control your power then you are not that powerful at all because your power controls you. But if you can control your power then that means you are more powerful than your own power. And that is what real power is... Control.

And great minds can control what the power of emotions can do. Emotions are powerful enough to destroy you. So to control your emotions is power beyond your power.

the Eagle and the Lark

He is an eagle who knows how to soar and you are just a lark who knows how to sing.

Leadership is tough.

And we (voters) don't buy such angelic face with a heart of a witch and a capability of a puppet.

#bbm4vp
#notoleni
#dayaangmatuwid
#bbm

Insights of the Daughter of the Brown Cardinal

Vote wisely.

Pero paano nga ba ito magagawa?

Sa pag boto, alamin mo ang kandidato sa sarili mo mismo. Hindi yung nuod lang ng nuod ng TV at puro social media lang ang papaniwalaan mo. Kase sa TV may bayad ang mga iyan, kaya malamang magaganda lang ang makikita mong ginagawa nila, kahit naman sino pag nasa harap ng camera akala mo lahat mabuti. Huwag din puro social media, kase yung iba dyan imbento lang.

Sa mga kabataan na tulad ko na hindi na din umabot sa Martial law. Kung gusto mo talaga mag siyasat sa mga nangyari noon, huwag ka sa TV o sa social media mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Mag tanong ka kay manong driver na medyo may edad na, yung umabot pa noong martial law, o kaya dun kay lola sa may tindahan na pinag bibilhan mo ng coke, para malaman mo ang totoong nangyari at dun mo malalaman kung bakit iba ang kwento nila sa mga napag-aralan natin sa libro. Bakit hindi tugma ang mga sinasabi nila sa ibinabalita at ipinapakita sa TV. Bakit sa bibig mismo nila nang gagaling na mas mapayapa pa ang bansa noong Martial law. Bakit mas maunlad noon kesa ngayon.

Ikaw mismo ang mag tanong at mag hanap ng kasagutan.

Huwag ka maniwala sa napapanuod mo sa TV dahil malamang bayad yan.

Huwag din basta maniwala sa social media agad dahil malay mo kamag-anak nila yan. Mas maniwala ka dun sa ordinaryong tao na mag sasabi sayo mismo ng karanasan nila. Yung alam mong hindi sila binayaran at hindi rin kamag-anak.

Ngayon naman sasabihin mo "change is coming"...

Sa totoo lang, kahit sino pa ang maging presidente natin kung sa araw-araw naman na ginawa ng Diyos eh gagawin mong park yung kalsada nyo, mag-lalakad ka kasama ng aso mo para doon mo ito padumihin, kahit sinong presidente hindi malilinis ang bansa natin. Ang pag babago nag sisimula dapat sa sarili.

Kung sa tuwing sasapit ang tag-ulan lagi mo nalang sasabihin "baha nanaman sa Espana", ang totoo, kahit ilang beses tayo mag-palit ng presidente, kung lahat naman ng dumadaan sa Espana ay mag tatapon ng balat ng candy o kaya ng plastic bottle sa mismong kalsada o kaya sa mga canal... walang sinong presidente ang makakapag- ahon ng Espana sa baha.

Ang pag babago ay nag sisimula hindi lang sa presidente, ito ay dapat mag simula sa lahat ng Filipino.

Gumising ka Juan Dela Cruz, huwag mong hintayin na lumabas muli ang katauhan ni Simoun kay Crisostomo Ibarra.