2006

the last Christmas that i can remember...

sometimes, i keep asking why we have to leave?

why do we need to sacrifice our time?

minutes that should be spent with our loved ones.

seconds that can last forever with them just slips away from our palm...

and being far, we tend to wish that time must run fast...

that we hope the day will be over in a snap...

we dont want to check the clock, no more counting the minutes that past.

instead, looking forward to the next weeks... months... years...

until the day that we arrive home again.

a month of vacation will be a lifetime memory.

few days with them and it will all be heaven's glory.

i wonder why life is a misery... why do we need live in agony.

i am longing for their hugs & kisses...

i cant wait to hear the sound when they giggle...

and at times that they are in pain...

i want to be with them to wipe their tears away.

but in this life that i am taking...

i dont know until when will i be missing...

those moments with them that i know is running...

because soon, they are also leaving.

i hope one day, i can shout STOP!

i can take a seat, and be relaxed.

if given a chance or a wish maybe...

i'll wish that we are together again, my whole family.

Sana Ngayong Pasko (Ariel Rivera)

Pasko na naman
Ngunit wala ka pa
Hanggang kailan kaya
Ako’y maghihintay sa iyo

Bakit ba naman
Kailangang lumisan pa
Ang tanging hangad ko lang
Ay makapiling ka

Sana ngayong Pasko
Ay maalala mo pa rin ako
Hinahanap-hanap pag-ibig mo
At kahit wala ka na
Nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako
Muling makita ka
At makasama ka
Sa araw ng Pasko

Pasko na naman
Ngunit wala ka pa
Hanggang kailan kaya
Ako’y maghihintay sa iyo

Bakit ba naman
Kailangang lumisan pa
Ang tanging hangad ko lang
Ay makapiling ka

Sana ngayong Pasko
Ay maalala mo pa rin ako
Hinahanap-hanap pag-ibig mo
At kahit wala ka na
Nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako
Muling makita ka
At makasama ka
Sa araw ng Pasko

Sana ngayong Pasko…

sad tuesday

another day ends.

sometimes, it feels like we just have to let it go...

everyday seems the same.

nothing new. no excitement for tomorrow.

it will just be the same as yesterday...

is this what life is all about?

i know it wasnt... before.

things changed. i dont know what went wrong.

maybe, this phase, which i call homesickness, will pass...

i would want to think it will...

because if it wont...

i cant recall living... i couldnt recognize life.

sometimes, i ask myself...

why am i here? it made me feel like a robot.

am i still alive?

i wonder if i am the only one suffering.

i know this is something that i shouldnt feel.

but this is real...

something is wrong...

am i lost? i dont know.

i am feeling numb...

confused? bothered? stressed?

i am not.

but for now, i just want to entertain this feeling.

bear with me.

i am definitely sad...

i asked myself the whole time, what is the reason...

and i found the answer.

i miss home.

differences that makes a difference

we are all unique.
made perfectly imperfect.

as an individual, each of us have our own identity...
a passion of its own!

our talents, skills, interest, strength & weaknesses are all part of who we are as a person. an individual. we gain all these through experiences... with the help of other people. we can never learn alone. whether with family, friends, colleagues, neighbors, partners... each individual who possess distinctive characteristic. we grow through them.

discovering new things, learning new techniques... even realizing our own self.

sometimes, a big part of you came from somebody close to you. maybe, you grew up together or someone who played a significant role in your life. somebody you admire or somebody you loved.
as a couple, maybe... just maybe, you've both grown together, individually. and despite all the adjustments with your differences, it helped you... both of you, to discover out something new about yourself.

you were able to find your feet on her shoes... liked things that you once hated, or despised those you once find irresistable. as years went on, you became her & vice versa. comfortable with each other... being one.

but opposite attracts.

what will happen if there were no individuality anymore?

when boredom comes. what's next?

at some time, we can all reach this point...

maybe, no one should part with their individuality and become that of another.

maybe, we need to preserve something that is us so we cannot lose ourself.

Perhaps, only those people who are capable of real togetherness are those who recognize their individuality and value their differences...

When Love Isn’t All that Matter

It is in giving that we receive…it is in loving that we are loved.
How can you supposed to be loved, if there is nothing more to give?

Isn’t your all enough?
Is your best wasn’t good as you think it was?
How can you bring happiness when you weren’t happy?
How can you dream if your world is empty?

We all have different interpretations of what love really is…
Different styles of expressing that feeling…
Different ways to be satisfied…
Different meaning to understand…

Rick Warren spells love as T-I-M-E.
Because the essence of love is not what we think or do, or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.

In 1 Corinthians, it is written that love is patient & kind…
Not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish, or irritable;
Love does not keep record of wrongs…

You gave your T-I-M-E… your whole life.
You were patient… you were kind.
Yet this seemed didn’t matter… this was JUST not enough…
How can you still hold on to the promise of love?

Most of us tend to hold on…
Tries to bring back that little spark…
But how can love be justified, if there’s a pain that kills you inside?

When loving means believing, and believing means loving
How long can one stand suffering?
Of the love that was really hurting…

Until when can enough be stopped?
And letting go be on the positive track…
For it is not always in holding on or fighting for,
...love is not ours to command.(photo by ericson)

Buzzzyyy 2 Weeks

2nd week of November is running...
and i missed a lot of days to post something for my blog.
and i felt sad for that.

i hope i can cope up.
i miss writing so much...

for my Kopimate - Mayjay

all saints' day passed...

but not all saints...

today, our very own Goddess is celebrating her special day.

our Saint Mayjay's Birthday.

you asked me why?

i'll asked you, why not?

she is one of the "darling of the press"

"hero of the oppress"

"miss congeniality"

but never... "ms. confidentiality"

everybody loves her.

nobody hates her.

everybody wants to be her friend...

though she's not everybody's friend.

most of us are thankful...

almost all are grateful...

having mayjay around is joyful...

when she's gone, its awful...

young at heart, she'll always be...

the baby sister for everybody.

she's so jolly, like jollibee...

sometimes moody, just like me.

but what's important is to know who is she...

she's somebody, a friend should be.

happy BURPday MEHE!

we miss you so much...