Travelling for a Breath of Fresh Air

Feeling overworked and overstressed, I am looking forward to the break from work come December. I'll be flying away to Neverland and I'll be with my Zinkerbell, hoping never to come back to an existence of never ending pressure. I want to travel where there is no need to mind the time, no need to check the watch's second hand, no need to speed up for another task. I want to laze around a sunny beach, sip lemon juice and just read a good book(humourous) by the seashore.

I want to jog in the mornings, sleep back till noon and cook a step by step recipe for dinner. whew.. Enough of my wishful thinking. Now all I have to do is focus on my responsibilities and the day will surely wear on. And the next thing I'll know, it's the Christmas month! Yey 

Davao, here I come!

Eat, Pray, Love by E. Gilbert

owww.. The wariness I felt when I first saw this book. Actually it was a mixture of surprise, gladness and worry that enveloped me; this book was a special gift from the special-est someone of my existence thus, the mixed-up elation. Of course, I'm so happy that a gift is bestowed on me. But, a "girly" book? Well, try me, I thought. I'm actually so versatile when it comes to books and this challenge would just be a piece of.. 

SURPRISE! The first ideas are interesting enough that I keep paging till I got through paragraphs. And with honest-to-goodness humour in between, what could I ask more of a book? Well, there is of course, the plot, the twists, the language, the general appeal to different specific audiences: but I'm a non-demanding reader. I only want good ole humour from a book and when it does make me laugh, I salute the author right away. So, you want to know what's laughable in Eat, Pray, Love? Dig in! 

(This is my cool way of saying, watch out for a review, folks! wink-wink) 

The Night I Passed Away

It was the night for the Vesperas of our Barrio Fiesta that I finally decided to go. I can hear the disco music loudly and I can feel that the whole barrio is buzzing with lively activities. I so long to be out there: celebrate with my friends, walk out to our plaza, play bingo and do all kinds of stuff that a free bloke is able to do. To say that I'm bored to death is an understatement. So I want to literally die to escape this cell that has taken me hostage for years now. Or, is it really years now that I haven't been able to walk outside? But I thought I saw birds flying yesterday in the corn fields...This confusion and a lot other unexplainable stuff has even strengthened my resolve to free myself. Oh, if only I could bolt out of the door and run through the wet soil in the corn fields. But how can I get past the rails guarding me? How do I make that ultimate escape? Death. Yes, by dying, I am sure to live again. 

I was tired of staring at the walls of my confinement. Day and night, I just sat and stare; still nothing changes. I stare at the wallpaint and day by day there is no change. Or perhaps it is starting to fade but I cannot tell the change at all due to the monotony of staring at it all the time.

I have long been fading away. My mother has sensed it. She checked on me last night, her face quite flushed and worry showed in her face. In fact, the visit turned out to be one of those "drama episodes". She ending up crying and I, feeling bewildered. Why would she cry over me when all I want is to see the world outside?

... to be continued...

Gone Too Soon

I've strived hard to come up with a post about my recently departed brother. But I still can't write anything about him. So let me borrow from MJ to somehow, impart how I feel about Jibb's passing:

"Gone Too Soon"

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

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Goodbye my Dear Brother,
You have been missed,
You will be missed even more.
I love you, Badib.

Haiku Poem Collection

My say of things for YOU:





I’m thinking of You

Your smile, your eyes and your lips

Keeps me living through





Let’s spend more, more time

Coz I miss you everyday

Sweet baby of mine






When I’m in your arms,

Problems go; I feel your warmth

And I’m far from harm





With you, I’m secure

Our trust and love will endure

Through time, I’ll be pure






Promise, I’ll be true

When in doubt; I’ll stand by You

Please don’t leave me too.