his for her

You changed my world with a blink of an eye

That is something that I can not deny

You put my soul from worst to best

That is why I treasure you my dearest jan

You just don’t know what you have done for me

You even pushed me to the best that I can be

You really are an angel sent from above

To take care of me and shower with love

When I’m with you I will not cry even a single tear

And your touch have chased away all of my fear

You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile

It is even better everytime you smile

It so magical those things you’ve made

To bring back my faith that almost fade

Now my life is a dream come true

It all began when I was loved by you

Now I have found what I am looking for

It’s you and your love and nothing more

Co’z you have given me this feeling of contentment

In my life something I’ve never felt

I wish I could talk ‘till the end of day

But now I’m running out of things to say

So I’ll end by the line you already know

I want you more than what I could show

as my lappytap made that *boing* sound i gazed upon the small window bearing your pseudo name. i stared. read. stared again. my heart started pumping in unsteady rhythm. my brain frozed—oh well it’s freezing winter midnight anyway— smiling from ear to ear. teary eyes. with flying imaginary wings and butterflies in my tummy. sweet taste of belgian chocs. a lump on my throat. the lungs gasp for air. then tightness in the chest set in… i was like in a brink of hysteria. funny reaction. but hey this is how you make me feel whenever you sweep me off the solid ground i am so used of being planted. If you were just beside me, i would just kiss you till you realize what i wanna say. but then you are not near. the heart ached further… i am starting to believe that the beauty of our story lies on our greatest impediment… hence i say, in time and distance lies our growing strength.

bliss in spite of

this is moi inbetween happiness and homesickness.

i can still remember the odd silence when my family dropped me off the NAIA early this year. the suppressed tears. the tightness on my chest and the realization technology will be our bridge yet again… indefinitely.

happiness. my family is the root of my capacity to love. next to God, they are my reason for being.

i get lazy. i moan at times. i get sore back. there are those that may irritate me not so rarely. but somehow in spite of, i feel home at work. i feel i am meant to do what i am doing. i am enjoying.

quality friends. i have them from A to Z. coming from all corners. my current wellington chums fills the imminent physical gap of companionship. more than enough that i think soon i will miss “me” time (hehehe).

gambling into love. yes i am in a relationship (ahem). but i still stand very very complicated. but i have learned to let fear be just unknown. to allow questions remain unanswered. the constant longing be my ally. reminiscing feed my strength. and hope that the interim will be just worth it.

so life is not all sweet. but i won’t complain. as i know i am lucky… no, i guess i am not lucky… i am blessed.

(i wouldn’t mind a million dollars and a rock on my finger though… dreaming tsk tsk tsk)

blindfolded hearts

i am not expecting eternity… nor forever… not even that till death do us part.

as for now i will try not to ask for more… i shall not succeed.

savoring the longing hugs and kisses. bearing the temporary goodbyes. endless i miss you and the virtual xoxo. and believe that distance is my or our only enemy.

i am not ready for a last kiss… i don’t think i ever will be.

i was being cynical when i said in the future you will break my heart…. what the heck! let us screw that  future together… yes, i mean together.

love anonymous

and so i cheated myself into believing i have once found love and lost it forever… until now.

i realized i had vague memory of what being in love felt like, after all it was nineteen-forgoten since i and that state of being was one.

there were forewarnings. but i was too silly and came unprepared to be swept off my feet. the entirety of me smiled, giggled, felt bliss and took comfort in your big strong yet kid like embrace. i let down my guard… so here i am now.

my long standing reconciliation with the thought that walking life solo was my kind of story became a blur.

that familiar feeling took place but came with it is its evil twin. as i hope for this feeling to continue to consume me, pain is also nesting like a culprit tiptoeing in darkness.

as my heart dance in limbo… and you became my potential lover… you too are my future heartache.

a stranger’s kindness

My timing was impeccable! I chose to drop my bumble bee to the car shop on a cold windy and rainy Wellington weather!

While standing outside the motorshop trying to figure out where i can freakin find the nearest bus stop or railway station, a lady who also been to the same shop offered me a lift.

All of a sudden i felt warmth! I came from a country where such kindness from a stranger is somewhat too impossible to even think of.

I remembered on my first time going back home after 2 years of being away i felt people outside NZ are too snob and rude… filipino’s at least. I got used to people walking pass saying “hello” “how are yeah” “good day” with a smile.

These are among the few reason why i ❤ New Zealand. It may not be crime free, but there are enough kindness to suffice peace.

I forgot to ask the lady’s name though… she is a kiwi if am not mistaken…. but you know who she is Lord! may you bless her more ❤

book wormie

think i had too much of and needed a break from vampires, werewolves, witches, wizards and even little people. it’s safe to say i like watching them portrayed in films rather than reading them… or is it because more often than not i see the movie first and that spoils my interest of reading… or maybe (think this is most likely) i’m too busy doing nothing to burn eyebrows with books nowadays… just me and my lazy big fat ass…

on many times i have browsed a book store (this is as often as i window shop for clothes and shoes) i always get my hands on this books portraying angels.

two days ago, i found myself on temptation land once again and got myself instantly enthralled after reading the first few pages of Halo by Alexandra Adornetto. Normally i’de wait for a sale but what the heck my impulsiveness got the better of me.

OK. the story is nothing spectacular. simply put trio of angels… siblings, gabriel an archangel, ivy a seraphim, and bethany an ordinary transition angel… sent to earth on a mission to spread and influence good. the youngest, beth, fell in love with a human, xavier a handsome school captain. being of two different worlds they faced hurdles on their relationship, as if the struggle wasn’t enough, a villain comes to stir their world by coming after beth. does the plot sounds familiar? if you are a twillight saga fan, you can relate so well. it can get predictable.

the book is well written though. you would never guessed the author is just in her late teens. or maybe that’s her strong points… too young and still dreamy… thus, a vivid detailed imagination written in such wits… it feeds your limitless awesome imagination. i specially like the first few chapters where bethany, being on her first visit and first try being earthbound, discovers first hand what being human is like and observing life up close. it was like being inside a newborn’s mind.

then again, maybe the reason i was consumed by the story is because i am a sucker for deep-dark-tragic-love-stories. any story that gives me that familiar feeling.

what can i say? this book already had me at book cover.

duper moon


i decided to take the route i rarely take on my way home from town one night and noticed this big moon seemingly watching me closely. i couldn’t help but pull over and stare on what gave me an ambivalent feeling.

ah the moon… it is supposed to be closer to earth every 18 years. there is nothing special about it, except that it looks bigger… and yes freaky.

i could not decide whether i am falling for it, or hating it, or fearing the speculative link it has to natural disaster given that just few days before supermoon showed up earthquakes and tsunami are in the news.

nevertheless, i was in trance. i sat and watched its magnificence for as long as i was alone in that bay parade and enjoyed thinking about nothing.

flatter me

i am no siren, nor i effortlessly beguile any man of my liking. yet i had my share as a receiver of such playful overture and with that in note, hence this writing..


batting eyelashes.
a singled out handshake.
transfixed gaze. with half smiling lips.
the unmistakable toying fondness on your tone.
tickled even my grumpy bones.

i acted rather coyly.

then again. am just a girl. these kind are just my guilty pleasures.

for a moment there i thought i had perfect long curly hair and bod of 35-25-35.

summer love

a fling. barakada hook ups. drinkies. road trips. a first homecoming. family affairs. the summer that was…

i want you to stay with me but without a choice i am forced to move on…

come gloomier days, specially now with all this nature outburst…

i will be rooting for you summer…

for now i will have to dance with whatever music life plays…

and find peace in knowing soon… summer, you will find your way back to me…