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I like cancelled plans and missed trips.

I like the idea that not getting what you want is another stroke of luck.

I like finding something nice while looking for something else.

I like the flipping of the page to start a new chapter.

I like being awestruck in the moment.

I like the paling of the sky promising a new beginning.

I like watching the rain skittering down the window.

And feel the chrysalism I gain out of it.

I like walking on damped sideroads.

I like the astrophe I feel as I walk along.

And the petrichor I smell arousing from the wet grass.

I like bookshops’ vellichor.

And quiet coffee shops’ anemoic atmosphere.

I like this hypothetical conversation that I keep rolling in my mind.

I like being lost in ambedoic trancé as images from a distant past slowly yet, undeniably surface back in my mind.

I like having flight of thoughts.

I like the unsettling awareness of my own heartbeat.

I like to gambol on the staircase.

And to lilt in the kitchen.

I like my unkempt hair with over-worn pajamas.

I like empty boxes and scattered pens.

I like words and writing them.

I like silence.

I like space.

I like simplicity.

I don’t know why but I like not knowing why.

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Posted by on March 26, 2017 in Lyrics of Life


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SUNDAY POST : Unforgettable

SUNDAY POST : Unforgettable

sunrise on AyalaI ALWAYS GIVE MY MIND a break every Sunday.  I tend to let go of negative emotions I got from the past week.  I relieve myself from stress.  I do things I wanna do and most of the time I just binge on anything under the sun, anything I could think of and feel of doing which are completely irrelevant at all.   Well, for most of the time, it’s the time I just sit on a computer at home do nothing but throw blogs all over the net and speed myself up on anything I could ever find over the widest information superhighway.  For sometimes, it’s also the time for me to reminisce on an event that occurred the past week, run a thought on how my life goes, and make endless plans for the next week which are usually too grandiose to come true.

BUT TODAY, I’M WRITING for an event that happened so quickly yet changed my whole life eventually.  It’s an event that touched my heart, woke my soul up and even for so how many years would pass, I know, this one, I can never forget.  This is an event that’s so close to my heart.  It lingers on all corners of my soul and always reminds me not to give up for I’m already here.  I just have to keep moving for there’s still a very long way to walk ahead.

IT’S THE FIRST TIME I experienced sunrise in this big city.  Ever since I got here, I haven’t seen it as beautiful as having it on the long Ayala Avenue in Makati where I I’ve been working since I got here.  It’s the beauty of the city with all of its tall buildings yet with less cars and just simply invited me to keep walking ahead for there’s still a lot in there that awaited me.  Yes, it’s that time that I got out of the building from my graveyard shift and welcomed the Good Friday sunrise.  For some, it’s lonely and depressing for there were only few vehicles passing through the avenue that’s known to be always busy and never sleeps.  It was a Roman Catholic holiday and most employees were on a long vacation but for us, working on Call Centers?  We never know what holidays are.  All we know are our moving shifts, our endless extra hours and our undying calls.  But for me, this day was so glorious for of all days I ever had, it happened to fall on Good Friday where I experienced the feeling I’ve always wanted to feel for months then.  It was a glorious Friday where I surely felt the placidity of the whole city, no blowing of horns at any corner, the cold soft breeze that run through my sleeves and the morning light that’s so inviting and just simply spoke on its behalf.

ON THIS DAY, I LEARNED to appreciate mornings.  On this day, I realized that mornings are my most effective therapy.  Well, in oppose to my depression, since I truly hate sunsets for they’re really depressing, it’s sunrise that I’ve been patiently waiting for most of the days since that day I experienced it in Ayala.  Everything was so much like yesterday for me though this picture was actually taken last April of 2010.

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Posted by on February 18, 2013 in Lyrics of Life, Sunday Posts


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