Welcome Year 2012

Happy New Year to all.
Spending time on new year's eve alone,
Is something couldn't been proud of.
Alone and lonely, what a heck!..

Moments like this, a family like mine was supposed to be one,
With all those foods and fruits prepared on center table.
In my thoughts, I could picture out still
How the four of us bade farewell to the passing year
And as well, welcomed the coming year.

The moment a coming year stepped on our door,
We immediately gathered in the dining to do our yearly tradition.
A tradition wherein my father will make one slice on one of the fruits,
He then make one bite then pass on to my mother for another bite,
This time a bite will be come from me then the rest of that fruit
Shall be finished by my younger sister followed by a kiss for each.
This is our way of wishing us lucks and holding us tight,
For a peaceful whole year round as one.

Now is different, our family became bigger.
Things weren't like they were before.
My sister with her husband and their baby
Will spend their new year's eve alone and do their own tradition.

What makes it sad, we all spend our new year's eve alone.
My mother in the Philippines, while my father in Dammam, Saudi
And me here alone and lonely in this foreign land Taiwan.
I miss you my homeland, I'll be back soon
To spend the next new year's eve with you...

Moving On

When I look back
On the dreams I left behind;
Buried there in all my thoughts
It is you I always find.


I don't think that you think of me
You're with someone who made you laugh now.
Just only it hurts as always been,
I tried to win but unfortunately didn't work then.


Time, offered me chances to get over.
And this place, gave me opportunities
To move on and find better life,
Better than What would I have may be,
 at your side...


This time, I'm letting you go.
I must get on with my lfe.
Move on, keep on...
And build a home of my own.


This would be my greatest ambition...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ihq9l6cWB4

Isla Alegre

My hometown in Cebu is known as "Isla Alegre" in our own dialect which literally means a
Fun Island. People who were strangers or just moved in the place may have had in their
thoughts that there would be lots of fun and enjoyable moments as they claimed that the
residents were happy-go-lucky and seemed no worries at all.

As one of the resident, way back when I was young who started to understood things began to
wondered that how was my little hometown been known as "Isla Alegre"? I even asked the
elders and they just smiled at me without any word. Poor little lady...

With those years, at my very young age have had seen unpleasant events in my place. I
remembered one morning, there was this guy named Mier with his goons approaching nearly in
our own little store. Mier was my very first man who lived and rented my mind and heart
that time. I could still felt how my heart throbbed with sweaty palms everytime i got a
chance came closer to him. Yes, I got a huge crush on him. He was the first man in my
dreams. I was alone then since my parents went downtown. So, I handed him a case of SMB
(beer) as he requested then he smiled and said " Please add it to my credits, beautiful".
That phrase still rings on my ears.I felt mad of myself then for I was already told and
warned by my mother not to give Mier anything without paying it. But I didn't had a choice
with all his goons at the back and exposed guns, wheew! not to mention my feelings for him.
Our place was known scary to many because of him. No new faces could be found without
passing his territory where he could do anything.

On that afternoon of the same day, When I was about to close our store, I was stunned with
my knees trembled outside our door when I saw Mier appeared right before my eyes as he
kneeled down in pain with a continous blood flowed from his body. A stranger came from
nowhere and hit Mier to death. Yes, I had just witnessed such kind of brutality.
I was shocked and stood still for several minutes until that stranger disappear. Thank God,
that man did not waste his time to hurt me for I saw everything he did. A crowd filled the
crime scene as they took out Mier out of my sight. And for the last time I took one last
glance at him as he was carried by familiar faces. I saw them passed a hard rain under the sampaloc
tree near his residence. I didn't knew if I hallucinated on something, I cleared my eyes to
see clearly the rain under the tree as I wondered, why on earth I didn't felt even a single
drop of rain from where I stood? I took a deep breath as I realized and pained that it was my
heart who cried like rain that day while the people in my neighborhood felt relieved and
free that finally our little hometown would be all ready in peace and joy as it named.

Mier has been gone years ago but his memories stayed with me and served as my strength to
move forward to the right man waiting for me at the end of the line on the right time and
at the right place.

Still The One For Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHHsKL4KLiE

Dance with the Music

I hide the rhyms in me for years.
Chances from nowhere, I heared the same rhyms up in the air.
In thoughts, I danced with you the way it should be.
Hoping these dreams would be in front of me.

I drowned myself into this fantasies.
And risked my all for your sympathy.
Again, we danced the music the way it should be.
And sadly, a shadow hit me as I realized,
That the woman you are with was not me.

Without hesitation, I run and fly high.
No more reasons could be formed for pretensions and lies.
Something from within been screwed and hurt.
To leave was the best to mend the pieces you left.

Till this time, in this foreign land.
You haunt me still and play the rhyms I run by.
How can I be whole again if you keep on playing the false alarm.
Oh man stop it, If your my friend this time let me hear another
   rhyms and dance with the right one.