Somewhere Only We Know

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

[break]

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Falling inlove with Macro

What's in a name

I met someone named Timestocles today, i was at odds on how to pronounce it, so i decided to ask what's the story behind that name.  It turned out that it was not a family thing, i even ask if there was a junior, just in case, thankfully there was none.  There ends the line for Timestocles.  Thanks God.

It is believed that your name can shape your destiny.  This may have some ring of truth to it, but it is still up to you on how you'll manage and live your life.  If you're stuck with a not-so-nice name, don't be sad, instead make the most of what you've got and work from there.  As the saying goes, we are the  makers of our own destiny.  So no worries Timestocles, it's just a name anyway. :)

Wedding Rush

For a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, you might think that I am a sucker for anything connected to weddings.  Not really.  Don't get me wrong, i like what they represent, but not the "drama" attached to them.  I just don't get why you have to spend a lot of hard-earned money on a wedding dress that will only be worn once, or that you have to feed the whole barangay, or that you have to dance to the tune of "pantomina" which is way too old fashioned for my taste by the way. 

Wouldn't it be nice if it could just be you, your partner, and the priest?  What's important is, you love that person and you want to spend the rest of your lives together.  Focus on that.  The wedding ceremony should just be the one to seal it, the icing on the cake, and not the other way around. In this day and age, plus our current economy, we can't afford to be mindless spenders. Just keep this words in mind when planning a wedding: solemnity, simplicity, and fun.  Just a thought. :)

Pag-ibig by Kitchie Nadal

Hindi mo malimutan kung kailan nagsimulang
Matuto kung papa’no magmahal
At ‘di mo malimutan kung kailan mo natikman
Ang una mong halik, yakap na napakahigpit
Pag-ibig na tunay hanggang langit

A Shutter's Click

A lifelong passion finally fulfilled.  Now, it can be told that i am not just a model but an excellent photographer as well, hahaha.. in my dreams :) but maybe, if i give it time and practice more, i can be what i've always wanted to be, a banker by profession, and a professional photographer by heart :)

I've always wanted to tell my stories through pictures, but i was too focused on my day job, was too burned out and too tired to try anything new.  But after pushing the refresh button in my life, one of the promises i made to myself is that i would make time to pursue and follow my dreams, and thanks to Soling, facebook, and the organizers of the photography workshop, a lifelong dream became a reality.  To quote one of the speakers in the workshop, "A passion without action is nothing.."

using my point and shoot camera, macro enabled:)

NOT FOR SALE

Here we are
Face to face
Who would have ever believed we could
End up in this place
You and I
We've come so far

And darlin' though
You're amazed
That I keep on loving you more everyday
But there's something I want you to know

Even if all my dreams should come true
Even if I should fail
I made you a promise
So don't you worry
This soul is not for sale
Not for sale

You're the one
When it rains
Who I can run to for cover
And comfort from my pain
And bloom like a rose in your sun

And we hold on
To what is real
Not willing to sacrifice this love that we feel
Cause we know where our joy comes from

Even if all my dreams should come true
Even if I should fail
I've made you a promise
So don't you worry
This soul is not for sale

Baby it's not for sale

Falling Into You

you are the air that i breathe,

the song i sing, the music i play

you are in the core of my being

a force of life that pulsates through my blood,

a presence i can't do without

and i love you, with a love that knew no bound

with a fervor that my heart rules, and my soul aches

i love you, as i live life with ardor

a love chisseled in the course of my fate,

a passion written in my destiny...

i know that even life itself is without pleasure
if i hadn't known the innocence of your sweet caress,
the depth of your love, and the sparkle of those eyes

i am floating.. soaring..
to a vast, unfathomable bliss
of heaven itself

Hope Springs

      
       Just this morning, as I was about to ride a three-wheeled motorcycle to work, a little boy, about 7 years of age, offered his seat to me, not minding if he would ruffle his uniform, or that he'll be a bit uncomfortable sitting on that metal railing. He just did what he felt was the right thing to do.  I didn't took his seat though, I just smiled, touched his arm, and said the sweetest, most appreciative thank you i could ever utter.
       I was impressed.  Young as he is, he was quite chivalrous.  I applaud his parents for raising such an outstanding boy with great values.  They're not that common nowadays.
       In this so-called new generation we are in, where technologies rule over our everyday lives, where calling their parents by their first name is the "in" thing, where cursing seems to be a second language.. I've seen a little spark of hope. With the right attitude and proper guidance from the "older" generation, there is a chance for our future generation after all.

Hopelessly Hopeful

I am the kind of person that often associates songs to my day to day experiences, through its ups and downs, high and low moments, and my most favorite, my (ehem) love life. Let me just say for the record, that there's a song for everything in my life.

I am a proud romantic, a hopeless one at that, no let me correct that, I'm more of the hopeful type, a hopeful romantic. The likes of REO Speedwagon, the Rembrandts, Bread, Richard Marx, Peter Cetera, APO Hiking Society, Meja, Ingrid Michaelson..just to name a few, has made my life more colorful, more liveable, much more meaningful.

But if it weren't for this special person, this songs would mean nothing, lifeless, meaningless...
You have colored my world with your laughter, your wit, your humor...
You gave me a reason to hope, to dream..
You gave me the drive to strive to be a better person
You gave me courage and confidence..
You taught me how to give and love, unconditionally, no limits, no boundaries...
With you by my side, I know I can do anything, I am something, I am invincible...

The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson

BEING 7

It's my 7th birthday! I am a lady now, i mused, i have my new dress, new shoes, polished ponytail, and a new watch which i had been wanting for as long as I could remember.  I feel like a grown-up now, oh an orange balloon! i want that, that's mine, but a cousin was taking it away... i rushed to my mama and told her about my balloon, but she told me that there are still a lot of balloons left, that i should just let my cousin be..No, i want that balloon, I uttered, i was the one who requested that color, this is my party! As i was complaining, a tear rolled down my cheek, as i wiped it, another one fell, and boy, do they roll fast.  I heard myself cry, or wail if you must, and it became louder and louder... My mama was quite embarassed as aunts and uncled were asking her what was wrong with me...I couldn't care less, I want that balloon, so much for being a grown-up, oh well, maybe next year. :)