On a flight to the past
I tug on a chain
That binds my being
To happy stories of pain
I want to run
Want to break free
But I don’t know how
It’s a lock without a key
Now I’m far away
Swept away by a song
My only wish
Is for the shadows to move on
My 2008 was filled with lots of ups and downs, lefts and rights, sad, happy and happier moments. Always, the greatest lesson at the end of every year is gratitude and humility. I cannot be thankful enough for the wonderful year that was, and for the many lessons I’ve learned. 
I’ll save the stories of 2008 for some random day in the future and just share what my family has been doing the past few hours. My mom was watching Harry Potter on DVD, and my dad joined in after watching Pirates of the Carribean upstairs. I and my siblings have been playing online games on the laptop, something silly but nonetheless, you’d never see us this close most of the time, so I’m enjoying it.
Then I took a break from the games to cook ham. I never thought it would be so hard…hehe. My brother helped me after a short while. Now, we’re feasting on ham sandwiches and our house is filled with smoke. Not from the firecrackers, but from the ham which almost burned at the stove. I’m just so happy to be with my family, and my pangga (thru cyberspace)…nothing can top this.
Happy New Year everybody! 
Godbless you all!
…of my ideas will resume one day.
I could rename my drafts folder as Archives because of all the unpublished (unfinished) entries I have there.
I should shape up.
Last May 18, on our trip home from Iba, Zambales, we stopped by a stall on the road to buy some mangoes. We were a good distance away, when I realized that my phone was missing.
I asked that we go back. I know that there was no other place I could’ve left my phone but in the stall we stopped by. I was desperately hoping that no one else pulled over to buy…as that could mean some stranger finding my phone and deciding to keep it; or my phone on the ground being ran over by a parking car. 
But careless as I may be to leave my phone behind, it was still my lucky day.
This was the lady who gave me back my mobile phone. The same woman who sold us mangoes (and gave us free ones to taste ).
She beamed the moment saw our vehicle, and was waving frantically as we took a U-turn. I quickly went down and approached her. She was excitedly telling me about how she heard a noise and found my phone on the ground. We were calling my phone, and the ringing got her attention. She tried to call me back, but my phone battery died. She was hoping we’d come back, and was so happy that we did.
I was happy too! I kept thanking her over and over for keeping my phone (and returning it to me). I actually regret now that I didn’t get to hug her, cause I wanted to hug her so much! I even forgot to ask her name. Luckily, KC took a picture of her. So to show my appreciation, no matter how late, I’m posting a picture of her and telling everyone how kind she is.
I’m glad that good people still exist, because they just have to! All’s well that ends well, just ask Bong.
“flight of ideas…where thoughts move quickly, and it’s impossible to speak/write quickly enough”
Another attempt to write my thoughts. Before, I used to write a lot. I’d have pieces of my thoughts and some doodles on loose paper, at the back of my notebooks, or on my review sheets. I never really had a diary, but I’d write letters and small pocket journals, most of which I started to work on, only to end abruptly.
I’m a thinker and a daydreamer, the type who can get easily lost in thoughts. Some of my friends would say I’m weird, but they’d always listen to me when I speak because I make sense most of the time. I also have a lot to say about my own little passions, like music, arts, and life itself.
Thing is, I just want to start writing again so I can share what I think with other people. My pangga has been very supportive. I know he is pushing me to love it again. He even got me my own domain, the same moniker as that of the other little blogs I’ve started.
So here I am again trying to transform my flight of ideas into string of words, before I even forget them. Another chance I don’t want to waste. Wish me luck!