I Dreamed


. . . to be your everything.

But how I end up being a “puppet”

and just a thing,

maybe only time and tide

can do the explaining.

YouTube/Zsa Zsa Padilla/I Just Want To Be Your Everything


It Takes


. . . Bill and Hill

to dump the Sill.

. . . Jack and Jill

to conquer the hill.

. . . Romeo and Juliet

to end family ill.

. . . Darcy and Lizzie

to bury two deadly sins.

. . . Bonnie and Clyde

to hold hands while rob and kill.

But these guys don’t have what it takes

to enjoy love this fun:

Thus far, the icing on your nose is the sweetest one

in the whole wide world.





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Blog like how you want to be remembered;
as if it’s always your first and last speech to the world.

Have a great weekend ahead! Thank you. I so love you!

Just me

YouTube/Teri Desiderio/It Takes a Man and a Woman

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A Mountain, a Poem—and that Sense of Gratitude


Bouquet of flowers from my Aloha Sunshine Tours ohana: Thank you Jessica and everyone at AST!


I have not returned any of your generosity for the past two weeks due to a medical condition–forgive me. Thanks for your patience and kind understanding.

Anyhow, I just got discharged from a hospital in Kaneohe. And believe it or not; I am thankful for being there in the past ten days and for lots of reasons:

Topping all, I got to wake up seeing the Koolau Mountain, which is one of the most beautiful things here, in Oahu. Feel free to check it out:

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Next, I met genuinely wonderful people who encouraged and lift me up. We exchanged stories, shared bits of our struggles and our coping plans. I thought it was special. But what I was amazed of really, was in simple activities, we dealt with a great amount of drama in graceful ways.

I also attended therapeutic activities: we got into arts; from coloring to drawing—we collaborated. In the end, I met and bonded with a darling named Idin, a golden retriever, who was so sweet and gentle.

Lastly, the unifying thread in all of these, is the generosity of time well spent to meaningful moments. Although I lose payroll hours and I might not able to keep my job—I am very thankful for this recent confinement for its spiritual worth.

Finally, I love you guys. I am always grateful for your wonderful company–Thank you! I’ll see you in yours shortly.



YouTube/Moon and Stars/Kalapana

Caught Between the Moon and B. C.


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Quick press on home to summon Siri:

“Best of the City,”

From Google to cherished faculties:


degrees in Capilano Bridge at six-thirty,

to find the greenest spot for selfie.

It’s quite a challenge for two ordinary

Orientals to take the best selfies:

One so tall and one too tiny—

stick ain’t gonna work really.

Roasted pistachios, cashews, and hickories

to feed the fur flies at Stanley

and him, who is genuinely happy.

When the violin plays as Gondola reaches Grouse summit,

her joy is brighter than all of the lights in the city.

A walk at cobblestoned Gassy

ended at the clock tower

with busses here and there

—and lots of “crazy.”

YouTube/Burt Bacharach/Arthur’s Theme

Psst Bughaw na Langit


(Courtesy of AllFreeDownload.com)

Ang kahapon natin, daig pa si Ninoy
sa pangangalumbaba.

Isang batang pinagkaitan ng lollipop
at lobo—
Hindi tuloy sya natutong mangarap.
Hindi nya tuloy nalaman
ang pag-asang dala ng bukas.

Isang ibong pinagkalooban ng pakpak
subalit bali mula’t sapul-
kaya’t tanaw tanawan lamang ang paglipad ng iba;
kaya’t pahuni-huni’t

Ano bang meron sila?
May naiwan ba ako sa matres ng nanay ko
Kaya ako ganito?
Bakit ba parang napakalaking kasalanan
Maging ako?
Psst. . . bughaw na ulap,
Sagutin mo nga ako.
Kilala mo naman ako;
Pareho naman tayo.

Line-by-line Translation (Not verbatim)

Blue Sky

Our yesterday is way notorious than Ninoy
in coddling melancholy.

It’s but a child deprived of lollipop
and balloon—
never knowing how to dream;
never knowing
the hope that tomorrow brings.

It’s but a bird born with wings
but fractured ever since—
stuck in Indian sit watching others spread theirs,
softly crying
deep within
constrained of ways and means.

What do they have?
Did I forget anything in my mother’s womb
That I am like this?
Why does it seems so wrong
To be me?
Psst. . . blue sky,
Answer me.
You know me anyway;
We’re the same anyway.

YouTube/We’ve Only Just Begun

Hello Spring


(Thank you Pexel and WordPress!)

You are most awaited

for the colors,

the warmth,

the light and life

you bring.

Bloodroots bloom

in the East welcoming you

while all can’t wait to end snow blues.

Wetland poppies are copycats of daisies—

Azure butterflies are hovering confused.

Rusty, sticky

saps are hanging,

teasing from maple trees

while aphids and leafhoppers

wait for fallen grace so patiently.

New lambs

jump with gusto

too tiny to think of rodeo.

Big Antartica,

be gayo!

Mountains sing

flourishing in hues of green and pink;

While cascading rainbows of tulips,

hydrangeas, and daffodils

groove and stun in fields.

Nature bids farewell

to snows

and winter chills.

Softly Letting Go


Courtesy of TypesofKissing.com

At two-thirty,
very carefully,
I lift the dirty-white blanket
to get up in bed.
I glance a few
making sure
not to disturb you.
I walk to your side,
and sit on the floor
enjoying the view:

in this rarest early morning
when your snoring
has gone AWOL.
I grin coz it’s adorable!
Though the clock
is a relentless irk,
I can’t deny joy:
This, seeing you in peace-
I have not seen
you so at rest
for quite long.

into you still:
to embed
in my eyes,
in my head,
in my mind
every fine line,
every defining curve,
every minute mole
in your face.

I admit
having the second,
the third,
the fourth thought
of letting you go.
But we both know
owns the last
and final word.

In silent tears,
I move closer a little above your ear,
smelling your hair
for one last time.
Kiss is a luxury
parting hearts can’t afford.
So I close my heavy lids
thinking our lips
are rich–
and they indulge.