On Game Over

I guess this is it
You guys crossed each other's paths
Unexpectedly

Nothing I can do
But to continue living
A life without you.

On Reality

Ahh reality
Slowly you are crushing me
Oh well, that is life.

On Mr Miles Away

When I think of you
A shiver goes down my spine
When I think of you
I feel our souls intertwine

When I think of you
I wish we are together
When I think of you
I know my love will last forever

When I think of you
I wish I could give you a passionate kiss
When I think of you
My heart is filled with happiness

When I think of you
I feel my emotions flow
How I think of you
I only hope that you know

On May 15, 1995 Entry

Plenty of people are playing with us again. You know I'm gonna miss this place. Why? Because the air is fresh, the stuff is cheap and my grandmother loves me.

Such a simple entry that brought back memories from my childhood. The entry above was written after the fiesta. When I was younger I always went to the province for the feast of the Santa Cruzan. After the novena we usually played with the other kids. Patintero and Monkey Monkey were the common games. Since the feast was finished it meant summer vacation was almost over and it also meant that the time to go back to Manila was around the corner.

I miss how every summer we had a mini reunion. People from Davao and Manila traveled to Cebu for the fiesta. Despite how many we were everything was always prepared upon our arrival from the towels to the choice of soap. All these was made possible because of Lola. I knew what love is through her and her simple act of kindness. I miss you Lola.

On Writing

Huwow! I started writing at a young age. Reading what I wrote made me laugh. Nakakatuwa the things I was occupied with. Mostly I wrote stuff I did during the day and what I was looking forward to the next day or week. In fairness, I was a dedicated writer. I rarely skipped a day and whenever I did mayroon pa akong sorry nalalaman.

My style of writing was not spectacular but after 10 years those simple sentences made me smile. Those 3 diaries showed my progress over the decade may it be in writing or in the occurrences I experienced during my childhood. Those 3-5 sentences I scribbled each day inspired me to write again, thus this entry. I realized that writing need not be intellectual or witty. The important thing was I got to express and share whatever I wanted.

Cheer to writing!