Reminiscing

Just want to share the message sent to me by Cris, once loved and adored by me.

If Tomorrow is not Promised

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there,
they serve some sort of purpose,teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are and who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be:
your neighbor, child, long lost friend, lover or even complete stranger, who when you lock eyes with them you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in someprofound way.

And sometimes, things happen to you and at the same time they seem painful and unfair, but in reflection, you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realized your potential strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck.Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved straight flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable but utterly pointless.

The people you meet who affect your life and the successess and downfall you experienced create who you are, and even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again.

Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen, let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high.... Hold your head up because you have every right too. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.You can make your life anything you wish.Create your own life and then go out and live in it.

"Live Each Day As If It Were Your Last.... Tomorrow Is Not Promised."


To Chris, I still love you. Thanks for the love that you have reciprocated.Although short lived, it's worth reminiscing.

Paulo Coehlo once mentioned in his novel Veronika Decides to Die, "Nothing Happens by Chance".
Chris, you came into my life, not by chance but because it is destined that we meet,hehehe.

I really missed you dude. Keep rocking!!!!!!!!!

Henna Tattoo

I'm on leave yesterday. I have done something which made my head spin. I guess, drinking is nature's vengeance to people who resorts to alcohol when they meet.
If I were to make a choice, a Venti coffee jelly at Starbucks or a Javanilla at Seattle's Best will do.
One can already talked so many things, from trivial things to indispensable things over a mug of cold coffee. God, I hate the idea of drinking Strong Ice.
Because of the effect of alcohol, I decided that I will just spend the night in Archie's place.
I can't sleep. As if I am seeing a whirlpool, ready to devour me anytime.
It's already 0600H when I woke up, still half drunk but I manage to go home.

Anyway, you would be asking why did I entitled my post Henna Tattoo. Well, I got this real cute tattoo in my left arm. Although it's now fading (well henna tattoo doesn't lasts for months), I can still reminisce the time when I have my arm be marked.We are strolling with my friend at Malate looking for some bars to hang to when we chance upon a tattoo artist. I told my friend, "let's try it. Its painless anyway". After some thoughts, he decided not to do it.His reasons are unacceptable. In the truest sense, he's KJ. Well, I can't do otherwise. It's his choice.....
After leafing through the pages of the tatoo samples, I spotted this cute tattoo, I think an ancient symbol of war, or a coat of arms, I don't know.
It took only less than 10 minutes for the artist to draw and apply dye on the tattoo. He's gifted for freehand drawing.No question......
I have to raise the sleeve of my poloshirt so as not to smudge with the dye applied. It's so weird.Instead of a raised collar, I got a raised sleeve, harharhar.

We entered a bar, just minutes after 12MN. Not yet crowded with people.Maybe still enjoying the time watching free concerts of Bamboo, Sugarfree and Parokya courtesy of Winston Cig.
As the night turn to dawn, more social addicts entered the bar's portal. This is good....
Im busy doing my thing (guess????), when I caught sight of a lean guy, about 5'7 in height rocking the dance floor. A very good dancer indeed. With all the moves and sways done artistically, one can truly fall in love with him.Even my friend was impressed.
I have to dance also, I told to myself.I have to make an impression.To cut the story short, we chatted, and then..........
Till next time guys. I can say, I have one of the best Saturdays or shall I say Sunday in my social life during that time.Thanks Frodo......Hehehe.Kidding.