Oliver

It’s over. She’s gone.

Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
someone buds goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet
only to lose in the end? There are
questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
loved left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you’ll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end
of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that’s the way love goes.
That’s the drama, the bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, noting is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come
not a single spy but in battalion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of you heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
you take always reminds you of her.
It’s like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world
becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are a billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.

I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art,
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes
a little push on out part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories end with
"…and they lived happily ever after."

Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It’s something we can’t control,
something we had to live up.

It’s over.
She’s gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken.
Letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

Just went out early lately from the office and glad to see
the early sun in a blazing afternoon. I almost forgot the things that I would
be doing on those moments of freedom. As if I was like a little rocket just got
out from the F-86 Sabre Fighter Plane ready to strike whatever that gets on his
way. While on my way to Cebu City, I am so glad to see the ol’ Mactan Bridge
looks dazzling on the midday Sun. Love to feel the afternoon breeze changing
the mood of anxiety and pressure and it seems that I am going in a vacation for
a very very short time. I went to the drive thru and ordered something for my
lunch that I almost forgot and these are one of those rare moments wherein you
get to appreciate the food that shoves in your mouth and love every moment of
it. It is so good to be free!

Things like these are very scarce lately and experiencing these things makes
life easier and better.  And you tend to forget everything that you left
and forget all the people that you met and forget all the things that you did
and shedding all those stuffs makes you even better and lighter. ‘Just a handful of them’ I would always say ‘just
a handful of them…’

A liquor in my hand, I can’t understand
Evening dewdrop of confusion has finally  sinking in
Where will life be heading?
Would it be fate that would just come in or you just have to work for it?

A lot of people would always tell you to have this and that.
Inorder for you to be like this or that.
But what if you would end up like this or what?
Would you be happy just like this or that?!
Think again.

Too much thinking could dull a simple life.
That’s why you have to think again.

Life has full of different meanings, different twists and angles.
Different ways of understanding it and confusions with it.
Different ways of analyzing and solving each trials.
And in the middle of it, simplicity is much more needed.

These things are all running inside my head right now.
Could this be a part of those analytical stupidity moronic portrayal of whatever?
Can’t even understand what I am really trying to imply right now.
But whatever that is… maybe I should think again.

If there’s one thing that we lack at this moment, I should say it is numbness.
We sometimes need to acquire apathy to just anything.

Three cadavers for a Diamond?
How precious are those things compared to a dazzling creation?
Would you embrace costly death rather than a free heaven?
That’s what I call numbness.

Three Cadavers for a Diamond…
What am I really talking about?
Maybe you should read again.

Just when you thought that things will be better.
And everything will just pass by.
And when you thought that everything are just temporary.
But no matter how many times you come to think of it, it will never happen.

Just when you thought that you were great and fire could never hurt you.
Not even demons could flick a skin from you.
And everythings seems to be alright and you thought you were better.
But no matter how many times you come to think of it, it will never happen.

A handful of vultures striding right infront of you.
Waiting for your knees to fall.
And when they thought that you would…
It will never happen

Each day you mark them one by one.
Each day you put a number
You put a tag and a small sketch for you to remember
You categorize them…
Each one of them…

Funny how things came so fast, as if the whole week is just a matter of hours and a month is just days. Funny how things will change you in a matter of months and the world will be different in your own perspective. Funny how many times that you left those things out and it grows like thorny flowers that sticks to your ass all throughout the week. You can just imagine how different life it would be stuck in a four walled corner of living hell, beating the crap out to your head and bashes you each tick of your time. Funny how people pushes you around like you’ve never been pushed before and keeps on pushing you like there’s no place to go but to face them one by one. You will never be the same once you will get out from those mess and changes you forever. Funny how people are so different when they are in and once they comes out from those tiny holes, you would see them one by one as if you have seen their bones sticking out through their tongue. Funny how life is too short with the average lifespan of 70years and then you’ll vanished.

Funny, how he could fix your hair, if you know what I mean…

He started like nobody. Drifting under the shadows of his nightmares and torn him apart . He doesn’t have any idea where will he be heading. Crackling leaves under his feet seems unbearable to hear like nuisance through his head.  How can everything be so wrong and yet he have done almost everything he could think of. How can bitterness has gained its leverage with so much force that it can never be forgotten. Death seems so purely and utterly remembered on how vivid it would be overcast by its past. Like another time tilting Demon ready to watch his falldown and never to return again to its knees, crippled. Dejected…

How can the myth of pure pain has given up its pure meaning and has become reality? Each eyes have seen his turning point and almost forgotten his early glorious days when time has full of compassion and love. (…to be continued)

Came home this morning around 2am. Whew! It was my first time for so many years, watching bands in concert just like the good ol’ days of Artist Daiz.  It was really a very successful event which was hosted by Angela Calina and featuring great local bands in flesh such as The Ambassadors, Still, Island Joe, Squall and bands who’s been giving fame and prestige for the Cebuanos to prove that we rock better than those people above (sorry for being biased).  Of course Cebuano’s very own electronica duo, in which I forgot their names but they gave me goose bumps on their dreamy sound and music and fills the air in between bands which would take you out from reality to hard reality (um…what the hell im talking about?).

I saw some old time friends from The Ambassadors, Jairus of Sheila and the Insects, Chris V formerly Anthill Mob - who’s now currently directing the new video clip of Dice and K9’s Shake, Akit of Power Spoonz,  and of course my good ol’ buddies MTV Hits Cebu second placer of Battle of the Bands competition… HASTANG.

They rocked the whole disco haus with their original songs which will be included on their debut album coming out this year and made some great and hard rocking tunes. You can just feel how Mark hit the drums and together with his smashing new set up of cymbals and make the whole haus tremble with loud bangin’ noize, that’s a stomach filler for only a glass of coke. Guiless and Roy gave a great contribution to their undeniably stunning performance that makes everybody in the haus forgot to sip their coke and gulped their beers without moving an inch from their seats. And of course the jaw-dropping and stunningly admirable Tessa, the voice.

Those stuffs happened in just one night event PLAN B Indiependence Day….

Ohh I almost forgot to mention……Fast Pitch and URBANDUB… great, they are…..