Where Rainbows End

I couldn’t begin to collect my thoughts, much more to put them into words and describe how I feel. One thing I am very sure of is that the eyes can be a tear factory just by reading a stack of papers bound together on the side (or in my case, a really heavy electronic material brilliantly engineered by the people who love their apples). I wouldn’t make things complex. As you know, I was reading a book (or an epub will do too) entitled Where Rainbows End, and it’s not a guideline about finding a pot of gold or how to avoid leprechauns when you’re there. It’s about stages of life in a few people’s perspective. I can only share what I learned, as I do not want to spoil anyone from having to experience living somewhere, re-living dreams, going places by your imagination, and be surprised by different twists (you name it).



Perfect picture ever. Can’t wait for the movie by the way!


All I can say is that life is a novel. It has different chapters, each is a bridge to deliver a better and meaningful plot. Chances are lost. New opportunities are found. People come, and so we eventually have to bid farewells to those who chose not to stay. There will be a few people in your life who will stick until the end, be sure to not take them for granted. Sucking in life from time to time is not that bad if you think of it. Just like what the guy next door imprints, “Mistakes are the portals of discovery” ;). You’re never too old to learn and educate yourself. And as for love in this story (Since it’s a romance novel), I would compare it to a moon viewed by an observer from the earth, it has different phases. Each one may be distinct from one another but the composition is the same thing. Only viewed in different perspectives (Oh what price I would pay to actually make sense of what I always wanted to say). I couldn’t say any more for I still want someone to discover what I had.

P.S Live your life and make it count. Can I get a hallelujah.




The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Book Review)

“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time…”

You may think that our life ends when we die, but this books says no, it does not end like that. After death, comes the start of a new adventure. We all thought that heaven is just a single place, beautiful, and serene like the heaven version of the Wisteria Tunnel in Kitakyushu Japan, or more like Salar De Uyuni in Bolivia after the rain. But heaven is what you least expect it to be. In this world, everyone has a different version of their heaven, and it’s not an island in the Caribbean.

This book says you will meet five people that waits for you in heaven and each one has a story to share that somehow altered your life forever. Each one to tell you the role you played in their life and in earth when you were alive.

I’ve never really cried so hard just by reading a book. This book did not only made me teary eyed but somehow left a heavy feeling inside me, though in a good way which being inspired and moved is the aftermath.

This is a very good book and I recommend it for you to read!

To: The one who got away

I thought of writing you a song, but everything that we have been through can’t be summed up in a 4 minute melody.

There’s a problem with me. I can’t stop thinking about you. It is bad because we went our separate ways eons ago. I think it is the problem of being young and in love, we grow up, and we grew apart. Although, I still can remember everything like it was just yesterday. Every little thing is like crystal, it’s is so clear to me that it fucking hurts because I can’t move on, while you are probably having the time of your life. It fucking hurts because you found someone to take care of you while I chose to stay broken, like a mirror shattered into million pieces. Even if you glued the pieces altogether, it is still ruined. It can’t be fixed because there are gaps missing. It’s funny how I resemble my feelings to a mirror, but somehow, it fits in. I was frightened, you know. I was terrified to fall out of love, because that is how it always ends up for me. So I pushed you away, hoping that isolating myself from you would make me feel safe and protected. Well, guess what? It didn’t. I just feel abandoned and vulnerable. I tried to fix everything, to get back to where it all started, to you, thinking maybe we all deserve chances, and this is mine. So, I undo what I’ve done trying to forget you, but it’s too late. Of course, it’s always too late. This is not a Sandra Bullock movie where Keanu Reeves waited for 2 years and got the girl. Sadly, my reality can’t be produced to a movie because it sucks, so no one will watch it. I guess, you already made up your mind and realized, you’ve waited long enough and it’s time for you to move on, to finally be happy. I do not blame you though. I can’t blame you for everything that has happened with our story. You deserve this. You deserve a break and you deserve the girl. It is me who is so complex and complicated that I can’t even determine what I really want. But now, I know that it’s with you, it burdens me because it will never happen.  I am not a timelord, like the doctor, who can travel through time and space, save the universe and get the girl, or in my case, the boy.

Don’t get me wrong, this letter doesn’t mean that, I do hope one day, when the time is right, maybe, just maybe, we will find our way back to each other. This letter may sound pathetic especially to those people who knew our story, but I gave up caring. I just don’t have another space in my mind that can accommodate what other people may think. Nevertheless, this is a letter of thank you and farewell. I am grateful that I had the chance to know you. You now, are a part of me that will never be forgotten because you came into my life, and somehow, altered it forever. I hope you won’t forget about me too. And farewell, my friend, my dearest, I can’t live my life like this, always thinking about you. I read this song stanza from a book, it says, “You either have the feeling or you don’t.” We all know that I can’t have this feeling, so one way or another; this letter will serve as a reminder to let you go and hoping never to look back, ever again.

P.S. I won’t hope that you’re happy, I know that you are, and I am glad that you are.

What Disney Princesses taught me:


No one has that perfect hair. NO.

When I was young I love watching Disney movies, specially the princess movies. Don’t get me wrong, but I still do. I always dreamed of becoming a princess, to meet my knight and shining armor, the prince charming that will save you from the evil witch who turns out to be your step-mother. I even wondered if how many frogs I should kiss to find that perfect man that will make my dreams come true. Or should I pretend to be sleeping for a lot of days and months, expecting that a handsome prince will wake me up, and then we will live in a beautiful giant castle and experience happily ever after. Then I grew up and I realized that these things are all BULLSHIT. The fuck? For all of my life I’ve been told this lie that I am a damsel in distress and one day a prince will save me from my miseries. These stories should be banned you know.

Disney movies taught me to be hopeless romantic, to believe in true love and you go dancing and prancing in the rain and people wouldn’t suspect of you being bonkers. The person you’ve been wanting that will be the perfect match for you, and once you set your eyes on them, you’ll feel this deep connection and you become soulmates. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Welcome to the real world, princess. Unfortunately, there are no happy-ever-afters here; if it does exist then I will be with my first love, but no. Relationships go up and down, and being committed to someone, you have to compromise. You don’t want to find the prince charming that lives in a castle who will give you all you want. In the real world, the closest thing to a prince charming is Bill Gates and a sugar Daddy. I wouldn’t want that, why would I? And so, I somehow stopped these delusions that, one day, my prince will come and save me. True love is not being star crossed lovers, like Romeo and Juliet. They do not exist! If you say you are, then you should go kill yourself. It’s the only way you could be like them. All I want to say is that, be realistic with love. Not all love is going to end up with happiness, sometimes, there is pain, heartaches and too much drama, but like I said, you need to compromise. Now that is realistic.

P.S. Save your kids, don’t let them watch Disney movies.