~ to get wrinkled and all loved up ~

Someday, i wish to see my parents like this…so as my siblings and their spouses, my friends.. me and hon of course.hehehe old and grayed…but definitely happy, contented and loved. 🙂 everyone deserves a soulmate, someone who can whisper–“i want to grow old with you.” 🙂 <kilig> it makes me hopeful to see that future..but for now, 27 is ok. LOL 😀

To Never Grow Up

My teamates and I were talking about the ‘Peter Pan’ Syndrome over lunch. According to wiki, its a pop-psychology term used to describe an adult who is socially immature. In-short, isip-bata. 🙂

I loved Peter Pan while growing up. I watched the animated film over and over again. I watched its sequel, the one with Wendy’s daughter in it, the movie Hook was also a fave, and Tink, of course! 🙂

I envy how he can just get away doing anything he likes in Neverland, never get reprimanded….and  never aged.

And the truth is, we all have Peter Pan Syndrome. At one point in our lives, we were scared to grow up. Scared of responsibilities and commitments. Scared to take chances and failures. Like kids, we want to look at life only in the way we see it presently. That simple. That easy.

But life is not that simple nor easy. It demands us to be responsible, committed and brave. It offers twists, turns and complications beyond our control and understanding. So you either, hold on or let go.

Sometimes, I can’t help but wish to see myself like a kid again. I’d certainly run more miles, climb more trees, find more friends, kiss and hug my parents more in public, dance more, sing out loud, scratch both of my knees and cry a few more buckets. 🙂

When we were little life was not at all complicated, everything was handed in 1, 2, 3. When you need something, someone has to give it you. When you’re glad, you laugh and smile. And when you’re not, you sulk and cry in front of who cares who.

When you mature, you work for what you need, you don’t ask for it. You laugh cautiously. And when you hurt, you put up a brave face.  Hide your hurt and cry alone.

Life for real was not that easy.

But then again, who the heck said it was? No one did.

It is indeed ironic how much we wanted to grow up fast when we were young, yet wishes to be young again when we miss being irresponsible and carefree–like kids.

Peter Pan was always laughing, playing around and flying. He was really cool. 🙂

Maybe being like him sometimes isn’t really that bad. Adulthood was not meant to be feared, we shouldn’t really take it that seriously too, right? 🙂

The world is a happy place if we can think about happy thoughts all the time. Who knows, we might even get a chance to fly.

So, a little advice probably not from Peter Pan, from Wendy maybe:

Life was never easy. Grow up. Accept it. 🙂

toodles kiddos! :))

jump….and fall :)

i fell in love with this song the first time i heard it. 🙂 i love love lady antebellum. the song kindda reminded me of those days when i thought i can never really care again. its good to look back on those times and realized that, i was fine by myself. its ok to be alone…and yet again, falling in love is way ok too..:)

Ready to Love Again

Seems I was walking in the wrong direction
I barely recognized my own reflection, no
Scared of love, but scared of life alone
Seems I’ve been playin’ on the safe side baby
Building walls around my heart to save me, oh
But it’s time for me to let it go.

Yeah, I’m ready to feel now
No longer am I ‘fraid of the fall down
It must be time to move on now
Without the fear of how it might end
I guess I’m ready to love again

Just when you think that love will never find you
You run away but still it’s right behind you, oh
It’s just something that we can’t control

Yeah, I’m ready to feel now
No longer am I ‘fraid of the fall down
It must be time to move on now
Without the fear of how it might end
I guess I’m ready to love again.

So come and find me
I’ll be waiting up for you
I’ll be holding out for you tonight

Yeah, I’m ready to feel now
No longer am I ‘fraid of the fall down
It must be time to move on now
Without the fear of how it might end
I guess I’m ready, ready to love again.

the day my nose ran away…

i hate being sick…gives me the saddest reason to take a break…its especially not-so-fun sniffing around like a lost pup…i need my healthy nose back…and the rest of my body parts too.hahahaha i think i need more wine…i mean lime..=) vitamins please!!!!!!!!!!! i miss you mom!huhu

life’s a beach…

taken in Boracay, Sept 2009

 

badly badly craves for the sand in my feet…

i  desire to be away from hustles and bustles of the big city…

hear nothing but the hush from the ocean…

…sighs from the breeze

…….beat from a local band

i wish to see myself laughing until i cry….

….drinking as if tomorrow i’ll die

i long to feel the sun on my face, the rays on my eyes…

not caring if ill end up toasted…

i’d give anything to see tanned lines and my freckled face again..

i love to jump into the crystal blue abyss of water,

bubbling the air out of my system…

hazing on my fantasies..snapping out of the reality…

just for a while…

i can feel the burn…

i can taste the salt…

its delicious…its gratifying…

i wish id never have to step out of the sea…