Never-ending Horizon

Gloomy. Lonely.

I feel isolated whenever I see the horizon. I want to run and go beyond it. When I see the horizon, I feel like I don’t belong here. I want to go further and let my feet touch the lands past the horizon I see.

Isolation. I hate this feeling. What should I do to get past that line that stretches between me and the great places beyond it? Until when would I keep running to meet the horizon?

Wishes. Hopes. Dreams. The things I cling to. I wish to get a glimpse of the places beyond. I hope to feel the cool winds of distant lands. I dream to touch a snowflake and a handful of sand in a desert.

Until when? How? Where will my dreams take me? I don’t know. But I know that one day, I must go beyond the horizon.

London: My Dream City

I was eight years old when I got a glimpse of this wonderful city on television. Lady Diana’s death was all I could hear about in the news for the whole week (for the month, perhaps; I was too young to remember). Lady Diana’s life was being featured almost everywhere and London was almost always at the backdrop of every article I read and news I saw on TV. What happened to her was really tragic but (sorry to say this) I was thrilled to see a city where I want to live in, a city that has this certain pull on me. I fell in love with London from the moment I caught sight of it.

I hope that someday I will get the chance to visit this magnificent city. I already have a list of things to do when I set foot on my dream city.

I will definitely board a red double-decker bus when touring the city. The upper deck, of course! That would be awesome!



When travelling to more distant places, I will try the tube! 


I will also ask a local to drive me from one end of the Tower Bridge to the other. I may be bossy but I guess the Brits will understand my love for their capital city.


Oh, and I will never forget to ride a car of the London Eye!


And have a picture of me with the Houses of Parliament in the background. 😀


Of course,these moments will never be complete if not shared. When I get the chance to be in London, I will surely drag the love of my life with me. 🙂 Attention, Jeffrey Jay Gonzales. Would it not be nice to have a picture of us taken in London? Like this one? (Awwww!)



I wish I have money to realize this dream of walking on the streets of London. But a plane ticket from Manila to London alone will cost me all of my savings!

Last Night, I Dreamed I Was an Actress

Yes, I did. In a horror movie.

I blame this poster that is being displayed outside our office yesterday.

No, I was not the monster in the dream. I was the one haunted by this lady ghost that came out of the book I just read. In the dream, I said that the author of the book is Stephen King (which strengthened my suspicion that the poster was indeed the culprit).

In the dream, I was inside a house, which I have never seen in real life, reading a book in a corner of the living room. The house was small, dusty and made of wood. It was already dark outside when I finished reading the book. When I looked at the window, the lady in the book was staring at me from outside! It scared the living hell out of me I woke up sweating and my heart was pounding in my ears. Luckily, I don’t scream after having a bad dream.

Serendipity

I may not have the guts to tell you personally
But deep inside, my heart yearns to say this, honestly
That you are all I need to keep me going
And I will always thank God for giving you to me as a blessing.
I want to tell you that I am missing you
Each day is a torment, without you I fee distracted
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say
Now I know it’s true, as I’m thinking about you night and day.
I can’t anymore imagine life without you
Each day with you is a dream come true
You are the only person I want to share my life with
‘Tis my ultimate desire; I pray that God will not forbid!
You are the one I want to wake up with in the morning
The one I want to watch TV with in the evening
You are the one I want to cuddle with in the night
Hope you won’t get mad if I won’t stop hugging you tight.
You are the one I am sharing my secrets with
The only man who knows every naughty thing I did;
I love it when we talk about anything under the sun
I can’t help but smile when I remember all the fun.
I love you when you make me laugh by making a funny face
A smile from you completes my day and clears all the haze
I love you when you complain about my childish demands,
Yet in the end, you give in, like a lion turning into a lamb.
I love the way you care for me when I am sick
I love you when you listen attentively when I speak
I love you when you cook “sardinas” with egg
And any other dishes I would beg
Chefs may be professionals, but for me you are the best!
In you I found everything I am looking for in a guy
I did tell you I love your eyes, didn’t I?
And I love that tiny spot on the tip of your nose
Prince William may be handsome but it is still you I will choose.
I love your pointed nose and your rosy skin
I want to tell you I love your body, please don’t get thin!
I love you red lips, your strong eye brows and your shiny hair
And you big, soft hands holding mine, letting me know you care.
I love it when we share each other’s thoughts
When we listen to each other when there are problems to solve
Yes, we have arguments sometimes, yet we are not afraid to struggle
The years that passed show that there is nothing we cannot handle.
Oh, how happy we shall be, sharing our lives ’til we grow old
Making a home and raising children of our own
Things may not turn out as we planned them to be
We will face all odds, supporting each other lovingly.
Through all these, I just want to let you know
That whatever life may bring
As long as you and I are together
We make a good team.
-dedicated to the love of my life, Jeffrey Jay.