I Will Be Near You Whenever You Want Me

I heard two voices as I slumbered the night away. One saying to forget you and stop crying. The other is your voice echoing from my nightmare, saying "Sleep now, forget all your fears for I will be near you whenever you want me."

The years are endless but life is short. I got used always being near you, you got used too. But years are caged in a cheap room for two. So that longing can fit somewhere at nights when I stay alone. To count my silences, to hear all the meaningless words that scaped my lips, to remember you saying, "I will be near you whenever you want me."

The fairy tale has ended now as my life begins. Oh, if only your truth was like a lie. What should I do with my life, now that you went back to where you belong that you never left in the first place? I will throw you then in the fairy tale to drown on the dreams that we both weaved. To delude my soul, to believe you again from the beginning. To forget myself again, to start living in our dreams. To believe you when you touch me at nights, when you whisper, when you say "I will be near you whenever you want me...."

Yes, we part ways, but never really went that far.

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My Blunt Existence

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The rhythm of my hand goes well with the drops of ink and with words floating in my brain. I do not have highfalutin words to speak of, instead, the way of my emotions and the labyrinth that my soul’s going through are the ones obliging me to put the significance of other’s life into scriptures. But, ironically, I do not find my life as important as others do consider it. The poetry of contrast the world has offered me evoked my sensations to be involved in its abyss. In there I grew, letting my entirety to be succumbed in angst, chaos, obscurity and insanity. I tried to reach and comprehend what others have to say. But then, when I speak mine, no one dared to listen. So I merely buried myself to the grounds, lips closed, with tranquility by my side.

I let my soul be caged, bleeding with verses of blunt poems. The eternal one brought me to my fallen state, my solitary freedom, where there is only darkness and no recline. He was the one who sent and made me street poet, with holes in my jacket, stones in my shoes and stains of remorse in my spirit. The irony of life, my illusions, false hopes, after thoughts, daydreams, agonies, memories made me a prison of words. And this unspoken prose is my destiny. Though I’ve been rejected repeatedly, sonnets make me the wholeness of my life and makes me hush all these words…… letting my spirit rise again…… to another life yet unlived.

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Are You Ready To Rock His World?

On March 28, 2012, a blog called Colors and Grays came into the blogosphere. A simple blog that tackles almost about anything that cross the mind of a "just-another-blogger".

The blogger playfully titled his first post "Welcome Me". Thanks to Reese of Random Thoughts and Joanne of Joanne's Blog who commented on that post and add some spice unto it.

And now, 9 months later, the blogger behind Colors and Grays is still searching for his place in the blogosphere. With no particular niche on his blog, he still writes anything and everything under the sun and even under the moon and stars.

How time flies swiftly, in 3 months time, Colors and Grays will be celebrating his first Blogiversary.

The blogger already add a countdown widget to remind him that his blog is getting older and yet, it still seems that his blog is going nowhere.

The blogger also added a Top Commentators widget to track those who are kind enough to drop a comment or two in his lowly blog. He plans to give rewards to the Top 3 Commenters on his 1st Blogiversary. And of course, also to encourage a live discussion on every post. lol

Well, that's all for now......... 

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Boom! Boom! Paw! A Year Gained? or A Year Lost?

Boom! Boom! Paw!

Allow me to borrow the song of Black Eyed Peas from their album The E.N.D. Isn’t it ironic? 

Last year passed by like a flash and the new year is here.

For some people, the beginning of the new year is marked by excited countdowns, popping of firecrackers, partying till the wee hours of the morning and dancing.

But for me, it is a time for somber thoughtfulness and self accountability. Instead of partying, I played a flash back of my life back in 2012. I didn’t celebrated the New Year because each year that passes means a year less from my lifetime.....

Each year that passes by is bringing me closer to death....

I know that with each passing year....each passing month....each passing day.....and each passing second... I am that much closer to that inevitable event to my end.

We should always be aware that whatever time has passed will never come back. We should make the most, out of our time, making this world a better place to live in. Or else, we are the losers.

You see, our life is like the pages of a calendar. As the months go by, you flip its pages, never to flip the pages back. Those months that have passed will never come back. Similarly, as the days and weeks and months of our life go by, they too, will never come back. What is gone, is gone.

“Make the most of five things before five others: life before death, health before sickness, free time before becoming busy, youth before old age, and wealth before poverty.”

Yes, it may be simple and brief sentence, but it is so comprehensive and loaded with meaning. Not only does it point out the value of time, but it also points out the importance of its proper utilization during our youth, and health. It urges us to take the initiative, and not to delay good deeds.

Man's life is not free from impediments, obstacles and calamities, which can prevent him from accomplishing what could have been done earlier. However, those who grab available opportunities before being handicapped by obstacles are wise to do such.

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Meet Mok-mok and Mik-mik

Meet Mok-mok and Mik-mik. They are peach-faced lovebirds. And they are the pets of my son Neo.

He has been nagging me since he was in kinder to let him have a bird pet. Two years later, I finally gave in and bought a lovebirds for him. 

I think he already has the time, patience and maturity level for a pet bird. This way, I even can teach him to understand the consequences of his actions, especially if he forget to give the pet bird food or water. 

Mok-Mok loves the camera.

He is Mok-mok. He is 5 months old.

The white/yellow lovebird is Mik-mik. She is only 3 months old.

Why I choose lovebirds for my son as a bird pet? 

The peach-faced lovebird is a little more of a challenging small parrot. They are small at 6½ inches and have a life expectancy of 20 years. They come in many different color mutations. 

I picked this because of the low noise level, availability and cost only (Php 350 a pair), ease of care (comparatively speaking to the larger parrots), size, less challenging mental and emotional needs, and shorter life expectancy.

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