Sunday, March 23, 2014

One of the World's Finest


Dubbed by CNN as one of the world's best beaches, Boracay's Puka Beach is the second-longest beach of the island and surprisingly the least crowded. Its coarse white sand is filled with puka shells, hence the name, and the water is a clear aquamarine.



I admit, when I got to the place, I wasn't all that impressed. After all, what does it have that the other beaches I've been to don't? But little by little, its beauty started to become apparent to my eyes. Being almost deserted, it began to feel...intimate. The stripped-down serenity of the place made it easier to tune out other people and just take in the beauty of the sun, the sand, and the sea. I felt so much closer to nature.


Watching the sun set was probably my favorite part. It was just breathtakingly beautiful with all its colors and melancholic hues. Naturally, my phone camera could not do justice to the masterpiece we have witnessed, but try as I may, not even my words could describe the beauty that was. All I could think of was how it reminded me of a familiar feeling. A feeling of a hopeful goodbye.



Sunday, February 16, 2014

The Dance (October 29, 2013)

Here we go again. The dance.

You take my hand and I let you take the lead. We move our feet to a familiar beat and I find myself slowly slipping. You do your signature, the strut that’s so fascinating, and I’m reeling myself to get it together.

No, not again.

You twirl me and twirl me and transition to samba, but my tired feet longs only for the waltz. You twirl me and twirl me, but I am out of breath and I start to slow down. Still you twirl me again and again. But as momentum builds up, you let me go and I fall flat on the floor. Again. Like how it always ends.

As I struggle to pick myself up and stand again, I find you no longer there. You have no use for me any longer so you move on to find another partner. Alone with a hollow chest and shaking knees, I again am left with nothing but the memory of the dance I know so well.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Wandering/Wondering

My soul flies to where my feet can't go. It seeks to find a home in places I don't know. One day I'll find it. It will hold my heart and give my tired feet rest. One day I'll get there and know that I've found home. One day.












































  1. Chicago - Mat Kearney
  2. Boston - Augustana
  3. Manhattan - Sara Bareilles
  4. New York - Snow Patrol
  5. California - Phantom Planet
  6. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service
  7. Tall Trees in Georgia - Eva Cassidy
  8. Calgary - Bon Iver
  9. Amsterdam - Coldplay
  10. Berlin - Snow Patrol
  11. Pompeii (Acoustic) - Bastille
  12. April in Paris - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Sighs & Syllables: A Haiku Collection

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

When Love Arrives (by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye)


"Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Maybe love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable’. If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her, turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’"

I Wonder

Will I ever hear
the sweet words of a love song
whispered in my ear?