Forever Is What You Meant To Me

TO YOU: My Forever

"People asked me how i met you and i told them i met you in a world especially created for just the two of us. They asked me how and i told them that FATE brought me to you. The continued asking me how did we fall for each other. I told them that we fell in love because we have a story. A rare different story. A story about serendipity. They commented: everybody has story but i told there were beautiful love stories BUT for us, ours is great and we fell in love because we have a great love story long before it is told. And they asked me again how long shall we last and i asked them back: "Is there a word superlative than FOREVER?" They said none. And i finally told them... we will be together till time with out end. We'll be together in a world called FOREVER. Because you are my FOREVER... "

Babe, its cliche to say but really its true, it's been a long and winding journey but i'm we're finally here in the world we created called LOVE. So today, i take another journey with you. A journey that leads to FOREVER. Every road i take, every endeavor i'll pursue, every moment i shall encounter, every triumph i shall savor and even every defeat i shall battle, a part of it will always be you. Because i have journeyed so long to fianlly meet you.

I have past so do you but bear in mind that part of it had been made in order for me to be better before meeting you. I have outgrown from my childish desire and wishes. I have come out from my cocoon and become mature to finally face you. I have become better and strong so now that i have you, i would know how to make you mine forever.

I have travelled so much in finding you. I have battled so many pains. I wept a thousand times. I cried over my tormented heart. I lamented over my wasted time. I have asked myslef so many times when shall i see you, when shall i finally meet you and when shall i be in your arms. I got exhausted and tired of waiting. It even came to a point that I lost hope. But now, all hopes and dreams have come true.

Babe, now I'm HOME. I'm home with you. You're my home. My Love and My Soul.

I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS LOVE. I'll take care of you as you have taken care of me. I used not to believe in fate. BUT later it became my friend. As it brought me to you... It led me to my Destiny...


thank you BABY... thank you for coming... all the days and nights we both now shared will always be cherished... for you're the most cherished gift i ever recieve... Thank you.


For You My Baby

March 1, 2007 - the first day of the March.

I got here at the office feeling elated. Making love with you this morning was terribly just GREAT. Right at this moment I'm writing this blog, Lea Salonga's TWO WORDS is being played at my PC's MP3. I can't help but smile thinking of you and thinking of how we both touch each other's lives. Yes baby, i'll promise these Two Words for you. I DO. I do love you. I do care for you. And I DO stand by you in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer... Baby, I DO. I want you to always know that you have been my most precious gem since the day i met you. You have become my addiction. Kissing your lips has been my longingness every day and frankly i'll tell you i can't last the day not even seeing you or hearing your sweet soft voice. I really do love you baby. I used to say that happiness and contentment are different, but just last night i found out that you're both MY CONTENTMENT AND MY HAPPINESS. There are a lot of times that i feel so unworthy of your love, there are times that i ask myself if i deserve you... The only thing that i know is that GOD gave you to me and I know I deserve you. Baby, don't change. We have a story to tell. We have connections and deep in my heart I know this is real. This is even rare. Like i always promise, look deep within me, my heart beats for you... Only for you. I really am so sorry if sometimes i disappoint you, i am really sorry if sometimes i become your headache... baby, i dont intend to make you feel that. Don't you know that I cry every time i feel that i hurt you? I do baby. Last night, while you're asleep, i gaze at your beautiful face... I listen to your soft breath... I smell the scent of your warmth... And from there... I can't help but cry telling myself, OLAN, how lucky you are having this person in your life. You why? I see a good heart in you. I see you can give me love that i have been longing to have long before i met you. I gaze at you again and told myself, i can never never never AFFORD to lose you. I can never ever afford to hurt you. You are my dream baby and you are the reason why i want to stay here forever. :) i'm crying now baby.... listening to TWO WORDS... these are tears of joy. the joy that you brought into my life. i love you so much. I thank you for making me happy, loved, cared for and most of all for showing me the different kind of relationship we have right now. We have a story to tell baby and I will always want to make this story worthy to be told. I love you more each day. I love you more than anyone I thought could love..... I cant wait to see again this evening... Love you baby.

Self Confessed Son of A Beach

The calling of the BEACH...

Beaches... Beaches... Beaches...

I call myself a Son of a Beach... Even right at this moment writing this blog, i imagine myself soaking my feet in the clear blue waters of a beach. Beach... Beach... Beach... My passion and love for the Beach started way way way back from where I grew up. I grew up from a coastal town of Cateel, an eastern coastal municipality of Davao Oriental. It is situated at the very mouth of the Pacific Ocean. The waves are huge. Waters are crystal blue. And the wind, wow, so refreshing. I still remember the very first time i learned how to swim. It was when my cousin Manong Darwin threw me off the "kantil" waters of Baldo beach. I almost drowned myself but I did tried to swim to my very best to get back to the shore. I was crying so bad cursing him for throwing me into the deep. But damn you, that was really really terrific. That first attempt to soak myself in the depth of the beach was really exhilarating that i wanted it again. There i learned to swim. I can still remember the awful sunburnt skin i had, all year round over-tanned color i got and most of all the whips i always got from my mom because i always sneak going out to the beach. And during San Juan, June 24, our family saw to it to go off the beach to celebrate this custom and agian, i can't help but enjoyed the waters, the sand, and the sun. From then on, i always make sure to go the beach everyweekend. I still remember, when my dad scloded me, i ran off the house and went to the Sister's Beach to hide from them. There i cried and seek refuge from the Mighty Sea. Whenever i am happy, whenever i am sad, the beach played a most important part of it. I make sure to find time with myself and spent the whole time at the beach. When i moved to the city, i thought my inclination for the water would stop but i was wrong. It grew more. Now, i have been to different beaches in Davao and in Samal. Been to Boracay, Bohol, Camiguin and Sarangani and a lot beautiful beaches. This coming week. I'm going to the Little Boracay of Sta. Maria... For sure, i have lots of thing to talk about when i get back from this beach trip. By Summer, my friends are going back to Boracay and we'll be partying there the whole time. Bye for now. And see yeah...

Virgin Blogger


I am not a techie-type guy. I don't fascinate myself with gadgets, updated technologies and the"ins" of the modern day. BUT what brings me here?

Have you tried keeping diaries before?

I used to make diaries before. Even back in high school. I wrote everything that i think of. I wrote things that i see and appreciate. I wrote things that make me happy and even things that make me sad. It was where i found my solace. Writing was my escape. It made better. I poured everything what's inside me. Way back 1996, around twelve years ago, I was 17 years old then, I owned a simple notebook that served as my diary. I named it PETER PAN. Peter Pan was my very best friend. He knew everything about me.

BUT PETER PAN IS GONE NOW. PETER PAN is now a memory. It is closed now. No more single leaf to write on. No more ink to waste. BUT MY QUEST OF DOCUMENTING EVERY SINGLE DETAILS OF MY JOURNEY LIVES ON. Thanks to the new technology bringing this Saga of Online Diary called BLOGGING.


Continuing writing my humble journey. My voyage. The learnings I got. The lessons learned from
relationship, love, friendship, family and significant others.

So, why am i Blogging? Simply because i have a story to tell.