Boracay is truly a paradise island. Believe me. But before I write about my Boracay adventure, let me show you things I learned in Boracay.
1. The Hobbit's House actually exists in Boracay.
2. That you can wear elevator shoes in Boracay.
3. That when swimming in Boracay, infants should wear diapers.
4. That it's okey to go naked all the way in Boracay. Had I known...tsk tsk tsk
5. That when you fail to use your brain and you fell from the boat and was wet all over, you can strip yourself half-naked in the bus and can hang your wet clothes at the back of your seat to dry.
6. That when one leaves Boracay, the backpack should wear a seatbelt.
LIFE'S RULES: Assume Nothing. Expect Little. Do More. Need Less. Smile Often. Dream Big. Laugh A Lot. Pray Always. Cry Once In A While. LIVE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE.
Mar 5, 2008
Mar 1, 2008
Let Me Come Home
I stood in the rain feeling each droplet against my skin. The wind took the liberty to dishevel my hair while the occassional moaning of sleeping horses fill the air. My bare feet was numb from the cold as I walked slowly around underneath the intimidating darkness and the threatening storm. My pajama was splattered with mud as the swing rocks silently in the wind. This scene, it's immortal. My days are numbered and I am counting them.
The thought of leaving brought me home. My body no longer shivers from the darkness and the cold but the from the chilly realization that I am missing home. I missed my family. I missed my Mama and our disagreements. I missed my 3 brothers. I missed my bed even it drips when it rains outside. I missed everything about home.
But I am not coming back. Not yet...
I need to move on into the next island-destination said to be a paradise...
The thought of leaving brought me home. My body no longer shivers from the darkness and the cold but the from the chilly realization that I am missing home. I missed my family. I missed my Mama and our disagreements. I missed my 3 brothers. I missed my bed even it drips when it rains outside. I missed everything about home.
But I am not coming back. Not yet...
I need to move on into the next island-destination said to be a paradise...
"Home"
By: Michael Buble
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
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