Benefits of loving a writer

The best lover you could ever have, is a writer. She could wrap her love for you through her beautiful words. No certain amount of words could modify her feelings for you. No right number of pages could explain her wrestling thoughts about you. And, no margins and borderlines could limit her random gorgeous emotions for you. Believe me, a writer is the best lover. She could bring you into her wildest colorful imagination. She could view you as a fallen angel, a perfect mess, a lonely star twinkling in an exploded galaxy, a flawed man, everything! She could also be your best friend, a pen partner, a love-letter sender, a romantic storyteller, an unsung poet, a midnight narrator. The best lovers are writers. She could be your perfect lens to see an artistic world, and a magnifier to imagine a mysteriously chaotic universe. Love a writer. Trust me. She could make you smile through her lines. She could make you feel pretty through her rhymes. She could make you laugh through her words. She could make you sob through her verse. And, she could make you marry her through her ballpoint’s curse.

– Eia Reyes


Wondering About…


“Don’t be easy to define. Let Them WONDER about you.”  Author : Allysa

I wonder about MARY, the blessed mother of Jesus. Her thoughts about her teenage pregnancy. And her fiance, Joseph, who has nothing to do about it.

About the guy who first held my hands when I was 15. And assumed by my mom as the father of her would-be grandchild just because she saw me vomiting one morning, even if she knew it was caused by a sore throat. The same guy who has nothing to do about it.

I wonder about the LAMPLIGHTER of “The little Prince” by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. His thoughts on his terrible profession. He just had to follow orders and there is nothing to understand. The one thing he loves in life is to sleep.

About the saleslady I saw every day at the train station on my way to work, complaining about her whole day job, overworked and underpaid. And still thinking of something else besides herself. I bet, the one thing she wants in life is to sleep, same with me.

I wonder about CINDERELLA, marrying the man she knew for one night. The fairy tale who taught us to believe that dreams do come true. What is her dream again?

About the man I married, I know I drive him crazy sometimes. He’s not easy to live with either.

I wonder about the SONGWRITER of “The man who can’t be moved” by the script. His thoughts and inspiration while writing every line of the song. Anyway, if he is the man; I’m the girl who can’t be moved.









Who says life is Fair?

Unfairness quotes :

***Sometimes life seems unfair. It always  rains the hardest on the people who deserves the sun.***  -anonymous-

***If the world was just going to punish me with my choices, It shouldn’t  given me options in the first place. ***   -the secrets of flight-

***You put someone first who put you second.You study  your ass for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You are there for a best friend at 3:00 am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re  just walking away with it.***

***life is indeed unfair. There are times when I’d stare at the sky at night and wonder why you are my entire universe when I’m not even a little stars in yours.***

*** It took losing you to find me. It would have took finding me to keep me from losing you. Why life so unfair?*** –

So, who says life is fair?…. I  do.

I want to.

I need to.

Because there’s a GOD who is  FAIR and JUST.

***He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.*** – Matthew 5:45-

What is loneliness ?

The guy called the girl on the phone, he broke up with her a week ago.

Girl : Hello !

Guy : Hi, what’s up?

Girl  : Oh, the usual.

Guy :  I  just arrived from Palawan for a seminar.

Girl  : hmm

Guy : Hold for a second, mom is calling me.

After a minute or so, the girl started to sing  holding the phone  (she doesn’t  know that the guy stays on the phone).

Girl : “It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide. Don’t have much money but If I could I buy a big house where we both could live”.

Guy : What’s the title of the song? Is it “Annie’s song” ?

Girl : “Your song”.

Guy :  Don’t know that you like that song.

Girl :  Don’t know that I will be lonely.

Loneliness is… something you know  when it happened.

The guy never left me…

Politics is not my kind of thing. And If it would be the last thing I would think, I won’t bother.

There is always an exception to the rule, in some cases.

Way back, Presidential elections 2004. I voted for this guy whose charm to the youth was incomparable because of his advocacy in promoting honesty and good governance, aside from being a former senator and secretary of education.

A day in October is observed  in his hometown to honor this guy who died of cancer.

This guy hailed as “the best president the Philippines never had”. I strongly agree.

I still remember the morning of 06 August 2005 headlines in local paper written in bold letters the quotes, “WHEN I WAS 20, I WANTED TO CHANGE THE WORLD; AT 30, I WANTED TO CHANGE MY COUNTRY; AT 60, I REALIZED I WANTED ONLY TO CHANGE MYSELF” to publicize his death.

The quotes from the headlines haven’t left me. I was 30 then.

Raul Sagarbarria Roco (26 Oct 1941 – 05 Aug 2005)

“Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.”


‘There is really nothing you must be.
And there is nothing you must do.
There is really nothing you must have.
And there is nothing you must know.
There is really nothing you must become.
However. It helps to understand
that fire burns, and when it rains,
the earth gets wet. . . .’

‘Whatever, there are consequences. Nobody is exempt,’ said the master.”
Robert Fulghum, It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It

Lucy Lu (repost)

I knew Lucy Lu since she was a kid. She never talks much but knows how to speak her mind. She will never elaborate things in detail but somehow can show you how things work.  At school, she’s an average student. Likes math, but almost failed her Algebra and Geometry class. Doesn’t like science, but got 90% average grade in Physics in her senior year in high school. Hates English language but dreams of becoming a writer. She’s quite confused about what she likes.

        She took people oriented course in college to overcome her shyness, but apparently entered in the convent to become a nun. Still confused, huh?

Confused, define as, the state of being unable to think with clarity or act with understanding and intelligence.

In the course of one’s life, you often encounter this word. It’s not a humps or potholes, it’s a stoplight. It gives you time to think things over. It may take a week or month, but nevertheless you will have to decide.

Getting confused  means, you have to get out of your comfort zone, to test your limit, to know your capability, to take a leap, to risk.

About Lucy, she’s now a wife and a mother of 3 beautiful kids. Confused yet excited of pursuing her dream of becoming a writer and a painter at the same time.

         And by the way, Lucy is me.