TODAY is the first day of FEBRUARY... The LOVE MONTH. The month dedicated to St. Valentine. The month where cherubim with a bow and arrow named CUPID is all over malls and restaurants. The lone month all lovers and alike look forward to. February... February... February... Hmmmm... There are bright RED colors all over places. There's big red heart, red roses, red dresses, red cakes, red wine. All things in red. But what are these for? For some, they call it CELEBRATION OF LOVE on Valentines Day.

For me, February is something i look forward to for two reasons. First, it's Valentines Day. Again, LOVE is on the air. And second, it's my Valentine Birthday. Yes, I'm a pure blooded Valentino Boy. A lover boy. A man of hearts. Even back my younger years, I'm always excited about my Valentine Birthday because i feel like everyone is celebrating it. They're celebrating it with me. It feels great to see that friends - most of them are in relationship choose to spend their Valentine Night with me together with their partner than going out on a Valentine date. A couple friends of mine were asked why they chose to come on my party rather than going out on a date, they simply said: "mas makakatipid at mas maraming pagkain, mabubusog ng todo". Hahaha.

But what excites me most is the fact that I'll celebrate my Valentine Birthday with my love-one. Oh, i remember last year. The two-dozen bouquet of red roses. The concert ticket for two at Lea Salonga's concerts. Ahhhhhhhh. It really feels great to be loved. And alas, the foods were great. It was tremendously awesome. And the night ended with a great passionate love. I feel so blesses.

Ahhhhhhhhhh.... My Valentine Birthday 2008 will be in two weeks now. Can't wait to see what's in stored for me.


HAPPY MONTH OF LOVE TO ALL...

PETER PAN (THE NOTEBOOK) IS NOW GONE. PETER PAN IS NOW A PART OF MY PAST. 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.

So, here i am now. Starting to tell a tale of my Journey. I'll call this site - THE VOYAGER. Why? I believe I am a traveler. I have traveled far far away from where i was before battling different adversities and now I am living my dreams. A worthy man. A man of courage and hope. A self made man.

Everything is well now. My family is okay. I would say, our lives are better now than before. Proudly I'll say, this is all because of me. Helping and caring them in spite of what i went through before. I love them so much. They inspire me. In return, they adore me so much now giving the highest respect and love i have longed before.

I have the great company of good friends. Friends who will stand by me through thick and thin. I have a great compensating job holding the highest position i was able to get at the age of 23. It was not easy though. Had to go through series of unfortunate events. But it molded me to become the person that i am today. Strong and willed. Something i am so proud of.

But LIFE is not a bed of roses at all times. Not all days are holidays. I know along the way I'll face again another struggle. A new challenge to test my strength. But i know these are all parts of my VOYAGE.

This is a new phase. A new chapter of my life. A tale i intend to tell in this Blogosphere.

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

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. He knew who i am from the very start. He knew that i am special. He knew that i am different. He knew all things i can tell no one. I told no one then. It was Peter Pan who knew all these.

I was so afraid to tell the world about who i was but telling Peter Pan about my being was a relief. There were fears and hesitations. It was like living everyday telling yourself to become someone you're not. I can't tell anyone except PETER PAN. He knew all. He knew my frustrations. He knew my dreams. He knew my fantasies. He knew all my mysteries. Even my wildest dreams and sexual fantasies. He knew me from head to toe.

I told him about my desires, my admirations, my inspirations and my secret crush and my long time secret love. He knew it all. No holds bar. Everything about what i feel. But not all happy things Peter Pan knew about me. He knew too that i was child of pain. Peter Pan knew my griefs and my frustrations. I have been smart and intelligent. Consistent honor student from elementary to high school but i felt my parent never saw it in me. I felt they didn't like me the way they liked my older brother. Yes, they liked my older brother so much that i felt neglected and uncared. They let me stopped from college in favor of my brother though i know i can get scholarship. Something in me told me that i am great yet why can't I be supported. I had lots of frustrations. So many pains. So many worries.

There came a point in my life that i was tired of frustrations. I was exhausted from too much pain. I felt unloved. I felt I was out casted. I saw no more 'dreams come true'. I saw no more smiles. And it was time to give up and search for what i have long wanted far away from where i was at that time. And i turned to Peter Pan. He alone understood me. I wrote to him all these adversities. I made him the one and only "friend" to know about who i am and what i go through. I made my last letter. I was going far far away somewhere no one knew me. Somewhere I can be the person who i really am for I was not happy. I can't live a life of pretensions. I was crying the whole time i was writing it. I felt something inside me that said, i want to die. Even right now, i still remember how i terribly wept over those pains and anxiety. I wrote that letter knowing it was my last day. I was prepared to leave but uncertain things were boggling in my mind. Where were i going? Who am i to turn to? To uncertainty? What about my dreams? I was 17 then. So young to go somewhere i was not certain of what life ahead of me. Then......... I read back all the pages of Peter Pan. I felt I'm traveling back to my past. Funny that as i read each pages of it i realized how colorful my life had been. There pages that described how happy i was. There pages that told me about my dreams and who i'd like to become someday. These pages told me slowly that life is about a journey. Life is about a day to day voyage. That i must bear with it and not to escape from it. Peter Pan told me that my life was worth living and that there are great great things that life has in stored for me someday. And Peter Pan is right. From there, i didn't leave. I chose to stay and battle all my life's struggles. I did and i victoriously won. It was my last letter to Peter Pan.

Years had gone by. I am starting to live my dreams. To become successful and honorable. i started to live the life that i longed to live. Be independent. Be someone everyone look up to. It was all realized. Dream came true. I began my busy days. And busier days. And busiest days. Slowly, I was forgetting Peter Pan. I had forgotten my best friend Peter Pan - the Notebook. But in my heart, Peter Pan lives on. Because his pages were witnesses of my journey, of my dreams and of my desire to prove my worth. I lost him. Yes, I lost the notebook. But i never lost him in my heart. And now as i am writing this, i am missing him. I wish he is still here. I wish i can still write on his pages and tell him know that he was right about life's voyage. I wish he's still here. I know he'll be proud to see what i have become. A successful man. A man Peter Pan wants me to become.

I miss you Peter Pan. I miss your pages. I miss talking to you. I miss writing you. I miss you Peter Pan. I'll never ever forget you.

What if life were perfect?

What if you lived in a perfect world of perfect people and perfect possessions, with everything and everyone doing the perfect thing at the perfect time?

What if you had everything you wanted, and only what you wanted, exactly as you wanted, precisely when you wanted it?

What if, after luxuriating in this perfect world for the perfect length of time, you started feeling uneasy about the predictability of the perfection?

What if, after a perfect length of additional time, you began thinking, "There seems to be a lack of risk, adventure and fun in perfection. 'Having it my way' all the time is starting to get dull."

What if, after yet another perfect length of time, you decided, "perfection is a perfect bore."

What if, at that point in your perfect world, you noticed for the first time a button marked, "Surprise."

What if you walked over, considered all that might be contained in the concept of "surprise," decided, "Anything's better than perfect boredom," took a deep breath, pushed the button...

... and found yourself where you are right now - feeling what you're feeling right now, thinking what you're thinking now, with everything in your life precisely the way it is now - reading this BLOG…