Love is much like a tattoo. You take the risk, face the pain and place it on a special part of you. And when the time comes when you need to erase it, you have to endure the pain again and realize that it will forever leave a scar, a scar that will always remind you that you had a tattoo that once symbolized something so special.

I’ve known this song ever since, and I’ve always liked it. But when I heard it again sung in a bar last week, I grew even fonder of it. There’s something oddly different when you hear a beautiful song played in a public place, as opposed to just listening to it in your iPod or mp3 player. The minute I heard the song sung by the female member of the acoustic band on the bar that night, I’ve been playing the song repeatedly in my iPod for about a week now. It’s so beautiful and nostalgic… love it!

A million times or more I thought about you
The years, the tears, the laughter, things we used to do
Are memories that warm me like a sunny day
You touched my life in such a special way

I miss the way you’d run your fingers through my hair
Those cozy nights we cuddled in your easy chair
Oh no, I won’t let foolish pride turn you away
I’ll take you back whatever price I pay

Old friend
It’s so nice to feel you hold me again
No, it doesn’t matter where you have been
My heart welcomes you back home again

Remember those romantic walks we used to take
You held my hand in such a way my knees would shake
You can’t imagine just how much I’ve needed you
I’ve never loved someone as I love you

Old friend
This is where our happy ending begins
Yes, I’m sure this time that we’re gonna win
Welcome back into my life again

Yes, I’ve tried to live my life without you
Knowing I had lost my closest friend
And though I’m feeling low from time to time
Knowing I will never find the kind of love
I had when you were mine

Welcome back into my life again

Do you guys like bean bag chairs? I don’t know about you but for me, I love them. I was out and about yesterday looking for a cute, comfy chair that I could add to my apartment, and I immediately thought of bean bags. I prefer them because they’re fun, comfortable, decorative, and everybody loves them! I can just crash on it after a long day and be relaxed and comfortable. What do you think? Are bean bags better than sofa chairs?

We went to Manila this weekend and I saw these amazing netbooks in Greenbelt Mall. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with my laptop, but seeing those notebooks displayed, they were so eye catching and beautiful. I love looking at new models of laptops and gadgets, and even though they’re not really within my budget, at least I get to appreciate them. They’re so gorgeous!

Hurray for free speech! It’s okay to practice free speech in music lyrics right? If it’s something to do with art, bring it on! Here’s a survey that might interest you.

Moving on from a heartbreak is bittersweet. It’s a mixture of pain, sadness, longing, relief, exhaustion, hopefulness and a sense of freedom. There are a lot of things that we could learn from a heartbreak, if only we allow ourselves to really look deep down and uncover these lessons. For one thing, I’ve learned to NEVER EVER take myself for granted. No matter how much we love someone, we should never lose ourselves in the relationship. We should always retain our sense of self, so that no matter what happens, we we are still intact. Love is beautiful, love is also complicated. But we should never ever give up on it!

Love is a “message”. And it is brought to us by “messengers”, or the people who come into our lives that love us and we feel love for. When the message of love comes to us, we should receive it with open hearts. But when it decides to leave, we should also set it free. Don’t mistake the “messenger” with the “message”. Because messengers are only humans; they make mistakes, they leave, they even die. But the MESSAGE remains. It was brought to us, and it will always be THERE, resounding in our hearts for the rest of our lives. We just have to open our hearts and hear the message.

When love decides to leave, it has nothing to do with you and me as a person. We are no less than who we are just because love decides to leave. Yes, we cry over it and grieve its departure, but after the grieving process, we should celebrate. Let’s celebrate because the message CAME to us, we felt the love, the happiness, the joy. We have learned what we have to learn. It has done it’s purpose and now we have to set it free. This is what MOVING ON means.