I was suppose to do this a long time ago
I'm just kinda busy I believe you already know
Now I'm trying to finish this with a possibility so low
But for you as my inspiration everything must be on the go
Although this is not as good as anything else you know

Time fly so fast as if we've just played yesterday
Guns and cars and robots, oh how can I forgot that day
Piyonganay, tumba lata, tagaanay, these are the usual games we play
And whenever it's raining "PolCom beach we're on the way"
Along with other kids we always do this almost everyday

Bathing on the town sewer swimming like a dog
Along with the cow sh*ts, dead dog, and a swimming frog
Our clothe would sometimes look like a dirty used rag
After we got home our parents will always nag
And expect nothing after that "BAGAG!"

It's funny to think of our childhood
We broke down two abandoned houses made of wood
The owners of which must be on the bad mood
We're just thankful that they don't live next to our nighborhood
And that no one has ever confess, "we're so rude"

Everything has change now that we are grown up
With life's circumstances we are leveling up
Navigating through our own created map
And I'll never forget that I met someone on my way up
A person curved in my heart named Jap-jap

But before I forgot I just wanted to greet you
Yes it is, a blessed happy birthday to you
May God and His angels always be with you
And there's just one wish I wanted to ask from you
Be my friend 'til the end, that's how I treasured you

I was transferring my books and notes to my mini bookshelf that I worked so hard these past few days (and when I realize I’m not a good carpenter). While I’m sorting some stuff I suddenly saw my notebook where I wrote all of my composed poems a few years ago. Well, I’m not so excited about it since I made it by my own but still I got to have a review just for the thought that I wanted to know what did I written years ago. There I read poems for my friends, important people, and unforgettable moments in my life and that’s when I noticed that I can’t do such dozens of poem if I ain’t inspired by something or someone; something that I dedicated to and someone that my heart desire. Then I tried to recall if I have ever written a poem for no apparent reason, I mean without being inspired, but the answer would be “no” well I guess we can’t make things done if we aren’t inspired, right? However, there’s one funny thing I’ve discovered and that is even before I’m already a fan of doing a rhymed poem and there are even unnecessary words I’ve inserted to some of it just to follow the rhyme, i.e. “bo hoo” or “hahahaha” or “oh yeah” and in fact until now (Lolz!). Yet it is sad to know that this talent I had though it’s not so good has slowly rusted and will be over and done anytime soon so right now I’m trying to recover this in my self. At this time I’m composing new set of poems dedicated to the newest important people of my life and the old one as well. By this I’m keeping a record of the wonderful things happened in my life. Time fly so fast and it may left my memories behind but I believe my poems will always take me back to where they are.

This inspires me to compose a poem for a special friend entitled “Worth Remembering” and now I’m currently working two poems dedicated to my best friend (I was planning to give it as a present on his upcoming birthday this August 9) and a good friend of my mine that I met when I was in college.

PS: I know the title for this post is kinda weird but I took it from the note book itself. Haha!