Where're My Favorite Things?

I love the Twisted.
I miss my dog Shadow and I miss my quiet moments working early mornings at my computer in my house.

I miss my budgie Tommy.

I miss driving my car, and feeling free that at anytime I can get out of the house, come back, drive out of town without any cares in the world.

I miss my "wakeful dreams" in which I gather my thoughts - of past and the future.

I miss preparing my favorite breakfast of pancakes and brewing my own coffee.

I miss writing corny, lavatorial poems only I can appreciate.

I miss Toronto and its boring nights.

I miss the new moon and how it excites my nights and how it lights my dreams.

I miss the time you were thinking of me.

I miss the moments when I think of the way I think of you.

I miss you so much and how we can be together.

You are my favorite thing.

I wish I can tell you that over and over, because life is short and life is worth living.

I miss Old Manila and I miss its promise of a lifetime.