May you rest in His pRoVidEnce...

She passed away just this morning. I don't know her, i don't know her name. But i saw her on her bed, lying half dead, with all the machines around her as her thread of survival. The atmosphere in the room was cold, gloomy, troubled. She's the granddaughter of a friend of my parents, just 12 years old, diagnosed with dengue. She stayed in the hospital for a month with half a million in the bill. And i have seen her, perceived her withered body, just days before she passed away. Just before the doctor announced her brain death.
To you, little girl, may you rest in peace. We have prayed for you... and we will still pray. May you have eternal peace in God's arms.

^ "Diarrhea of thoughts; constipation of words."

^ When hurt, nobody cares. But upon winning the lottery, the person matters for everyone in the vicinity.

^ Do not--never--underestimate a girl. you'll never know what she can do. if you'll try to win the game, sorry, but you're just gonna lose it.

^ My whole nail in my pointing finger is tainted with indelible ink. whenever i look at it, I'd think it's gross.

^ Paolo Coelho is one of the best authors of all time.

^ I miss my Yukito, my large-sized penguin stuff toy!

^ Mdm. Yo should start giving us a break! Hehe.. But know what, i love the way she makes grotesque shapes on her face!

^ The first word I learned from the Japanese language was Arigatou.

^ Chinese restaurant syndrome - the dizziness, headache, etc., experienced by some people as a reaction to monosodium glutamate, often used to intensify the flavor of Chinese food

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"Those who say it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it."
-Chinese Proverb

* -bEm-*

^When can i hold his hand again? Is it going to take long? Will that ever happen?

^ Will i ever see him smiling at me? Or is he going to be just... fantasy?

^ He once sang for me, a song both of us knew. But can we sing the song this time together... forever?

^ Is he going to hold me dear, like what he's doing to his girl? Or am i just to weep, with nothing to cuddle in the night?

^ Is he truly happy? Or just pretending to be? Or is he just pretending, in order to get me?

^ Does he still remember the dedication he once wrote on my notebook? I still have it here, never forgetting...

^ Wasted. Does that mean I'm busted?

* -bEm-*

^ How's Math doing? Great. But it's starting to make me nuts.
^ Why is archery such an interesting sport? Well, it's not just mere targeting and releasing the arrows through bows. It requires a sharp mind.
^ Those who ask are fools for five minutes, but those who do not ask are fools forever.
^ Does TIME always heal all wounds? No. It's just a medium. What heals is your CHOICE to let the wounds heal. Time let's your healing possible.
^ I'm craving for a dried mango. tacos. and Dark Chocolate.
^ Hearts ache when a promise is broken. Especially in love.
^ Know when life sucks? It's when people take away something that we truly deserve for a long time.
^ why do some people curse our happiness?
^ Aww, why is my stomach aching for food? (haha, I'm really hungry...)

We tend to dream. Dream of things that are far-fetched. Impossible to achieve. or possible but not yet at this moment. dreams make us imagine, make us believe at certain stuffs, make us smile in a trance-like way.

But dreams make us breathless.

*i dream of owning a Porsche but all i have is a miniature model of a Volkswagen. When can i even buy a real car?

*I dream of the latest model of the Nokia mobile phone to be within my grasp but all i have is a sturdy model of Nokia's 3310, which has been passed around by a dozen hands in five years within the family.

*I dream of having my own set of books, my own written novels, but all i have is not mine. when can anyone let me have my own library? when can i have my stories written in books and be read by any one interested?

*I dream of becoming a top seed player of Badminton worldwide but i DON'T even have my own racket. How ironic.

*I dream of winning a Palanca award yet i DON'T even know where to start. I'm no good, anyway.

Dreams make us breathless. we are left gasping for air, groping around at things that are not even there. when we dream, suddenly something snaps us back to reality. why does reality always lead us back to the real, unwanted world? It's annoying. really, really annoying.

Yes, dreams make us breathless. but even so, they mark the beginning of hope, a will of fighting for what one would like to achieve, even if it takes two months, two years, two decades. dreams make us sit up on the bed, swing our legs to the edge, walk down unsteadily, and struggle for another day's battles. we want to achieve our dreams badly, we want them to come true. and that's the good point. we fight for them to make them real, and to prove ourselves worthy and capable at the same time.

I dream of becoming an astronomer, a renown writer, the best Scrabble and Badminton player. I dream big, i know. But I'm no ordinary dreamer.

I'll make them real.

Why Balloons don't run Out of Fashion

I've been here for quite a time
Waiting to make some sense in this mess
I try to hide all the things you need not to see
I try to flash a smile when there seems no reason for me
Can I move alongside with you?
Will you ever allow me to?

Why can’t the hinges of ur heart
Open its only door for me?
Am I really meant to be torn apart
And be crushed in my heart’s elegy?

It’s time to release the strings
And bid the balloon goodbye
Have to let go even if it hurts like hell
for I know I can go on if I try
but how can I? How can I
When all this time you've been my lullaby?

I don’t know where to go
I don’t know what to do
Should I continue to grasp in the darkness
Or just tear ur billet deux?

Would someday ever come,
When hope continues to flicker & goes on undone?
or Would U ever hear me say,
When finally my yellow balloons have flown away,
‘Thank God this tranquil heart of mine
Has at last convinced U out of my mind?’

But would that ever come? Would my strings
Fly free on the clouds, soaring high?
Or would these balloons where your name is carved
Be clung in my fingers as I cry?