|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
“thank you universe for sending a rainbow in my cloud”
Sometimes you will find a friend in the middle of nowhere. Most of the times, it happens at the very least moment of your life.
Maybe because it helps you to realize that friendship doesn’t work with big things. Big gifts. Big shits. Big lies.
But just a simple and ample connection. Just that.
It doesn’t speak time. Space. Age. Place. Nor race.
I have a few. Not that much I guess.
I’m a lil’ bit obsessed of being alone.
But my crazy friends are enough to make my life so loud.
Few. But loud.
Hey, thank you din. 🙂 ❤
“As you wander and you are lost, you can’t help but to see a stranger in 13 to 50 different ways.”
It became a crucial thought to me about being lost as I travelled to my aunt’s house yesterday. (I arrived safe, if that’s your question.)
I realized a lot of things more than how I have been thinking about time.
First, as you wander and you are lost, you can’t help but to see a stranger in 13 to 50 different ways. You have to learn how to see through them. Learn how to trust even if you’re at the verge of nowhere.
Second, time never gets old. People do. So if you want to wander, it’s now or never.
This is a hard punch on my face. I have lived a life full of grid. And I’ve always thought it was okay. I suffered hesitations for 15 years. I realized maybe it’s about time to put a hedgehog on top of my head and dance like a baboon.
Third, I learned deeper than mantle of the earth, that family and friends are the best creations you could have. Savor it. Live with it. Laugh with it. Love it.
I have fought Aneurysm for a decade and a half now. It’s never been easy since I gained it young, I had to force myself to think like an adult. To know this and that. And if I tell you right now everything I have realized yesterday, you could tell how crazy my brain cells work. Because it’s just crazy.
But one thing I would like to have now for sure, I don’t give a damn how long I could conquer the challenge of Vascular Aneurysm. But I would like to pray deeply, that He would give me enough time to say thank you to every single person who prolonged my existence. To people who always give me reasons to go on. To people who don’t just make me feel gay, but define what really happiness is. To people whom I could trust when right paths are nowhere to be found. To people who love me in 13 to 50 different ways. ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank you! 🙂
“Dahil ang Pag-ibig ay masasabi kong isang napakagandang pagkukulang na masarap kulayan at nakatadhanang punan.”
February na naman! Hello sa mga may jowa, kunware may jowa, nangangarap magkajowa, at syempre sa mga nawalan ng jowa, mawawalan ng jowa at higit sa lahat.. Yung walang jowa! 🙂
(the term** haha!)
¤¤LOVE IS BLIND¤¤
Madalas kong marinig, makita ang mga katagang ito. Bulag nga ba ang Pag-ibig? Yung tipong nagkaroon na ng union ang pamilya, mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan mo, kulang na lang isali ng nanay mo si Kapitan Tiyago sa samahan nila para lang ipamukha sayo na hindi siya karapatdapat para sayo. Kasi daw oso sya. (Bakit, cute naman yung oso ah?) Pero hindi kasi yun. Kahit anong sabihin nila, alam kong ang bawat isa ay may kanya kanyang sagot sa katanungang “BAKIT SIYA?”. At walang taong pwedeng magdikta kung sino ang bibigyan mo ng matamis na Oo or kung sinong liligawan/mamahalin mo.
¤¤LOVE IS DEAF¤¤
Bingi raw ang Pag-ibig. Kasi kahit anong sigaw mo, minsan hindi ka marinig. Hindi ka na niya naririnig..
“Punta ko ng Wonderland.”
“Ano?! The line is breaking. I’m with girls. Ano ulit?!”
“T*ngina! Mahal kita!”
“Mahal din kita.”
“Ano?! I’m with someone. Low batt na ko. Bye! ”
¤¤LOVE IS MUTE.¤¤
Yung tipong gusto mong ipagsigawang importante ‘tong tao sayo. Taong may espesyal na space. Pero nautot ka nalang sa katatago ng feelings mo. Kasi nga, Love is Mute. So kapag nagsama si Love is Deaf at Love is Mute.. Wala na. Wala ng pag-asa. (Ooops! Meron pa! Huwag kang bitter. Haha Habang nabubuhay, may pag-asa. 🙂 )
¤¤LOVE IS NUMB.¤¤
Ayan naaa. Manhid ka. MANHID KA!!! Hahahaha blog ko ‘to. :p
Sa lahat ng may minamahal, na kulang nalang gumulong ka ng isang daang beses sa harapan niya, kulang nalang ibigay mo yung Jupiter sa kanya, kulang na lang ibigay mo na yung ngipin mo para punan ang ngiti niya, kulang nalang.. kulang. T*ngina! Parang kulang pa rin. Hindi ka pa rin niya maramdaman. Ang tanong, MAHAL KA BA NIYA?
Tandaan. Sabi nga nila..
I LOVE YOU is not a question. It’s a statement. And it’s not meant to be answered.
Maybe it’s just meant to be felt.
BLIND. DEAF. MUTE. NUMB.
Maglilipana na naman ang kakornihan ng buong sanlibutan sa darating na Valentine’s Day. Pero kahit anong gawin mo, kahit anong pigil mo.. Ang araw na ito ay dadaan sa kalendaryo para ipaalala ang nakasanayang kahulugan ng araw na ito, Araw ng mga Puso. Puso na sumisimbolo sa Pag-ibig.
Isang salitang nagbibigay kulay sa buhay ng mga tao. Isang bagay na nagsisilbing paalala sa atin na tayo ay may pagkukulang. Na tayo ay may nakalaang espasyo para masabi nating, may mga bagay na hindi natin nakikita.. Sigaw na hindi naririnig.. Mga salitang hindi masabi.. At mga bagay na hindi natin maramdaman.
Pero hindi ibig sabihin nito na tayo ay punong puno ng pagkukulang. Isa lamang itong patunay na ang Pag-ibig ang pinakamagandang bagay sa mundo na pinagsasaluhan ng dalawang taong pawang may kapansanan ngunit hinding hindi ito magiging isang hadlang..
Dahil ang Pag-ibig ay masasabi kong isang napakagandang pagkukulang na masarap kulayan at nakatadhanang punan.”
-HAPPY VALENTIMES DAY! Haha Ay Valentine’s pala. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤ Ang araw na 'to ay para sa lahat. Para sa lahat ng taong may puso at nagmamahal. ❤
(SHOUT OUT nga pala sa kaibigan kong magbibirthday ngayong February 14! Huwag ka nang magtampo sa akin. Huhu Love pa rin kita kahit binubully mo ko. Kasi, may kapansanan ako. At isa ka sa pumupuno nun. 🙂 Hello sa inaanak kong pogi!)
¤¤¤Syeettt! Paano nga ba ulit magmahal? 😀 😛 🙂 ❤ …¤¤¤
“Give it to the universe.”
I wonder what makes other people sad. Is it heart break? Broken family? Shaken friendship? Washed off relationship? Wrecked car? Shattered house? Endless work? Unstable job? Crippled dreams? Health condition?
It’s too many. Too many that I would like to mention in a very special way the last but not the least, Money . *laughs* Money is the universal concern of everyone. It’s hypocritical to say that money can’t buy happiness. *And then insert the jet ski thing here. Haha Who doesn’t want that*
My mom would always say, “Money talks.” Then I could imagine my coins and bills having a conversation in my purse. That would really freak me out!
However, I want to believe that happiness doesn’t just rely on gold. I always remind myself that money could be everything. But you can’t let it to be YOUR everything. That’s why once in a while, I always check on things how I can tease people I love, chase food, drink like a fish, care for people I share my time with, and of course, how I can make things weirder *hmm.. Yaaa weirder* I value little things because these remind me that I have, or we have the right to be happy no matter how inevitable life opportunity is.
And I learned an incredible thing today..
That even if you’re so fucked up, and everythings’s a mess, life goes on and you have to breathe and leave no trace. Get drunk. Get crazy. Get wild. Get better. Do your thing and leave everything else to the universe.
-Thank you Mee. 🙂 Ang sarap talaga ng kulay green na pastaaaa ❤
A man without dreams doesn’t dream at all. He just sleeps, faces the dawn, soils his body and when sunset comes, he closes his eyes again.
A man without dreams doesn’t think. Because if he does, there will be a chain of consequences, results, hardships and most of all changes. A man without dreams doesn’t change. And he doesn’t think. Where the fuck are your brain cells?
A man without dreams hurt people. Why? Because he’s selfish. He doesn’t allow people to have chances. To grow. To love. To think. To change. To dream. He doesn’t even know how to give himself a chance to do all things. He just lives.
A man without dreams lives alone. He’s a lonely man.
A man without dreams is a chaos. Because he spreads nothing.
But how does a man without dreams, dream nothing?
Maybe because he doesn’t want to dream at all? Nor he wants to chase any opportunity. Nor he lives with idealism. He just lives. And when fate comes, he simply goes back to dust. And the wind blows him away.
And I hope nobody inhales him.
Or maybe, he doesn’t dream at all because his dreams failed him. And it took his time away.
So maybe he’s not a man without dreams.
He is a man who lost his dreams.
-a very sad thought.
I have a friend whom I consider a very good listener. And a very wise person. We usually talk about life and stuff. We even touch each of our heart’s stories. We come to a point that our argument is about fate.
Is fate real?
Then I came to realize that there’s no such thing as fate.
My friend seemed to have just met a long lost friend. The man said, “I thought you’ve never wanted to go out with me.” And my friend answered..
“You could have known, if you’ve just asked.”
But he never did.
And I laughed.
Fate is a myth. It works with choices, decisions and will. Nonetheless, fate is an art of life. Carved by joy and tears. Painted with love and pain.
I am Jac
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