You’re My Second Wind

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|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|

|Right there.|

 

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To My Queen: Happy Birthday Esan! *love*

 

“To all the Kings in our gaseous sphere.. Treat your Queen just the way they should be treated. If you can’t, forget about trying. Don’t even think about it. Don’t even breathe. *haha*char* “

 

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*Wala na tayong ibang picture kaya ito na lang ulit haha*

*Kasi walang mahilig magpicture sa ating dalawa*

 

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A mom is a superhero before one’s eyes.

They said it’s difficult to save the earth alone. But earth revolved for billions of years, and believe me.. Moms ruled the earth. There could have been a lot of  Mother T-rex before who cared for their little T-rex.

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And they’re never allowed to complain when they’re in pain. They try to subdue and ease it. They try to be there.

They try.

They always do.

 

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They are the most precious luxury anyone could have.  And it’s for free. They could get a little loony sometimes..but that’s just how they show their love.

 

 

|To Mama|

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Hey.. Happy Birthday Ma 🙂 Masarap pa rin ang luto mo kahit anong sabihin nila..

*haha*

 

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At Salamat sa walang sawang pag-aalaga. 🙂

 

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Huwag ka po mag-alala..

Matututo rin ako na maglaba. 😀

 

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Okay. *haha* ❤

 

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Ganun pa man, kahit mas madalas na ako na lang mag-isa sa pila, alam kong bago ko pa  makita si Miss Cashier.

Darating ka.

Lagi.

Dahil nasayo yung pitaka. *haha*

 

P.S. Sana mas showy tayo sa isa’t isa, kahit hindi talaga. *haha* Mas sweet pa ko sa mga kaibigan ko. 

At sana humaba pa ng maraming maraming marami ang kulot mong buhok. 

Stay healthy. And whole.

And you’re still beautiful.

Maligayang Kaarawan Esan! *love*

 

 

Happy Birthday To My Friend Who Makes My Life A Little Bit Louder! 

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|Photo credits|K. P.|

|A good friend will celebrate her birthday tomorrow|She took this photo a month ago|

|If she will be able to read my page|I would like her to know how grateful I am to be part of her life|

|I may not be the friend who always roll for millennial stuff|

|I love old times|I tend to love things that will grow old|

|A friend whom you would remember even if you turn 80|

|I may not be as showy as others|tagging stuff|social media alerts|

|But I always try my best to attach some strings to people I care about |A string that will get old eventually|

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|To Zela|

I will never forget when you handed me tons of sheets and I will always be grateful to know that someone like you, would actually see my efforts towards the people I care for.. to people I love.

Helping others is not easy for me. Because knowing people is not my skill. Knowing people is my fear. And I’m thankful because you have torn that fear and you let me become part of your life.

I always tell you that eyes never lie. And I’m sorry if I can’t help myself to speak about tears.. and pain.. But I know that you could get through all of it. You’ve shown enough courage. And you deserve  pure happiness.

(Remember the day you had to leave that glass door?) I was really proud of myself that it didn’t brought me into tears. You wanna know why? Because in a short span of time, you’ve made me feel that you’ll never leave a shit out of me. That you’re ready to break walls, flaring your colored hair, just to see me because you’re my friend. And friends will never forget.

And yes it’s okay to cry. That maybe we can’t understand everything, but always remember that everything happens for a reason. That every single thing will fall in its own place. And everything will be fine.

Repay me nothing. Because I love what I do. And I would love to tease you more..to talk to you more often..to take more pictures of ourselves..to eat more..to start painting our plans.

I love hugs. Because hugs were meant for friendships.

You are vocal enough. And I could hear you from within. If you think I can’t hear you, kick the door, break some glasses, until I hear you. Until I see your eyes..then I will listen. Because I’ll never get tired to listen.

Simply because you are my friend. And no LOB could change that. Make sense? *hihi*

—–from your friend who has the same mental disorder as yours
P.S. I still love my tinapay with molds. But I love you more.

 

Happy Birthday To My Friend Who Makes My Life A Little Bit Louder! 

A Sweet Sojourn

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“Half of this world we have dusk and half of it we have grace. And that certain horizon that binds the two, it’s the soul of serenity and eternal love.”

Few months ago, I gambled half of my life, half of my time or maybe half of my nature and half of my heart. Half of my heart because I have risked everything to an unknown. Nonetheless, it is a waste of time to be very detailed now. And yes, it was a big risk. Some would say, it wouldn’t matter anyhow. Some would say, it was a choice but never a risk. Some would say, I got nothing but nothing. Well, one thing I’ve learned there, was to make something out of nothing. You know, waiting for your turn for the next ring and all you got is your gut to convince a stranger to take your deal. And it was difficult. A real deal for the word “”difficult”. I also tried to struggle and brawl once for worthless mediocrity. The rest is history, what a rubbish of me.

That was my Dusk. An untamed thing.

Every day, I had to wake up, forcing my rigid body to get my hands on those keys, punching all day, listening to different voices, hearing numerous stories. And I won’t lie. I actually got to a certain point that I told myself, “I’m done.” But guess what, something good kept me going then… Something good urged me to get off my bed and to condition myself around.  *At ibalato mo na sa akin kung ano yun, okay lang?*

That was my Grace. Sweet grace, I’d say.

Nevertheless, things change. I am aware of it. I may be naïve but I’m not that imprudent.

Change. Fortress as it is. You can’t knock it off.

But then I really don’t give a shit on that… until I do. Not rattled, but disconcerted. And what was left was for me to take another risk, to struggle another phase and the decency to pacify.

And that was my Horizon.

My entire sojourn wasn’t as perfect as what I had expected. But I don’t regret staying and tossing up. So much for the things I learned, I don’t want to enumerate all those stuff here. *laughs*. Because I’ve learned a lot, if that’s what you want to hear. And believe me, I gained such lessons in the most bent and sickest way. But if there’s one thing that keeps on hanging around my consciousness, it is the fact that we are not entitled to whole things. Every time we fail, entailed to that is success, if there’s night there’s day, if there’s dropped call there’s a well-done deal, if there’s E there’s A, if there’s confusion there’s understanding, if there’s hatred there’s love, if there’s doubt there’s trust, if there’s pain there’s joy, if there’s one there’s the other, and so on and so forth. And in between those halves there’s this certain skyline where they collide. And for all you know, once you’ve reached the skyline, everything seems to be done and tranquil.

Because half of this world we have dusk and half of it we have grace. And that certain horizon that binds the two, it’s the soul of serenity and eternal love.