|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
“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* “
*Wala na tayong ibang picture kaya ito na lang ulit haha*
*Kasi walang mahilig magpicture sa ating dalawa*
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.
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 always do.
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.
Hey.. Happy Birthday Ma 🙂 Masarap pa rin ang luto mo kahit anong sabihin nila..
At Salamat sa walang sawang pag-aalaga. 🙂
Huwag ka po mag-alala..
Matututo rin ako na maglaba. 😀
Okay. *haha* ❤
Ganun pa man, kahit mas madalas na ako na lang mag-isa sa pila, alam kong bago ko pa makita si Miss Cashier.
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*
It took me three months to finish what you’re seeing above. And don’t expect too much. Haha 😛 It was just a product of my sleepless nights or tiresome days. And it’s starting to stress me out because I can’t think of the stroke nor the color I would apply on the Moon and the space surrounding it.
Mali ba ko ng concept?
Magulo lang ba talaga ko mag-isip?
Or walang kwenta lang talaga yung kinulayan ko. Haha
O sadyang walang pwedeng magpuno ng nararamdaman ko.. habang iginuguhit ko ‘to.
A very interesting word.
Parang yung panahon na kinain mo yung cupcake na pinadala ng nanay mo para sa recess time niyo sa school.
Walang masyadong espesyal na handog ang post na ‘to.
Isa lamang ‘tong pagkilala sa salitang hiatus na nagsasabing hindi masamang magpahinga.
Lalo na kung pagod ka na.
(Kasi nasira ang dryer niyo at nagkataong ikaw yung nakatokang maglaba.)
Gumana ka na po. 😦 HAHA
Utang na le-erb.
|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|
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!
|Each day has its own worth, beauty and meaning.|
|Always remember that.|
“I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.”
Before I eat another cookie, I would like to say thank you to all the gods and deities who made this week a little extraordinary than my daily routine. Reminding me that I have a 24-hour right to breathe and to forget about all the turmoils. And it made me think somehow. It made me think of good things.
Somebody asked me, what’s your wish on your special day? I answered:
Maybe it humored him a bit and asked again, what’s your wish? For yourself. And I answered:
I wish for everyone’s peace of mind. Because that will help them to regain health.
I wish for my inner peace so I can extend myself more to others.
Few months ago, I spoke to one of my colleagues (she’s a good friend too) in the balcony where I usually drench myself at lunch. She said looking at the skyline, she wanted to make a dent and to create a change. It’s a great thought, I’d say. And I told her to pursue her dreams. She’s continuing her studies now and I hope for all the blessings and odds to be on her side. She’s a good kid.
And it made me think…
I also want to make a dent. But not that big. Nor to create a change in large scale.
My lifetime will never be enough:
But a simple dent to someone’s heart.
A dent that couldn’t change everything but could remind that person from time to time that it’s okay.
That it’s okay to eat pizza with a lot of pepper. That it’s okay to drink Chuckie even if you turn 80. That it’s okay to cry in public. That it’s okay to be hurt. (Because sooner or later it will be okay.) That it’s okay to get nightmares. That it’s okay to get tired. (Simply because we’re human.) That it’s okay to get crazy in love. It’s okay to commit mistakes. (As long as you treat it as a friendly reminder the next day.) That it’s okay to be in pain. (It strengthens your soul.)
It’s okay. It’s okay because that’s how life works.
(And I just used the word “okay” thirteen times. Haha)
I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.
Thank you for all the greetings! God bless you all. 🙂
**And why Vagabond? Wala lang. Gusto ko lang yung word. Haha It describes exactly my thoughts. Blog ko naman ‘to kaya walang pakialamanan sa titulo.
Kailan titila ang pagbuhos ng ulan
Na akala mo’y wala ng mapaglagyan
Kailan mahahawi ang kalangitan
Para dumungaw ang araw, at ngiti’y muling masilayan
Kailan guguhit ang pitong tulay ng kalangitan
Na siyang kukulay sa magulong kaisipan
Kailan muling guguhit
Ang mga ngiting hindi umiimik
Kailan titila ang malakas na pagbuhos
Ang pusong nadurog na ng lubos
Kailan masasagot ang mga katanungan
Mga bagay na pilit pinahahalagahan
Unti unti nang nabubura ng tubig ulan
Tama na, pagod na pagod na
Wala ka bang balak magpahinga?
Kailan titila ang napakalakas na ulan
Para muling umukit ng bahaghari na animo’y walang katapusan
(Yung body clock ko po ay wala na sa matinong kalagayan..parang yung isip kong lumilipad patungo sa nakaraan at pilit gumigising para sa kasalukuyan.. At para paghandaan ang kinabukusan.)
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