1:43 AM

1:43 AM

When I was watching my cellphone for the time, this is what I saw.

HAHAHA :D

143 messages

I also saw my phone and found out that I had these amount of messages even though I deleted some.

HAHAHA :D

The music playing in the office are also love songs. I definitely understand the lyrics.

HAHAHA :D

It's funny how these little things,  were once very insignificant things to me. Now, whenever I come across  these things I turn to a fantasy dimension thinking that everything was meant to be, like everything was tailored by destiny.

I must be crazy. Oh well, at least I'm happy.:)

           Since we've already established the fact that I AM going crazy, let me share to you a photo.:)

For me, this photo is very very vain. But since it's my first edited photo, cut me some slack. :)

It's a photo I decided to edit by myself using Adobe Photoshop CS6.

But the fact is, I only decided it. . my friends did all the work. (wink.)

To the photographers: HAHAHA :D I don't know which one, they were a lot.

To Chanson: For adjusting the paper size.

To Kuya Larynill: For fixing the photo since the very beginning up until the end.

To Gemmarie: For answering all the questions regarding Photoshop.

To Jazzie: For doing the finishing touches.

To Rojan: For uploading the photo.

To me: Though I did nothing, I stayed awake through the whole process. haha :D

To GOD: Thank YOU for all these people.

Thank you guys! I knew nothing, and you were all busy, but thank you for all the efforts. I love you all. :))

The Invisible Medicine

               I remember way back then, when I was still in high school - a viral flu was spreading all over our community. I could still remember how everybody was so scared to get a hold of that flu. Sadly, out of every precaution my parents made, they still got the flu. My mom, my dad, and my brother got it. The only people left in our house who was still healthy was me and my little brother. How fortunate! What was left in the family were both weaklings. I was still a High School Girl who knew almost nothing about the house chores or how to cook a decent meal while my little brother was 5 years old, so the family can't count on him either.

                We thought that everything was a disaster. But you know what happened? It turned out to be the best healing treatment ever. 

                  My dad is the only one in the family who could cook, so naturally I had to take over. At first, it was chaos, the food was bitter, the food became sweet and the food became sour. But after every try, I learned. I learned how to cook. I learned how to mince, I learned how to blend all the spices. My dad would taste every food I made, and after every taste no matter how delicious or awful it tasted, he always smiled.

                My mom did the house chores. So again, I had to take over, with a little help from my little brother also. Every time we tried to clean one part of the house, we always seem to get the other part dirty. My mom would just laugh seeing that we thought the broom and the rag was like solving rocket science.

                      Everyday, me and my brother would always end up tired. But the whole family, after the day was about to pass, we would all huddle up and talk, watch a movie, and laugh at how ridiculous all of us look. 

                    The best thing about these circumstances was discovering that there was more to the situation than meets the eye. Even though they were sick, they would still move. Even though we were tired, we would still move. 

Why?

Because we all love each other, and although the efforts are all minimal, we appreciated every part of it. It was the best medicine of all. It didn't heal their flu, but healed our bond as a unit, as a family.

And now, I'm so far from them. And my two brothers are all sick. I miss all of them. The rain going peter patter outside the office makes me miss all of them more.

To my classmate April Jhoy Ramon: I don't know your grandmother, in fact, I don't know you that deeply at all, but I sincerely hope for the best for your grandma. I know you'll make the right decision.

To Abraham Zerna: I hope you your well enough to be able to work. :)

To my brother and my baby brother: Be strong and obey. Your big sister is not there to scold you because you're sick. I know the three of us are not vocal, but I do LOVE BOTH OF YOU.

To my mom and dad: Thank you for everything. I know the both of you are worried. Stand Strong. HE will always HELP.

To me: Whatever trouble I have for my health particularly my skin today, I do hope it's nothing serious.

TO YOU LORD GOD: YOU are the only one who can heal each and every one. All Glory is YOURS. All will is YOURS.

                    

Shooting Star!

A "falling star" or a "shooting star" has nothing at all to do with a star! These amazing streaks of light you can sometimes see in the night sky are caused by tiny bits of dust and rock called meteoroids falling into the Earth's atmosphere and burning up. The short-lived trail of light the burning meteoroid produces is called a meteor. Meteors are commonly called falling stars or shooting stars. If any part of the meteoroid survives burning up and actually hits the Earth, that remaining bit is then called a meteorite.


http://starchild.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/StarChild/questions/question12.html

We saw a shooting star. 

And although the article above states that it has nothing, at all to do with a real star, the hope it brings still enlightens me. The imaginary feeling of hope and magic. Amazing! 

It was quick, small and lasted for about 3 seconds.

But we still saw it.

The fake message it relays about a star and a wish was a fact we both knew.

But I still did made a wish.

The world hurts, the world can sometimes be harsh. But little miracles like this, exist, for a mere fantasy of both magic and love. 

Little Paper

The little paper manufactured with love, tenderness and warmth.
The little paper who grew to be a beautiful product.
The little paper that was once clean, solid and plain.
The little paper who found its glory days in pre-school.
The little paper who fought the feisty weather in elementary.
The little paper who got herself wet and torn during the high school years.
The little paper who uncovered all the colors and lines it could hold.
The little paper who tried to make a difference.


That little paper went off-shore, and traveled to whatever material it could hold to.
That little material found it's way.
That little material who found other types of paper it could bond with, all with their different sizes, and colors and lines.


This little paper got lost.
This little paper forgot why she traveled.
This little paper had to evaluate.


And so, the paper would try again.
The paper had to grow up.
The paper had to remember, that there was another world out there.
And that she has to remind herself constantly, to be careful.


Little paper, don't forget your roots.
Little paper, be careful.
Little paper, be sure.
Little paper, don't forget.
Little paper, walk straight back. It's time for you to remember.

A Picture - Not Anymore - Perfect

Nothing it seems, is not always what it seems,

Once it is broken, it’s impossible to redeem.

The once bond you’ve shared since the beginning,

The once comrade, you thought was everything.

Although everything seems to be okay,

Clouds suddenly clog the once sunny day.

Quiet and silent glances we both take,

Awkward conversations we both make.

As much as possible, we avoid each other,

Escape the paths we usually take together.

As this continues, I fervently wonder,

If this scenery will continue on forever.

Every color turns to gray,

Every memory slowly fades,

Future wanders, come what may,

Expired differences, I frequently pray.

You got behind my back. You ruined my trust. You made me cry. Do you know that my heart is aching? Do you know how much it hurts?? Do you know how my eyes are tired??


Did you know?


Or you didn't even bothered to look?


I still love you my dear friend, I still do. . .

This is the part of life, where you wait. . . you wait for everything that you hoped for, you wait for everything that you prayed for. . .

This is the part of life, where your still waiting. . . (patience) It'll be in HIS will.

This is the of life, where your patience turns into cries.

This is the part of life, where your cries are silenced.

This is the part of life, where you laugh . . . because you found unexpected people, to make you laugh.


This is the part of life, where you wait. . . HE'll always be there.

While the friends you thought weren't there.

HE'll be there.


This is the part of life, . . . . This is just a part of life.

Shhhh. . .

Breathing . . . (inhale)

Breathing . . . (exhale)

My eyes feel like crying,

My heart is aching.

Shhhhh . . . 

. . . Hush! . . .

Keep Quiet!

Your whimpers must be silenced.

Shhhh. . . .

Dear Heart,

This is not the right place.

Rather, keep up that smiling face.

At the right time,

You'll be able to cry.

It's hard, but you'll make it.

Just wait for a little while.

So for now, hush!

Breathing . . . (inhale)

Breathing . . . (exhale)

No one must see. . 

No one can know. . .

So,

Smile

:)

At the right time, you'll be able to cry. 

Up when I thought. >.< .

Once I thought there was an angel,

Now all I see is a brute mongrel.

Your quiet pesky mood,

Kills everything I thought was good.

On the first day, we became friends,

Smiling, you dare to pretend.

These scars you've now led,

Too late for them to mend.

Your brown eyes so filled with lies,

Knowing perfectly whom you despise.

Picture perfect person you entice,

I just thought we were allies.

You're not a queen that I'd bow down,

You're no saint that I'd kneel upon.

You're no worthy of praise,

You and me, we're just the same.

So don't be a Madonna,

And feel like you're all that.

You always compare with thee,

Now go, and subject to the jury.

Never shall I once again be careless,

And choose the people who care-less!

At least, that's for the best,

Goodbye my long lost friend, 

It's time for this heart to rest.