IF I FIND YOU SUBMERGED IN MY INTROSPECTION, IT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE WHO OVERFLOWS WITH IT. MY EXISTENCE IS CAPTIONED BY THIS PREDICAMENT OF A LIFE LARGER THAN THE MARGINS PLACED AROUND ITS EDGES.
MY BITTERSWEET STATEMENTS IN SUPPORT OF THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS..
I sneer at people who can throw invectives at others without knowing where they are insufficient... Those who rage in anger over things they never understood - like how two strangers connect without spending time to talk..Or why it seemed like they have known each other before?... In the paradigm of sacrifice, I am the one that always needed something to believe in, in all the aspects of my life. To live, to protect my children, to love and fight for others and everything that matters to my existence. I learned, slowly, in the length of time too stretched and far away that hope the same as love is the simplest of word we can think of and give. And ironically, the hardest to get in this world where deceit and betrayal can sometimes disguise themselves as over-bearing. The purity of heart will always remain the wall that shields us. It's certitude.
♥ON BOOK POWER!♥
I love books, I treasure them like my life. I spend thousands of minutes in Powerbooks - reading from prologues to epilogues before paying for them. And it's one freaking habit I carried on to ppl close to me - they're adddicted to it! .
♥MY TAKE ON KIDLAT TAHIMIK AND HIS SUNFLOWER HOUSE!♥
Truthfully,I would celebrate each day I get the chance to meet people who think this way. Kindred ideas of equal mindset... People who idolise Sun Tzu's The Art of War and Coelho's Warrior of the Light...People who can relish every second of conversation with Eric De Guia as he talks about the planks of woods he used to build his atelier on Session Rd..And how art is desecrated by wannabe's.
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♥ON THE SWIFT PASSING OF TIME...♥
Youth is fleeing, temporary. In this life, family & friendships are like the air that I breathe. I feel if you let go of those, just like your youth, everythin will be BLAH. We should keep them - like how you imagine a child holding tightly a lollipop in his hand..
♥WHAT ABOUT THE PALM READER?♥
An old soul, so said by a palm reader. One blink of my eyes would mean a thousand ideas conceived and processed... Do you know what constitutes the basic idea of being a woman of substance? When intelligent conversation matters more than sex itself.. I am starting to patronize that...How many reincarnations ive transcended? Caffeine-freak. Walk into my skin... Soulful.Ethereal.
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2.20.2006
AFTER THE STORM

AFTER THE STORM.


Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream.When you wanted to pursue happines at an arm's length, it veers from you like the strong, drifting wind initiating the grand chase of your lifetime and it leaves you gasping for breath, unable to win the race. Where has it gone?

I've had a motley of chances with time trying to chase that drifting wind. Two chances at life. And in between, I had asked God if I am still worthy to live a life that's far too different from the one I used to live. It seems to me that as I grew older, I had lost the spirituality of my youth, when I'd spend long hours inside the church to commune with HIM... I miss that phase. When life was as plain as white, devoid of complexities: rearing my little daughters, bringing them to school, doing homeworks with them, waitng for my husband to come home, praying in bed, waking up thanking the Lord for a beautiful day. All domesticated pleasures.

These are the things that can pierce me with longing when I am displaced from them by time's whim.

Our dreams took them away.

And day after day is heartbreak each time they cross my mind. If I have the chance to maneuver the hands of time back to relive those simple pleasures, I'd grab it with my life. Shield my family from every storm that comes to make sure no one will leave... I crossed paths with those storms many times over. I am still here, out of it, not the same person I was when I walked in. And after the storm, It's still the 3 of us: myself and my daughters by my side. I've alaways prayed to God that, as they grow old, may they remember and carry with them mommy's love. I know they will... And I wouldn't care anymore if the rest of the world forgets.

I write this for Wam and Roxeanne. They are my witness to all the storms I surpassed. I may have done my own mistakes but I know that no matter what, they will always choose the same mother over and over again without a fail.
I do not know if I still could picture the sun. Perhaps I will keep on running after that strong, drifting wind. And if I catch it, I will never ever let it slip through my hands again.

God is good.
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