All of the fear, anxiety, worry, and regret.
All of the love and care that I want to give.
All the memories, both good and bad.
I let it all go and allow Him to take control.
I will move forward this time...
...for good.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
What if?
Memories of your hand clasped tightly against mine.
Laughter.
Tight embraces.
Walking.
I love you's.
Food. Lots of food.
Scott Pilgrim. PS3.
Late night visits.
Arguments solved with ice cream.
Heads on shoulders.
Messages.
Breakfast.
All of these memories are becoming a blur. I try to find tangible proof that it did happen, that I wasn't dreaming about everything. What if?
Laughter.
Tight embraces.
Walking.
I love you's.
Food. Lots of food.
Scott Pilgrim. PS3.
Late night visits.
Arguments solved with ice cream.
Heads on shoulders.
Messages.
Breakfast.
All of these memories are becoming a blur. I try to find tangible proof that it did happen, that I wasn't dreaming about everything. What if?
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Parents
The past weekend, I was experiencing the brunt of my parents's temper. Looking back, I couldn't really blame them. The weekend was tiring for both of them.
But I admit that I was complaining and crying after they gave it to me. I started ranting to one of my friends on how they can't be that way to one of their co-servants, who they fondly call their second children. How is it that they could extend their patience with them, I said, while when it comes to me, they easily get agitated. I even ranted on Twitter on how I was my dad's favorite because he always saw my faults.
But then I realized through my friends that I was actually blessed that I have them both in my life. Some people wish that they were their parents because theirs either weren't present or don't really support them.
And they were right. Even though they did lose their temper from time to time, they were always there for me.
They always supported my decisions.
Their arms were always available for an embrace every time I couldn't hold back my tears.
They would take care of me when I get sick.
They were ready to give advice whenever I was confused.
Dinners would never be without laughter because of my dad's antics.
Heartbreaks didn't have to be so hard because mommy was there.
I didn't have to commute going to work because my dad would drop me off so that I'd be safe.
They'd both show me in many ways how much they love me and that I'm their favorite child (HAHA).
And to think I've hurt them so many times because of my shortcomings as a daughter. They never turned their back on me. And for that, I am grateful.
My parents are pretty amazing. I wouldn't trade them for anything else in the world.
But I admit that I was complaining and crying after they gave it to me. I started ranting to one of my friends on how they can't be that way to one of their co-servants, who they fondly call their second children. How is it that they could extend their patience with them, I said, while when it comes to me, they easily get agitated. I even ranted on Twitter on how I was my dad's favorite because he always saw my faults.
But then I realized through my friends that I was actually blessed that I have them both in my life. Some people wish that they were their parents because theirs either weren't present or don't really support them.
And they were right. Even though they did lose their temper from time to time, they were always there for me.
They always supported my decisions.
Their arms were always available for an embrace every time I couldn't hold back my tears.
They would take care of me when I get sick.
They were ready to give advice whenever I was confused.
Dinners would never be without laughter because of my dad's antics.
Heartbreaks didn't have to be so hard because mommy was there.
I didn't have to commute going to work because my dad would drop me off so that I'd be safe.
They'd both show me in many ways how much they love me and that I'm their favorite child (HAHA).
And to think I've hurt them so many times because of my shortcomings as a daughter. They never turned their back on me. And for that, I am grateful.
My parents are pretty amazing. I wouldn't trade them for anything else in the world.
Someday...
At the right time, at the right place, and with the right person, love will happen.
Meanwhile, I'm going to make myself whole. So that when I finally meet the person that God has just for me, I'm ready.
I can't wait. :)
Meanwhile, I'm going to make myself whole. So that when I finally meet the person that God has just for me, I'm ready.
I can't wait. :)
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Artsy fartsy.
I am a frustrated photographer. It has been one of my dreams to own a manual SLR camera and shoot away. We actually have one at home but the flash is busted and film is expensive, so never mind.
Anyway, I've been shooting random things at the places I've been too or when traffic gets too boring. I used my Blackberry Curve 9300's camera and edited the pictures using the Molome app.
Since this is my blog, and you have no say on what I can and cannot post (hurr hurr), here they are:
Anyway, I've been shooting random things at the places I've been too or when traffic gets too boring. I used my Blackberry Curve 9300's camera and edited the pictures using the Molome app.
Since this is my blog, and you have no say on what I can and cannot post (hurr hurr), here they are:
Monday, September 3, 2012
Worth.
A few days ago, a friend and I were talking about exes and past loves. He then went on to remark that he wanted to punch the daylights out of someone who cheated on one of our friends. I asked him why he wanted to beat that person badly, and without blinking an eyelash, he replies, "kasi wala siyang kwenta." (because he's worthless)
That comment irked me. First of all, how could he call someone, or anyone for that matter, worthless? Nobody was born worthless. Everyone was born into this world for a GREAT purpose. As a matter of fact, everything was placed here in this world for a specific reason, whether it be a cockroach or a fly. It has a purpose.
If something as small as a cockroach has a purpose, what more a human being? People are precious, priceless, great treasures, AND EVERYBODY SHOULD REALIZE THAT. We were all born great, and we have potential to achieve great things in life.
So never look down on yourself or on anyone else. Each one of us is great and priceless. Never forget that.
That comment irked me. First of all, how could he call someone, or anyone for that matter, worthless? Nobody was born worthless. Everyone was born into this world for a GREAT purpose. As a matter of fact, everything was placed here in this world for a specific reason, whether it be a cockroach or a fly. It has a purpose.
If something as small as a cockroach has a purpose, what more a human being? People are precious, priceless, great treasures, AND EVERYBODY SHOULD REALIZE THAT. We were all born great, and we have potential to achieve great things in life.
So never look down on yourself or on anyone else. Each one of us is great and priceless. Never forget that.
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