i like being underwater. the noise is drowned out and peace flows through every bubble that comes out of your nose. i wonder if time travel feels like that.
i wonder if agua bendita feels the way i do underwater. HAHA.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
i realize that despite my wrong choice of course, you got me through college.
course blockmates. english blockmates. one-time classmates. a-few-more-times classmates. lab groupmates. reporting groupmates. youth campmates. nstp mates. immersion mates. area mates. orgmates. jta mates. dorm mates. roommates.
and now that i don't see you anymore, the world is a bit less colorful, a bit more noisy.
so, this is missing you..:(
course blockmates. english blockmates. one-time classmates. a-few-more-times classmates. lab groupmates. reporting groupmates. youth campmates. nstp mates. immersion mates. area mates. orgmates. jta mates. dorm mates. roommates.
and now that i don't see you anymore, the world is a bit less colorful, a bit more noisy.
so, this is missing you..:(
Friday, July 16, 2010
Do you imagine as you lie in bed just before you sleep?
well, i do.
because i'd like to think that every star hears a whispered wish each night. and each star whispers to the sky and to every particle of air that floats down to earth. to wherever the wind blows...which means that every breath we take is someone else's wish.
and we become a part of a conspiracy that makes wishes come true.
so, you whisper a wish, and you cross your fingers that the person you're wishing about is thinking this happy thought too, as he lies in bed just before he closes his eyes to sleep.
well, i do.
because i'd like to think that every star hears a whispered wish each night. and each star whispers to the sky and to every particle of air that floats down to earth. to wherever the wind blows...which means that every breath we take is someone else's wish.
and we become a part of a conspiracy that makes wishes come true.
so, you whisper a wish, and you cross your fingers that the person you're wishing about is thinking this happy thought too, as he lies in bed just before he closes his eyes to sleep.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Every Sunday, Mom and I attend service at Ayala cinema 1. Service is by the wonderful people of Touchpoint. One Sunday, either the last or the one before that, something struck me, and i promised myself to put it on paper so I won't forget. Well, this isn't exactly paper, but.
All sunshine without rain makes a desert.
ha! I guess I just have to stop whining and learn to dance in the rain.
All sunshine without rain makes a desert.
ha! I guess I just have to stop whining and learn to dance in the rain.
miles away from where i am now are two girls named tracing paper and maddie langlang barbeque who live in a small condo unit that i had once used to call home. nevertheless, i feel like they're right beside me as they flood my wall with countless nonsensical comments that make me choke in the effort to keep from laughing out too loud as to wake the soundly sleeping parents.
to my sisters, go finish your homework. hahaha.
good night. love you. don't forget to pray before you sleep.
to my sisters, go finish your homework. hahaha.
good night. love you. don't forget to pray before you sleep.
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