Diorama

The countenance of life is a matter of choice. We often find ourselves exhausting all the possible means to gratify our ambitious desire.

Destiny? We decided on the path we are strolling through and yet we blame others for our crooked trails as we fail.

Everything happens for a reason. Reasons we don't want to accept, reasons we don't want to see, reasons that may teach us valuable lessons, reasons that may let us realize the true substance of living..

Giving rather than receiving is a valorous act not anyone can do. Existing for others is a course of individual human fragments called sharing.

07/28/2009 1425

Masalimuot na Buhay

Ano nga ba ang naghihintay sa akin sa mundong ito? Mahaba-haba nanaman ang aking tatahaking landas upang malagpasan ang hagupit ng buhay.

Balot ng pag-aalala at matinding pag-hihignapis sa maraming bagay, ang pag-usad ko ay parang napakaimposible.

Minsang naglakad ako sa dilim ay nakainggitan ko ang mga batang paslit. Sila ay napakainosente, problema'y tinatawanan lamang, masaya sa kung anong mayroon sila.

Pag sulyap ko naman sa mga tala sa langit, wala pa ring pag-asang umusbong at kuminang sa puso ko. Hanggang kailan ko magiging kaakibat ang paglulumbay?

07/28/2009 1059

Pretending

All of us tries to hide our real feelings and use it as an escape goat. To act as if everything's seem ok, making others believe that it is the case even if it is not. Are we really that afraid to show off our true color? To live in a world full of lies. Is this a part of our life that can falsibly make us contented? But veritably cuts deep.

Sometimes desiring a limbic system weir is not as bad, impossible but it could regulate our feelings well as it modulate the flow of the river. We knew it will leave nowhere, futile and yet we still opt to stick to what we think could make us blissful. We roar with laughter but no one sees our gloomy side. We attempt to understand circumstances and actions shown to us but we frantically cannot. We mask our tormented facet just to show that certain person that we are not affected. Acting like a brave hero but truly a coward inside.

Controlling hurdles is almost beyond bounds. Falling into the pit of depression rots our interior, it vigilantly alters our sentiment. We cannot simply shake off those blues as we wish. We must learn to live with it.

Can we really love without asking anything in return? Fighting and waiting for that weeny chance, savouring every moment you had with that special someone without stipulating, unrequited yet still sacrificing and giving your all. Inspite of the emotional agony we are into, spontaneous events in our everyday life can depict something we don't want to anticipate.

We can never teach our hearts, we can never muffle what we feel. Maybe it is worth the pain, just maybe..

07/27/2009 1045

Searching

Life has it's own way of making us smile even if you want to give up and lose hope.

Sometimes, we put too much passion on the biggest dreams and priorities in life that we fail to love the smallest pleasures from simple things.

We search so much for the right choices, for the right paths to walk through, for the right reasons.

But life isn't about searching for the things that can be found. It's all about letting the unexpected happen and finding the things you never searched for.

God's blessing may come as a surprise, how much you receive depends on how much your heart can believe.

07/24/2009 1515

Veneer

We always want to give others the best we had, to comfort them, to hear their sorrows, to check whether they're all safely and warmly tucked in their beds. Along the way, you might brighten up someone's day.

I casted myself to the pool of life where I meet different kinds of people. Hoping to be picked up by those caring hands someday.

Living in my own shattered crumpled world devours all the sensitivity in me, to smile is still something I have to do for other's sake.

My abandoned solitude mearly strikes other's attention, it is when you're alone you hear the real you. Sometimes words are not enough to express how you feel, most of the time you just want to be dispersed in the air and just vanish.

Behind that nurturing exterior is a wounded soul and a lonely heart trying to conquer her own battle longing for some love and affection from anyone.

07/24/2009 1408

Life on a Train- From Anonymous

Life is like a train ride. We get on, we ride, we get off, we get back on and ride some more. There are accidents and there are delays. At certain stops there are surprises.

Some of these will translate into great moments of joy, some will result in profound sorrow.

When we were born, and we first board the train, we meet people whom we think will be with us in our entire journey. Those people are our parents.

Sadly this is far from the truth. Our parents are with us for as long as we absolutely need them. They too have their own journeys to complete. We live on with the memories of their love , affection, friendship, guidance, and their ever presence.

There are others who board the train and who eventually become very important to us in turn.These people are our brothers, sisters, friends, acquaintances whom we will learn to love and cherish.

Some people consider their journey like a jaunty tour. They will just go merrily along. Others will encounter many upsets, tears and losses on their journey. Others will still linger on to offer a helping hand to anyone in need.

Some people on the train will leave an everlasting impression when they get off, some will scarsely leave a sign that they ever travelled along with you or even crossed your path.

We will sometimes be upset that some passengers whom we loved will choose to sit in another compartment and leave us to travel on our own. But nothing says we cannot seek them out again. Nevertheless, once sought out and found we may not even be able to sit next to them because that seat will be already taken.

That's okay..Everyone's journey will be filled with hopes, dreams, challenges, setbacks, and goodbyes. We must struggle to make the best of it no matter what. We must constantly strive to understand our travel companions and look for the best in everyone.

Any moment during our journey, one of our travel companions can have a weak moment and be in need of our help. We too may hesitate, even trip.. Hopefully we can count on someone being there to support and understand.

The bigger mystery of our journey is that we don't know when our last stop will come, not even those sitting in the seat next to us.

It is sad to make your final stop and those separation you made during the train ride will be painful. Leaving all those you're close, and meeting them again at the main station.

Just be glad you've contributed to their baggage and have enriched their lives as much as they contributed to your baggae and enriched your life.

We're all on this train ride together. We should all try to make this ride as pleasant and memorable as we can, right up until we each make our final stop and leave the train for the last time.

Why?

Why are some people like that?

There are times they will make you feel how important you are to them, lets you feel how special you are, and how you are loved..

Yet they slowly drift away without any notice, never hearing from them again.

And since you believed every single word they said.. You are left shattered, confused, and hurt.

07/24/2009 1250

Turmoil

It's harmless to be with the person who has that special spark for you. Laugh around, flirt a little. After all, there's no committment involved. It's actually fun if fun is really all you're after.

But when love strikes, it's unforgiving. Sometimes in order not to fall apart, you have to let go of what keeps you together.

Right now I am emotionally labile,, Frantically afraid,, Crying out for uncertainties,, Abiding for nothing,, Blinded by fictitious happiness,, Do I really need to make a fool out of my self?

The only reason why I felt this bad is because I felt something really good before. I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I am feeling right now is a beautiful sadness.

07/23/2009 1959

To Someone Special

Once thought to be a conducive venue for learning, faith has hovered my way to a place I barely know. Everyday doleful in this horrid institution aggravated my desolated world and hefty heart. I had no one. Being lonesome, insanity almost embraced me.

My grief-stricken life ended when I accidentally bumped into this typical guy, subsequently realizing that he is notably exceptional and not just a "typical one".

As days elapse, I started to catch a glimpse of his exquisiteness. This time I was stunned.

Giggling, teasing, crazy conversations.... Not in time I foreseen that I will suit his dispositions.

Unexpectedly captivated with his distinct appeal and unique individuality. Amidst the throng he still stands out, feasting my eyes on him by any chance.

Obstacles, hindrances, and time constraints wrapped me against him. Without any assurance of his existence, up until when? Who knows.. still I resort to hold on to this guy. He were in my life for a reason, thus I welcome him into my heart. It's not how short or long he'll stay.. The point is.. he came. If I am meant to be cut into pieces, let it be.

I patiently waited for someone like him, grasping this opportunity to be happy even at one point in my life. I didn't dropped any hint, I swear, it just happened. I am so blessed and fortunate to be chosen.

Splendid, excemplary. I really like the way he respect and treat me. His natural unembellished manner of letting me feel how special I am knocked my fragility. Straightaway, I'm feeling ecstatic.

Pensively deranged with the mere thoughts of the indisputably irresistible him can rock my world and affix a nice smile on my face.

Now that I found, I'd keep him and take good care of him, cherishing every enchanting moment I had with this special someone forever.

Thank you very much.

07/23/2009 1858

Bitter Reality

In this cold dark night, my soul is wandering out in the bitterness, wishing that each day will be as good as new. Days passed, still.. the emptiness inside me is slowly killing me.

Your actions shown I cannot accurately interpret drags me into a miserable pit of burden.

Confusion nearly embeds my sanity, my severed heart and tormented fragility hushfully longs for that magical feeling you unwrapped with me.

07/23/2009 1530