Jan 27, 2014
Jan 24, 2014
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Today, I thought about my friends.
Okay, let me clear this out first.
I have a whole lot bunch of acquaintances whom I smile and joke around with and then here comes friends whom I share my life with.
The rest are some people I just tolerate (an inside joke).
Now back to what I'm saying, I thought about my friends.
Okay, let me clear this out first ... again.
I have childhood friends, and high school friends, and college friends, and church friends, and college/church (pls. read the '/' not with 'or' but with 'slash') friends.
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"I want to buy an apple laptop. I think there are more options they offer in the Sm Aura branch than in Bonifacio Global City branch. I'm going to take a bath and I should leave soon ... to get my new apple laptop."
And shortly, I woke up. It was just a dream.
Of course it's just a dream!I don't have the means to buy an apple laptop. Oh how I wish!
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Today, January 19th of 2014 — exactly 20 days before my birthday.
From this day on until February 7th, I will be religiously posting out my thoughts and other stuff inside my thriving head.
For this day, I'd like to share out what has gotten into me why on earth have I thought about doing this.
Hmmm ... let me think. Maybe, I have been brooding about the fact that I haven't posted anything lately. Or maybe, I wanted to feed the starving writer in me. Or maybe, I wanted to see how life has been good to me (and how I've been good in life ... kidding!) in words and not just in my mere thoughts.
Jan 13, 2014
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I have this drawing in my head
Planning to do things ahead
But God reminded me
Of what should be my priority
A prayer now I utter,
Time I won't squander
People I'll learn to value
Mean whenever I say "thank you"
Give more, expect less
Serve people, not impress
Your love — my haven
Let every motivation be love driven
Dec 17, 2013
I can't be the girl dancing.
I can't be the girl singing.
I can't be the girl grinning.
I can only be the girl writing.
Nothing much to offer.
In my desk I lay my soul to slaughter.
Nor fame and wit and power …
Ne'er became my lover.
In life, you win some you lose some.
In your head, a great schism.
Gained friends when I grooved in the rhythm.
Lost 'em when distorted by prism.
I'm tired of being not being.
Exhausted of the paradox teasing.
Dizzy of the cycle luring.
Deaf from the skeptical barrage I'm hearing.