Archive for the ‘life’ Category

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All I Want For Christmas Round 2

November 26, 2011

Santa Claus is coming to town. Christmas time, It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas is sharing, I am so excited about it.

A fellow blogger is hosting again a bloggers Christmas exchange gift. I really had fun last year… Ooops and Yeah I want to do it again. Thanks to PM for another great idea. So here we go 🙂

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good Wish List

Something small: leather wallet

Something big: Jansport backpack

Something cute: earphones

Something soft: pillow

Something techie: 1 TB Portable Hard Drive

Something fancy: a nice wristwatch

Something (insert your favorite color): black

Something wearable: medium GAP shirt ha-ha

Something you need: iPhone case(s) – an angry bird design or any minimalist design

Something you can use for work: starbucks tumbler =)

Something sweet: M & M’s Chocolate !!!

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good and I really, really, really want an iPad

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Close My Eyes

November 22, 2011

He’s sleeping now. Or at least he’s pretending to.

When his eyes are closed, he doesn’t see the world that is constantly throwing hurdles at him. He doesn’t feel reality biting all the time when he shuts his eyes and succumb to the relieving darkness that his eyelids give. He is safe when his eyes are closed.

Even the thought af sleeping scares him. Whenever he is haunted with the nightmares of his yesterday, he can’t help but weep silently with his pillows, alone in his dark and cold room. He wants to lay in bed and close his eyes, yet he doesn’t want to sleep. He just wants the comfort of his bed and his pillows and his stuffed toys. Yes, his stuffed toys. His loyal friends who would listen to him everytime he rants about the world. They wipe his tears when he cries violently during the night. Quietly, they love him unconditionally.

He’s tired of escaping from the world. The troubles, the quarrels, the unending misunderstandings that put a heavier burden on his already shattered soul. His body has been strained so much by the stress and depression that his life gives him. He is very, very exhausted.

Yet, he fights. He struggles. He survives.

He’s still pretending to sleep. His eyes are just closed. He is aware of the world around him, and he knows that with his bed, his pillows and his stufffed toys,he will live on forever. And ever.

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respect

November 9, 2011

infidelity defeats the purpose of respect.

and without respect,

love is diluted.

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things that walk away

October 12, 2011

He cried. He is crying. He will cry.

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Talking to himself during stressful moments became helpful. He would always recite his mantra to help him soothe his mood. “I am my own captain. I am my own captain.” He also shared his thoughts with his pillows, who were so sympathetic that they let him punch them when he couldn’t control his anger anymore. All of a sudden, he was alone in the world. And all the things he used to know, all the things he used to have, are now walking away from him. Those ungrateful things never looked back. They just walked away.

He never wanted to be alone. It was like suicide to live his complicated life with only himself and lifeless plump pillows to talk to. He used to be the happiest person in the world, laughing over simple things and smiling every time he wakes up. He used to have that unique glow that was very contagious and he made everyone so cheerful. But now he was enveloped with gloom, sulking inside his room whenever he is idle. His world seemed to stop revolving, as if his orbit had a clot and he didn’t know where to go anymore.

He told himself that it will all get better in time. Yes, he will wait for fresh wounds to heal again. And he will wait for his world to find a new orbit, a new solar system, a new galaxy. Will the things walk back to him again? He didn’t care. He will wait for new things to come. And he will embrace these things with open arms. He will embrace them tight enough to keep them secure but loose enough for them to have their own space to grow. And if time comes that these new things wanted to walk away too, he was now ready to let go. There may be wounds, but old scars will make him stronger.

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relationship

October 11, 2011

…is growing when every time you were hurt the more you become determined to love,

despite imperfections,

you accepted it with your whole heart – in trials,

together you survive,

in sufferings,

defeated or not,

both of you will fight back and at the end of the day when you almost want to give up,

you cannot,

because you know it will torn you apart.

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keys

October 5, 2011

Rules For Successful Living.

1. Don’t take yourself too seriously.

2. Learn to be patient.

3. Always be willing to admit that you don’t have all the answers.

4. Learn to forgive.

5. Identify your values and then live them.

6. Learn to make peace with how you’re feeling whether you like the way that it feels or not.

7. Practice being present.

8. Look for beauty in everything.

9. Build on your strengths

10. First fill yourself up with love. Then let it spill out into the world.

11. Let God be the center of everything you do.

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sad

October 5, 2011

some people never learn and probably never will.