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I stopped writing a long time ago… and I thought I wouldn’t wanna write back.. there was a chapter in my life that ceased my hand to hold a pen and stroke letters.. even to scribble was so hard to do. I never imagined how cruel life was that it stopped my mind from creating stories.. it stopped me from revealing emotions through my writing.. it stopped me from sharing life experiences carved and crafted through time.

there might be moments in our lives where we lose track of ourselves and end up feeling hopeless.. there maybe times when we wanna leave everything behind and just want to stare blankly at an empty space for the rest of our lives… but in a matter of time, things turn back to the way it was.. and its far even better. You just wouldn’t realize it not until you lose yourself and everything that matter most to you. And not until you find inspiration and the passion to relive that yearning, that’s when you start to live again.

holding a pen was unplanned.. it took me a while to start to carve strokes.. it took me some time to scribble and let my mind wander through the clouds... but im glad that time was right enough for me to find this passion for writing again.. im more than happy to clasp my hand onto this pen, pour out my emotions and share my life stories…

People can either pull you up, or bring you down… we try to ask ourselves if the people around us are the people that we ought to spend our time with... if they are helping us or trying to ruin our being.. are they worth it? We question ourselves and end up, questioning more..

at times I would wonder why are we living on earth when we are only hurting each other?

Why can’t things be as simple as a bird perched on a tree, humming a song while waiting for the sun to set? Why can’t life be as trouble-free as a fish, swimming around the tank wiggling and wobbling in bliss? Or like a kitten, waiting for its mom to feed her, stress-free and happy… why can’t things be like that? Why can’t we be, like that?

This world would be less complicated if we live simply.. if we learn to appreciate things that we have.. without complaining.. if we learn to value people, blessings and opportunities.. Life is beautiful, it’s a lot beautiful when we learn to love it..

The people around you, are the ones who are influential and helpful as you journey along this life.. so make the most and choose the people you hang out with.. do not question why, just be happy and learn to live with it..

I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

I haven’t even known what that is

But deep down inside, I am searching for something

I’m looking for something that I do not possess

And hoping to finally get a grip of it

As much as I wanted to tell the world about this longing

I got nothing else to say but this…

The world deprives me from becoming who I am

I’ve been running everywhere to search for answers

I’ve been wandering around to see the truth

Everyday is a battle, each day is a chance

The closer I get to knowing the reason,

The farther I get to becoming who I wanna be

The world is such a vast horizon, none that exists is real

The question lies underneath this quest, of finding what there is

That the world is keeping from me.

Should I continue to dwell on this longing?

Or leave everything else on circumstance?

Overwhelmed by my thoughts

Too much things to handle, too much pain to keep

Desperately looking for comfort and support

Nobody cared to offer…

All we cared about is ourselves

We tend to forget about important things

Even ignoring emotions and feelings

Taking time for granted

When do we stop?

When do we start caring?

When everything else vanish, that’s when we start to think

That’s when we start to feel.

We all need someone to spend our lives with, a person who will look up to us and accept our uniqueness. A gentle touch, a warm embrace, a loving word… is what makes our lives fulfilling.

We meet different kinds of people from all walks of life- children who scavenge for food; families who break up; strangers searching for their way home. All of them are in search for a blissful life, a life spent with eternal happiness.

We all need someone to talk to. Who will listen to our fancy stories and our silly jokes, someone who laughs at us and tickles a funny bone, a person whom we can lean on, who always have a shoulder to cry on. Someone who would pamper us and make us feel secured.

Words of encouragement that inspire us...

We probably think that only a perfect person possesses it all, that only a rich man with all his treasures could experience such blissful living, that only a public servant manifests all these qualities. And that superman, endowed with super powers could make all these possible. But have we ever thought of a person just right in the corner? The person who have been there for us since then on, who have watched over us since birth until we lost our innocence... That someone who brought us into this world is who we first opened our eyes, who first witnessed our first breath, our first cry, our first smile. Thy hands that have pampered us, whose loving touch and kind words molded our being. A person we can always count on, someone who would never leave our side, who sacrificed and took the risks out of love. The one who would make an assurance that "everything will be all right." Through thick and thin, in good times and in bad, will always be there and never hesitates to accept our being "us"- of being the person who we truly are. She's the only person who believes in our capacities and sees the best in us. Our strength when life seems so bitter, our sight when we lose a glimpse of reality, our hope when we almost give up, our faith when nobody tries to believe, our inspiration in achieving our dreams, who completes our being and makes our life worth living...

Thou art an angel sent from above, an instrument of God who made a big difference in each of our lives. Whose unconditional love endures and nurtures forever.

Life would be impossible without thy hands. This world would never be like this without her. A mother's love has it all, that's all we ever need.

"This was the speech I wrote in my English class on mother's day of May 2003. I sent this to my mom who's working in Italy for eight years now. She is my life, my inspiration... I am the person that I am now because of her."

It's been long since you left me

And I forced myself to let go,

But when i saw you once more

My heart seemed to grow.

It's like something strange

A feeling that isn’t right,

I pretended that it's over

Yet deep inside I still wonder.

Is this what destiny is?

In just a click it's going to be like this?

You have hurt my heart before,

Now it's hard for me to open my door.

I had bear in mind that I lost you

And so you lost me too...

I was seeking for the reasons,

Then found out that love was at the wrong season.

I still ask myself why,

"Can't we make another try?

Just tell me if you will stay

Then I'll know if you're in my way."

But if we really are meant for each other

May time won't ruin and bother...

But loving you is setting you free,

And letting you go is my destiny.

this is one of my HS life's pieces...

I found a note of a girl and decided to tell the world about it…

Dear God, if you could make one miracle, could you please send me one? How long is the shipment? I’ll email you my address and all the information that you need. I need one badly… You’re the only person I know that could help me. I’ve asked everybody else but they refused.

I had a fight with my best friend this morning. She broke my pen and I was angry. She said she did not mean to break it but I was mad and shouted at her. She cried when I told her I can’t forgive her after what she did. It was my favorite pen, and I could never have one like it. She went home with a heavy heart and she would never want to go back to school not until she’d find the same pen that I had. She tried putting it together with some glue yet it didn’t work. Instead, she went to a bookstore to find that pen.

After a couple of hours, she was found lying in the street, drenched and all covered with blood. And the only thing she had in her hand was a pen and a little note that says “I finally found your favorite pen Jane, I’m sorry for messing up this morning.”

My best friend died. She was hit by a truck on her way to my house. I feel terribly bad about it. How will I tell Anna of how sorry I am for pulling her hair at school this morning? I need to tell her I was wrong for treating her that way. She was my bestest friend. I shouldn’t have shouted at her. I shouldn’t have told her I hate her.

One single miracle is all I ask Lord. Please let Anna open her eyes…

“When it’s too late, that’s when we realize our own mistake...” Anna didn't mean to break Jane's pen. Anna's life wouldn't have ended drastically if Jane forgave her. Do we have to lose someone before we'd tell them how sorry we were for taking them for granted? Life is too short to be wasted, learn to forgive and make the most of your time with people you care about...