A list to fulfill before ascending :)
1. Climb the tallest tree in the world.
2. To have millions and give it all
3. Try parachuting, skydiving, bungee jumping, and the most, hot Air Ballooning ...weee
4. Greatest mom and best wife (:
5. Travel all the famous cities in Phil and Europe
6. Writer
7. Affect eternity
Well, I can dream all i want.. it's free!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
why does it always rain on me
Science explains so well why rain happens. As for me, it's magical! It amazes me how rain falls down from the sky - when clouds get so gloomy and so dark, as if it could no longer contain what it holds. Seeing the rain falls... such a bliss :)
I love rain more at night, when the raindrops are reflected by headlights.
Rain is my best lullaby, hearing the raindrops on the roof gives me comfort...sigh...
Rain also gives me a nostalgia, reminiscing a bittersweet memoirs... such a pity thing to do(lonely smile). When i'm in mood for loneliness i wish for hard rain but then i feel guilty thinking all the people living in the streets, having no shelter. Silly, selfish me.
But most of all Rain feels my heart.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Pablo Neruda
“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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