God is Great

He gives us breakdowns to keep us humble
He gives us enough time to stitch back the broken pieces
He gives us something to laugh about by the time our hearts mend

He GIVES.

I don't know what this is, but after all these years even after you slip slowly out of my way, I still think fondly of you? After seeing you finally since 3 years ago, I still have the butterflies worms lizards all kinds of tickling animals in my stomach heart kidney every part of my body? After I went home I couldn't start to sleep just thinking about how short our conversation went, about the voice I've been longing to hear, the hand I've been longing to touch and the eyes I've been longing to see face to face? And the next day I can only wonder and keep on wondering where we'll be headed because no matter how accepting I'd have to be about whatever that comes along my days I can assure you how it'd be hard to possibly stand watching you end up with someone else, why is that still so? Why do I dream and only dream of a future with you, spend my mornings noons and nights with you and everything related to you? Why is it that we are hardly near each other even though distance only separates us by two quick hours but you're still the hardest stranger I can't imagine letting go as if there's no other male out of gazillions of humans on earth?

and I can only wish one day I'll hear the words I've always felt for you.
and hopefully from you.

Bits of Thoughts

Deep down......
I'd love to pull off a look like this in the future career life,

then come home to spend my time like this,

and at the end of the day to enjoy life like this and with you,
someone I can talk to, yet be silent with.

P.S. From the deepest part of my heart, I still love the color pink :)

God and His way

It's ridiculously ridiculous how God keeps balancing your feelings. You can never be too happy, never be too sad. Somewhere up there, He's watching me go through all this, wondering how far I can cope with all this whatchamacallit? Shit? Yes, exactly that. And maybe challenging my faithfulness? I keep telling myself "Stop with the whining, life's not that bad, in fact not bad at all, you're just not getting who you want(when you want it), you've got everything else in hand". Every moment has its meaning, every moment He planned for, we as his creations just never know. The simplest events like you were pissed for being late then somebody suddenly showed up and made your day. Something you didn't plan at all, and d'oh who are we to plan? Reminded me of what Summer said...

Summer: Well, you know, I guess it's 'cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and... now he's my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And... so?
Summer: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be.

Then I thought what if I'd left early like I wanted to? It would be a different story. And somehow I just need to get this inside my head that.....

Girl: "Yeah, I mean they say time is everything"
Boy: "Yeah, timing is everything"

Forget the Past, This is the Present

Another quote from someone's status(somehow facebook's becoming inspirational): "Dear life, when I asked you could my day get any worse, I meant it as a rhetorical question, not a challenge."

LOL!

Capital H..I..M

"They say, give it time,
Give it time and it will fall in line
But I, keep wondering how and when and why I haven't met you"

Dreamy

The difference between my oh-so-hopeful mid 20s and mid 30s.

Mid 20s (looking-for-the-right-one phase)

Mid 30s (enjoying-the-rest-of-my-life-with phase)

Both just truly crazy gorgeous

Refresh

Slap me anytime

Why do I complain?

Some girls get raped at a very young age
Some girls get physically abused by their parents
Some girls dont go to college, find money on the streets instead
Some people dont have complete body parts
Some can't see
Some can't touch
Some can't hear

and I'm here... complaining?
About what?
About assignments with killer deadlines?
About not having enough hours to sleep, when in fact the problem of time-management is on myself?
About friends who aren't there for me all the time, when in fact they've got their own lives to worry about?
About not getting the boy that I want, but letting go of the ones that actually wants me?

Why do I complain when my story isn't close to those in Banged up Abroad, where they get betrayed by their own so-called friends and ending up in jail for years because of them?

Why do I complain about how less I think I've achieved so far when I pass my old school and still see the same cigarette vendor just with a slightly cleaner outfit selling at the same exact spot after all these years?

Seriously, why do I complain?

I better grow up this time around.