Love moves in mysterious way

It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it
happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why
some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.

You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore that take the life out of
the experience.

Love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions
and commonalities that two people share. And just as life
itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too,
the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that
cannot be questioned in its ways.

Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of lovewill come to you in full flower. Take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.

When this happen to young people, they too often try to
grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a
gift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out of
love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving,
they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather
than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.

They want answers where there are no answers. They
want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other
person no longer love them, or try to get their love to change,
thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.

They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life, their love will grow.

They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But
there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they
accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.

Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All
you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it
comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing,
then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person
who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it
poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can.

There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long
without love, they understand love only as a need. They see
their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and
they begin to look at love as something that flows to them
rather than from them.

The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as
their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need.
They cease to be someone who generates love and instead
become someone who seeks love. They forget that the
secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to
grow only by giving it away.

Remember this and keep it to your heart. Love has its time, its
own season, its own reason for coming and going. You
cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can
only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it
comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or
from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and
there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and
always will be a mystery. BE GLAD THAT IT CAME TO LIVE
FOR A MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE.

If you keep you heart open, it will come again...

Nagpapaka:]

para di na ako matuksong mukhang bata...


kaya eto sinusubukan kong mag paka dalaga...ehehe

kung noon parang uala lang sa akin kung anong isusuot ko..

ngayon nag bago nah..hihi:]

Bata man ako sa height pero at least di naman bata ang pag iisip ko:]

nag papaka dalaga lang po yung tao kaya walang paki alamanan..hihi:]

Though you always see me smiling but you just don't know how hard to pretend that you are happy even though your not:[

though I am badly hurt I can still manage to smile:[

Mind-Blowing

Two words that best describe the Rock and Load Concert of SMART featuring Callalily and Spongecola: MIND-BLOWING!

I was at the gym of our school Negros Oriental State University (NORSU) with my friends where the two bands from Manila went live here in Dumaguete City. The experience is beyond any other entertainment event I’ve ever attended to. The band plus the audience had just too much energy that I felt my adrenaline-rush all over me for the entire 5 hour music concert.

The performance of the bands was really great. They know how to handle their audience very well and they know how to make their audience hyper active.

At first I just only want to see the callalily performing on the stage (because the vocalist (Kean Cipriano) of the band is my crush..eheh..awh:]) that is why when the host of the show started to introduce the band (callalily) I really can’t help my self but to scream at the top of my lungs and calling the name of my crush (Kean/vocalist).

Though I’ve seen him before (in there various concert) I still can’t help my self to join the crowd singing their songs and screaming.

When the Callalily sang their last song I thought I can now seat calmly on my chair however when the spongecola went out and will start playing their songs my friends keep on screaming (since they are a fan of the band) thus, I can’t help my self to join them screaming and singing.

I and the rest of the students really enjoyed the show especially when the two bands (callalily and spongecola) start performing.

Now I know how the bands and its music really influnces the students especially the youth… (ehehe). If you happened to miss this one, well churi nalang keu..ehehe

Callalily and Spongecola were really amazing!

A special world

A special world for you and me

A special bond one cannot see




It wraps us up in its cocoon And holds us fiercely in its womb.




Its fingers spread like fine spun gold Gently nestling us to the fold




Like silken thread it holds us fast Bonds like this are meant to last.




And though at times a thread may break




A new one forms in its wake To bind us closer and keep us strong




In a special world, where we belong.

Alone but not lonely

There are many people I know who just shudder at the thought of being alone. For them, it is similar to being abandoned, unloved, lonely and even rejected by the world at large. It is not exactly pretty to explain that ‘alone is not lonely’.

I love my solitude as much as the company of few good friends in my life. Some people freak out when I tell them that I frequently eat at a restaurant alone and often set out on a vacation alone, without needing or wanting anyone’s company. But I do not consider myself unlovable or rejected by the world when I am enjoying being alone.

And if you are like me, you would agree that even if we are alone and single, we can enjoy our solitary pursuits without feeling lonely, sad and waiting desperately to fling ourselves at Cupid’s feet in tearful gratitude at the first given chance. All this doesn’t mean that I never feel lonely. I do.

I have also discovered that there are as many ‘ups’ in going solo as there are the ‘downs,' and I have, more or less, become skilled at balancing them out. However, without intellectualizing, theorizing and analyzing singlehood too much because it is only when we are alone that we are able to regain our scattered energies, withdraw them from objects of anxieties and become centered enough to get in touch with our inner selves.

The more I look at external supports to pull us out of the misery of loneliness, the deeper I get into it. When I am surrounded by solitude, all my external support is abandoned, and I am alone and facing myself. I learned to trust my instincts, discover the profound silences of my heart. Being alone does not necessarily mean that we are lonely and without a companion, in fact, it means we have the ability to do it on our own.

Miss my Mommy Lola

Miss the times that she will hug me when I came home...
Miss the times that she will treat me like a baby...
Miss the times that she will call me as the baby princess of the family...
Miss the times that she will ask me if there is someone’s courting me...
Miss all her advices...

Miss my Mommy Lola…

I thought it was just because of her heart problem but I was wrong, they lied to me...
They made me believe the wrong things...

It was September 19, 2009 when I decided to went home [in Tanjay to have my allowance to get some of my clothes.]

When I was already in tanjay I was shock when phone rang... [Tumawag ang mama kow]...

“ga, asa ka?! Pauli sa kay imo mommy lola nangita nimo,dali” [these were the words I remembered when I answered the call of my mom…] that is why I decided to go first to my grandparents house.

As I reached to my grandparent’s house my mom immediately hugs me and I asked her right away “Ma, asa si lolo?na unsa diay?” and my mom answered me with “naa sa iyahang room. Please ga ayaw rah kaguol kaayo kay kaw napod niya amo tabangun and wala diri imong tambal huh..”

Before I open the door of my Mommy Lola’s room I heard someone crying that is why I decided to peep first then I saw my Dad hugging my mommy lola while he was crying.

I really did not notice that a tear drops from my eyes and it was not my intention but my dad saw me and he immediately call me and hug me then he told me that my mommy lola was looking for me then he kiss me in my forehead and told me that “ayaw ra kaguol huh” then he went out.

“My, musta naman?” the only phrase came out to my mouth then my lola stared at me then to my surprise she hugged me and asked me “ga, musta imo eskwela”. My tear slowly fall [cause accordinhg to my mom my mommy lola do not want to talk and she cannot even remember the names of my tita].

I just answered her with “La paayo na! diba ni promise ka nako nga dili ko nimo byaan”.

She did not reply but instead a teardrops in her eyes and she told me that “pag binot an jud huh,imo pag ka maldita ayaw palabihi huh,naa ra btaw ko sige” and that is the timhe I hug her tight.

Since then I did not left my lola alone. I always hold her hand and I keep on telling her everything happened on my week.

It was 7:48 when I told her that I will go out first to have a my shower (before I went to bed) and as I reached the Bath Room I heard my tita screaming and keeps on calling the name of my mommy lola that is why I went out to the bath room and I rushed to the room of my mommy lola but in my dismayed my mom hug me while she was crying and told me “Wala na imo lola”.

I immediately hug my mommy lola and check her pulse rate and heart beat but my tita was right my lola already passed away.

I hugged my mommy lola tight while crying and I do not want her to leave that is why my dad and my mom decided to bring me home.

Though my mommy lola is not here but I know she will keep on watching me and she will guide my way.

I know it’s hard to accept that she’s not with us and will never come back but at least I know that she’s happy wherever she is right now.

kosa ba yo tiene?!

kosa ba yo tiene?

ese el permi yo ta pyensa..

porke iyo ya lang permi sila ta mira?!

Kosa-kosa sila ta abla komigo...

kosa sila ta pensa hindi yo ta entende kosa sila ta abla?!

Se, ta entendi yo si kosa sila ta abla malo komigo..

porke iyo yalang permi?!

kosa ba yo ya anda ase kanila?!

hai, Bien sabe yo sila el ase kumigo bueno...

pero kosa sila ta ase ara?!

permi yah lang sila kumigo ta ase huya...

hindi porke ansena yo pwede ya sila ase ansena kumigo..


hente tamen yo tiene sentiemento..

Kosa ba tiene sila na nuay yo?!

porke dol basta-basta lang sila ta piensa kumigo...

kilaya se sila el taki na di me lugar?!

kosa kaha sila senti?!

kosa kaha sila piensa?!

Sus, kon pwede lang yo abla kanila todo se kosa yo ta senti pero malisod abla kanila...

pati gual lang syempre se abla yo hindi lang syempre sila kida otro...

se abla yo kanila dol nuay lang...

se, pede sila despensa pero dol minuto lang amo lang syempre...

...hahaii...

...kansaw yah yo...

...kosa ba yo ase?!