We are each on our own journey. Each of us is on our very own adventure; encountering all kinds of challenges, and the choices we make on that adventure will shape us as we go; these choices will stretch us, test us and push us to our limit; and our adventure will make us stronger then we ever know we could be.
— So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you would’ve done?
GOTTA LIVE LIKE WE’RE DYING.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
– (via kari-shma) Via Quote Book:
Nothing in this universe happens just once. Nothing. Infinity goes in both directions. There’s no unique event, no singular moment.
– Emily Brennan, Bones— Please, see me in my dreams.
I’m missing her right now. I always do. She’s always on my mind. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. It seems that there’s always something to remind me of her. Her smile. Her face. Her gestures. When I’m home, I always imagine her sitting on the doorstep in front of the house, just looking to people passing by. I can always imagine her watching soap operas during the afternoon. That’s her favorite past time. I missed her waiting for me to come home during the time that I am working on a graveyard shift. She would know what time I will be home and she’s always awake to open the door for me. I missed her asking for a little amount of money when pay day comes. And that money she will keep so that she would have something to give us when we ask for coins from her. I missed her always getting excited to cook especially if its vegetable with her favorite “bagoong.” I missed her “sermon.” I missed her moving around the house always finding something to do. I missed everything about her. It’s been 22 months since she left but the pain is still the same. I will forever regret making an excuse to see her on that hospital bed. Had I known that it will be the last time, I would have held her hand up to her last breath. But I did make an excuse because I just can’t look at her. I can’t bear to see her in so much pain. I went home that day and slept to take a rest. I woke up with the sound of my sister crying and telling me she had passed away.
Now, what I always pray for is for her to see me in my dreams. I wanted to see her. To hug her. To tell her that she is right in so many ways about life and love. I want to be able to talk to her. Tell her things I should have told her when she was still alive. I want to talk to her about what’s happening on our family. She would have something to advice. She would know what to say and what to do. That’s for sure.
I hope to see her again. Someday. We will meet again. And I hope when that day comes, she will be like her old self. Strong and well. Smiling and proud.
I miss you so much ‘La. Please, see me in my dreams.
About me
-- they say good girls keep their diaries. bad girls don't have the time. me? i just want to live a life i am going to remember even if i don't write it down.I LOVE ..
GOD
MY FAMILY
morning chitchat with my mom
laughing and joking around with my five siblings
being the eldest child
COOKING
pasta and pizza
MY FRIENDS
chatting with girlfriends like there's no tomorrow
dvd marathon alone, with family and girlfriends (especially alone)
MUSIC
READING BOOKS
WRITING
SOCIAL NETWORKS
antipolo cathedral
st.claire's cathedral (in Katipunan)
st. joseph's cathedral (in Anonas)
to visit many places here in the Philippines
PICTURES !
ME
YOU
SO IT'S EITHER YOU TAKE ME AS I AM OR WATCH ME AS I GO. :))
