ang tagal ko na din hindi nagb-blog…busy kasi sa mga inaasikaso at trabaho…sulat lang ako sandali ngayon bago matulog..

nakakalungkot ang mga pangyayari kamakailan..last week nawala dahil sa aksidente si kuya normand, isa sa mga respetado at pinakamamahal naming brod.da best president din siya at sobra din niyang mahal ang ss…tapos kahapon, si marj, dahil daw sa komplikasyon sa nangyari sa kanya. isa din tong active na sis ko sa cx.sobra din ang dedikasyon niya sa org.nalulungkot ako dahil huli ko na nalaman ung nangyari sa kanya, sana natulungan ko siya dahil naranasan ko din ang nangyari sa kanya, at nakaraos ako doon.

malaking kawalan talaga ang mga taong tulad nila, bata pa ngunit kailangan nang magpaalam.nakakapanghinayang ang mga bagay na maaari pa sana nilang gawin.

naisip ko tuloy ngayon na kailangan kong pahalagahan ang mga tao sa paligid ko, lalo na ung mga malalapit sa akin.Kahit may mga taong kailangang kalimutan dahil hindi nila pinahahalagahan ang pagmamahal na ibinibigay ko sa kanila, meron pa ding mga tao na naiwan na handang magmahal sa akin at may mga taong darating na mamahalin din ako…pero sa ngayon, ang pamilya ko talaga ang pinahahalagahan ko, sila lang ang tunay na nagmamahal at nagpapaligaya sa akin…

pero may namumukod tanging tao na hindi talaga maalis sa isip at puso ko..ang superman ko…kung alam mo lang….

"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don’t go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever ."

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to
do one thing, but you are bound to something else.
Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t.
You take certain things for granted, even when you
know you should never take anything for granted."

"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber
band. And most of us live somewhere in the
middle." "A wrestling match. Yes you could
describe life that way." "Which side wins?" "Love
wins. Love always wins."
"So many people walk around with a meaningless
life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy
doing things they think are important. This is
because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way
you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself
to loving others, devote yourself to your community
around you, and devote yourself to creating
something that gives you purpose and meaning."

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn
how to live."

"If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow
yourself to go all the way through them—you can
never get to being detached, you’re too busy being
afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the
grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving
entails."
"I thought about how often this was needed in every
day life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the
point of tears, but we don’t let those tears come
because we are not supposed to cry. Or how feel a
surge of love for a partner but we don’t say anything
because we’re frozen with the fear of what those
words might do to the relationship."

As long as we can love each other, and remember
the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever
really going away."

"Death ends a life, not a relationship."

"There is no formula to relationships. They have to
be negotiated in loving ways, with room for both
parties, what they want and what they need, what
they can do and what their life is like."
Love is when you are as concerned about someone
else’s situation as you are about your own."

Do the kinds of things that come from the heart.
When you do, you won’t be dissatisfied, you won’t
be envious, you won’t be longing for somebody
else’s things. On the contrary, you’ll be
overwhelmed with what comes back."

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you
have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever
going to have other people to trust you, you must
feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re
in the dark. Even when you’re falling."

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you
crying?" "Because I’m a woman," she told him.

"I don’t understand," he said. His Mom just hugged
him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does
mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad
could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still
wondering why women cry

Finally he put in a call to God When God got on
the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so
easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be
special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the
weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that manytimes comes from her
children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up, and take care of her
family through sickness and fatigue without
complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under
any and all circumstances, even when her child
has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through
his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect
his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband
never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her
strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers
exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a
woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure
that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart - the
place where love resides."

BE PATIENT

This is a true story which happened in the States.

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.

To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was
happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of
the truck.

The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered
the little boy’s hands into pulp as punishment.

When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to
the hospital. Although the doctor tried
desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally
had to amputate the fingers from both the boy’s hands.

When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his
bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I’m
sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when
are my fingers going to grow back?"

The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone
steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge.
Think first before u lose your patience with
someone u love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken
bones & hurt feelings often can’t.

Too often we fail to recognise the difference
between the person and the performance. We forget
that forgiveness is greater than revenge.

People make mistakes. We are allowed to make
mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage
will haunt us forever.

Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be
patient. Forgive & forget. Love one and all.

If you judge people, you have no time to love
them. — Mother Teresa

I once knew a lady named
Misery
she lived in a damaged world
she calls to me in transparent dreams

a lonely star
outside
the closed universe

she was my twisted soul

long ago
she experienced
the darkest of
pain

beauty was something
she could not
believe

I once knew an angel named
Evil
she traveled like a
ghost into the shadows

her heart was dying for some form of
life

all seems balanced
now
the angel burns to
die

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.