The past

we are not defined by our past; we are prepared by our past

tests are not stumbling locks ;
rather stepping stones


perfectly crafted.
need i say more?

Last Night @ Beans and Pages

I had a precious moment last night with my 2 of my closest friends here in Palawan. It was precious because we get to talk about what's happening in our lives. This might be a usual catch up things but I am glad because it happened right after this unexpected storm passed by my would-have-been quiet and simple life.

I couldn't, of course, reveal where our conversations led. But to me, being able to speak out my heart - what I have been keeping for quite a while - is an unparalleled relief. Out of this experience, I was able to note that life is made easy by friends who stand by your side in such a drastic moment.

And in unexpected turn out of events, we were all in the same plane. We realized that only after we started pouring out our hearts and minds. I am thankful though because I know that it was guided by the Spirit.

Before we called it a night, I had this most wonderful confirmation:

That no matter how things went - negative or positive - they always yield benefit. It's all but a matter of perspective - which window one sees through.

I ended up picking the pieces all over again. But this time, I am more resolute to face this more maturely - the very reason I was called to experience this.

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Night's discovery:

1. Beans and Pages' Triple Cake taste so yummy.
2. Prospect to fall in love, yet again. heck, I am STILL with the same person. =)
3. Preparing for the BIG SHIFT next year. I am READY.
4. Confession. Acceptance - I vowed not to do it again.

Forever

I wrote this 2 years ago, retrieved it from an old file and i just felt an impetus to post it.

Forever
Forever, I think of forever
But it does not exist
Neither do I
In my eyes were mystified avalanche,
Virulently cascading from
The chimney of the Alps
Restively churning, Turning away from
My non-existence

Forever, I think of forever
But the harder I think the more I cannot grasp
In my lips were words unspoken-
emblazoned across the mandibular orifice:
fine, dense but mutilating

Forever, I think of forever
Though I cannot not think about it
I struggle without finality
Its sound-firm, intense and unforgiving
Chisels across the globular channel of my ears
The sound so metallic recoils
Triumphantly against my stirrups

Cup-sized in my wintry palm
Is Forever- gliding along its fine line
Is its definition, Forever – the eternal,
the infinite – continues to mean
mystification of the body and the soul
adjunct to the rest of this
absurd, meaningless world

found back love

I recently reinstated my old flame...

....READING

and it gets even better.

wee, i have in my hands coehlo's the witch of portobello

thanks VDVD