Sometime in the middle of our long walk along EDSA (god, that was painful, my Vans cried..haha) and me getting out of the bus (scared of being mobbed), you asked me, in a joking manner, why we ever became friends. I remember just laughing and resuming to sing Fun’s Carry On. We were sharing…
Wala na akong masabi. Thanks S. I looooooove you! ♥
“Three is a number of multiplicity, creative growth. Three is moving forward of energy, overcoming duality, expression, manifestation and synthesis. Three is a first number to which the meaning ‘all’ was given. Three is a triad…the beginning, middle and end.” - cystalinks.com
It’s the sweetest relief for him, to watch her pass through the terminal gates, her cousin in tow texting away, her huge sunglasses camouflaging any signs of tiredness from their flight. He cringes at himself for thinking he’s buzzing or something, but he IS buzzing, and only because she’s…
The voice came from behind. She didn’t need to turn her head to identify the owner of the voice because it was the same voice she hears first thing in the morning and even before she sleeps at night, everyday of her life.
I’ve been wanting to write you a letter since ‘that day’. I know you’ve read that post of mine. I know in more ways than one, I, we, have hurt you. I’ve been wanting to say in any words I can muster the 3 words that I should have said. I never have the courage to say I am sorry….
When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. And I remember one night in particular, after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eating every bite!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!
You know, life is full of imperfect things… and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults - and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.” And that’s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent- child or friendship!
Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.
God Bless You… Now, and always… So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine!
And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life… I just did!
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Fireworks splashed the star-laden skies with more colors as champagne bubbled forth from crystal flutes. Guests danced to Frankie Valli’s ‘Can’t Take My Eye’s Off You’, the bridegroom’s favorite song. It was an intimate wedding by the beach…
At dahil masama ang pakiramdam ko. Kaninang Lunch break pumunta ako sa Fully Booked at National Bookstore para bumili ng books at journal! (Anong konek?.LOL) Wala lang pampatanggal lang ng stress sa buhay =D
““I think it’s really important for kids to understand that it’s ok to get in your garage and sound like shit. What I’m afraid will happen is someone like my daughter, who loves the Beatles and loves singing and has a beautiful voice, will watch a TV show where you have to stand in line with 800 other people and then walk up to a judge and sing a song and have them say, “Nope you’re not good enough.” Can you FUCKING IMAGINE what that does to the collective psyche of the next generation?!” - Dave Grohl”—(via jonathandiener)
These past few days I’ve been emotionally and mentally STRESSED. I’ve been over-thinking about almost everything. I have so many things in mind that I wanted to do but i don’t know where to start.
Over-thinking…Maybe this was brought by fear. Fear that I may not meet people’s expectations, fear that I might fail to do what i am supposed to do, fear that I might not reach my goals, etc. Fear, it swallowed me whole! But after a good talk to a dear friend I came to the realization that I will not grow (mentally and emotionally) , I cannot live the life the way I want it to be and I certainly will not become the person who I wanted to be if I let the fear take the wheel. So here I am now, taking tiny baby steps, sure I know I might fall and stumble on my way up but I won’t fear because I have my family and friends that supports me and as my friend told me, there is a Higher Power up there, and I believed that, I believed that He will guide me every step of the way. So why fear???…. when I can be FEARLESS! ♥
All those little things makes a wonderful whole. A intended serendipity that started with a little accident and a little bit of luck. The little unexpected things that made them are also the little things that kept them as one.
I won’t mind when your hands smell like gunpowder after spending the day at the shooting range. I won’t make you feel weird because you have more men’s shirts than I do (I might even wear a few of them, and proudly tell anyone that will listen…
———————————————————————————————————————-Kilig much ♥
She smoothed out her dress and checked herself in the mirror one more time; hating the fact that her curly hair seemed especially unruly today of all days. She had been primping herself up since an hour ago; adding something on, taking something off, and deciding altogether that no matter how…