thoughts
for no reason whatsoever, i found myself reading my old blogs. those two years.. i have deleted a thousand entries, and yet, for every post that remained, the missing lines are still visible to my eyes..
knowing who I Am
for no reason whatsoever, i found myself reading my old blogs. those two years.. i have deleted a thousand entries, and yet, for every post that remained, the missing lines are still visible to my eyes..
on the 15th day of this year, i woke up.
my life is changing... fast.
i realized that there are so many things i needed to let go… and most of them, i simply cannot, or perhaps, didn’t even want to..
and yet, somehow, someone is doing something somewhere, removing the things i cannot remove myself..
ugly things happened.. only to see that they were blessings in disguise.
painful measures took place… only to find out that these were the solutions to my burdens.
and there were events that did not bother such masks..
i lost a lot of things, a lot of people, a lot of desires.. in exchange for something greater..
it feels like.. i have been born again..
such wondrous love!
" satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees."
i copied this from brod jerc's profile.
apparently i have only been copying stuff from my friends. couldn't come up with anything new to write. geez, perhaps i'm getting old..
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i found this on aim's blog, and i copied it without asking for permission. thanks, aim. :)
a friend [and a sister] asked me how to upload an audio in blogger. i couldn't tell her that i didn't have an idea how to - after all it was me who asked her to upload one.
i forgot that the options in blogger post are only uploading images and videos - other than html, of course.
i tried to add an image in an audio file, and it worked. because the only point is to upload and share the audio, then i guess it served the purpose. :)
so here's a sample. good luck, sweet. :)
Read more...sitting in one corner in a coffee shop, watching all the people walking by, some looking cheerful, some looking all broken hearted, and still some wearing blank expressions... different faces, different stories...
i usually wonder, how many people out of ten actually know where they are going? how many people actually know what they want? how many actually are happy and contented with their lives?
standing in one corner in a busy mall, observing all the people busy roaming around, some shopping alone, some laughing with friends, some holding hands with their partners, some running after their kids... different lives, different lifestyles...
how many of those people who are alone are crying inside wishing that they are with the people they love? or perhaps, they are alone because they find solace in silence...
how many of those people who seem to be having a good time with their friends back fight each other when they are not together? or perhaps they are laughing because they are back fighting other friends who are not at present with them...
how many of those people who are holding each other’s hands imagine that they are holding somebody else’s hands? or perhaps, they are holding on to each other so tightly, because they are aware that it won’t last long... and they are hoping that the feeling they have at that time will linger and give them strength to hang on..
how many of those people running after their kids are thankful that they have children who are healthy enough to run so fast? or are they complaining that they have to be with kids who are acting as kids? do they make the grown-ups lose their patience? or do they remind them of how stress-free their own childhoods had been? or perhaps, they run around in public because at home, the domestic rules are too hard to bear...
working in a busy workplace, meeting different kinds of people, some with blue-collar jobs, some on top management position, and still some, trying to convince you that if you can give them a chance to land a job, they will prove worthy of your time.. different ambitions, different goals...
the blue-collared workers, would it be possible that they are more happy and contented than the executives? the white-collared important people, would it be possible that they are complaining all the time for being underpaid? those that are jobless, would it be possible that they themselves are not convinced that they can handle the jobs they are applying for?
a world full of people... do they know what is their purpose in this circle? do they even know who they are? different faces, different stories...
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