Seeing the world through the eyes of a child where it was like seeing everything at the first time, where the world is peaceful, where we see beauty in all that we see, where nothing else matters but home.

received an email from one of my best friends on my birthday..

I almost lost all my files stored in my external drive. It had a malfunction which recovery of files is yet to be determined. I’m so stupid for not creating a back up file somewhere else. Blame it on my ignorance. Since the item is still on warranty, we were advised to wait for 2 weeks for the replacement. The warranty, however does not extend to recovery of files. Given that period, the agony of waiting , I hated technology for awhile. buti pa ang stone age!

I never like waiting. I rather know now and felt bad and be over it, than keeping a little hope and go through the agony of waiting and be disappointed in the end.

Just to conclude the story of my external drive, I decide to disregard the warranty. Instead, tried checking the usb connection by buying a new casing. Angels heard my prayers, it worked! Warranty gone but worth it.

there are times when we find ourselves yearning to fly, to discover. to begin the journey of discovery. in the end, realized that our wings are broken.

"the almost no one", one of life's distinct movements

travel differently, travel alone. i haven't tried that but maybe in time, i will

to all those who greeted me on my birthday, thank you so much!
to the person who greeted me at exactly 12 midnight of my birthday, thank you.

by Paulo Coelho

'you can give a fool a thousand intellects, but the only one he will want is yours', says an Arabic proverb. when we start planting the garden of our life, we glance to one side and notice our neighbor is there, spying. he himself is incapable of growing anything, but he likes to give advice on when to sow actions, when to fertilize thoughts, and when to water achievements.

if we listen to what this neighbor is saying, we will end up working for him, and the garden of our life will be our neighbor's idea. we will end up forgetting about the earth we cultivated with so much sweat and fertilized with so many blessings. we will forget that each centimetre of earth has its mysteries that only the patient hand of the gardener can decipher. we will no longer pay attention to the sun, the rain, and the seasons; we will concentrate instead only on that head peering at us over the hedge.

the fool who loves giving advice on our garden never tends his own plants at all.

In an attempt to analyze the several years of life and everything that goes with it, it dawned on me that it is best to be just in this moment. Gone are the times of looking back and looking forward. Now, it will only be NOW.

Life seems like an awkward mélange of heavy drama, zany comedy and boggling puzzles. I would like to believe that maybe this is a reflection of lethargy defined by age. It is time to detoxify my contaminated self.

Happy birthday to me. I love me always. Cheers!

Only recently, I posted about my reading someone else’ private blog. Can I help it? I hope I could. But prying someone else’s life is tempting. At first it was curiosity of wanting to know something, truth perhaps. It ended with the discovery that words are “just words”. Sometimes those sweet lines we read could cause heart ache (big time) and doubts. Doubts which we tend to ignore but exist deep within.

I once believed that a missing piece has finally been found. But, now I question the idea. Has it been found? Do we really search for that missing piece in the first place? How come we believe we have found it and then later on, we find it … the second time, third time ... again and again?!

Sweet lines. Does it make sense in the end? Does it really matter?

No one completes one person but himself. There is never a missing piece. These missing pieces are creation of our boggled imagination. There is no missing piece. We complete ourselves. No one else can.

As No one fits just right.

Life is not a song, life is not poetry. Life is reality and, reality is… it sucks most of the time.

be like the flowing river,
silent in the night.
be not afraid of the dark.
if there are stars in the sky, reflect them back.
if there are clouds in the sky,
remember, clouds, like the river, are water,
so, gladly reflect them too,
in your own tranquil depths.

manuel bandeira