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While all else are over-speeding thinking of their future; here I am committing counter-flow.  It’s dangerous I know. But I have to get back there. In this life that projects cyclical and sometimes cynical events I had picked a few scenes and wished they recur today to suffice my simple fancy.   Will a particular yesterday come again?  If it won’t perhaps, I can. I was once among those who were speeding on the highway of life. The only angle I knew was that narrow breadth between my left and right side mirrors. The road was my only horizon. I never yielded. All I knew was that—I was fast therefore; I was great. To me, slowing down was never an option. Now, I’m going back even though I might bump head-on to somebody else’s principles. If ever I would-- let me pay its price. TO BE CONTINUED...

I know I’ll be fine. Allow me to cry on your shoulder and whisper to you all my adversities. Wrap me around your arms and assure me that I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Remind me of your sufferings so that all my sufferings may become a sharing to yours. I know I am not alone. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. The load is heavy; the yoke is hard. You’ll make it alright. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Your love I can’t understand. Your ways are not like mine. I’ll tread your way. Your love will be my guide and stronghold. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. I may lose you in my sight because of my infidelity to your love. But, from your love I can never hide. I can never run from your love. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine.

I was in a room shrouded by darkness. I was in turmoil, in great panic. I was looking for the light—a symbol of liberty from the most depressing shadows of sinfulness. I sat down and gazed at the shapeless dusk around me. Then, I found light—an opening—myriads of them! I ran toward them one by one. And one by one, I got tired. I discovered little holes that would never fit me to get out. I lied down and tried to become one with the lifeless cloister. I was in slumber when I heard a voice. I heard my name. The voice was calling me. I cried and hoped. The rescue had come! I expressed my presence. I stood up and prepared myself for an astounding and grandeur gateway. I waited for no one. I got tired and disappointed. Throughout, the voice amplified and did not stop. I ignored it to avoid further frustrations. From a dark and shapeless room, I saw a dark and shapeless future. And so time passed by, opportunity swept away. I became deaf to a call. I stagnated and fell to an endless a...

It is rugged thinking of you not just now but over and over.When we are talking on the phone, it is an indication that we can never get warm enough but I just love the overwhelming feeling when I get some vacation days to spend with you. Your mere presence is comfort to me and your humor just drenches every moment with joy and jubilance until the point where we must say goodbye. True! We are bigger than these and though it is laborious at times, I know we will figure out until our 'someday' comes.I wish we abide to enjoy every angle of each other in any way we can. I can not wait to hug you tight and kiss you with amplified love and affection. Thank you for sharing this wonderful life with me. I could not see myself longing for anyone else the way I am missing you. I love you - DEEP! Due credit to she who wrote this for me.

Behind every man’s success is a woman… before that same man is also that same woman who shields the man from imminent adversaries. That man is the child and that woman is the mother who steps in advance to guard against the looming danger and then sits down behind him to become one of the audiences to applaud. The woman; the mother. The man; the child. I want to be the husband and father that my wife and children will be proud of. I want to be the best husband to my wife-to-be and; be the best dad to my children-to-be. It's a tough goal but I gear to be the perfect contrast of my father. When I was very young I described a family as comprised by lola, tito, tita, pinsan, ate and nanay. But when I began to attend to school and as I memorized to sing and recite nursery rhymes about family I discovered a slight difference from what I used to believe about. I was confused. But I did not mind. "Who is your father?"-- I finished my grade one as first in the honor l...