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It will never be the same again. IMAGINE A SUPER STORM’S FRESH VESTIGE-- TORN PARTICLES, SCATTERED DEBRIS AND DIRT, AND A SCENE OF HOPELESSNESS. THAT  WAS  MY HEART  AND  MY  MIND  THE  VERY  MOMENT  OUR  MOTHER  BREATHED HER  LAST. I was bargaining during the days when my mother was in the ICU. I would, without exemptions, trade anything. I dropped other prayers so as to focus on one so significant for the moment. I was praying for my mom to live and to be well again. God heard me. I'm sure He did. There's no way He would have not seen and heard me beg because synchronized with my breathing I bombarded Heaven with that single prayer. I felt He uncaringly dropped my petition. I HOPED He would reconsider. But as days dragged me along, I saw and heard no signs that my prayer was to be granted any sooner or later. Am I to be denied by a God who is said to be omnipotent and loving? Like a child to his father, I a...

A Few Things… Some things you cannot fix, even if you have tried countless times. May it be your self destructive boyfriend/girlfriend, a toxic friend, or horrible job. Some things are meant to be left broken, that way you can move forward to something better. Bad things happen, but it can always be worse. In any disposition, there’s always something to be grateful for. It’s hard, but you’ll survive, and in retrospect you will realize, “everything that has happened was worth it.” #thoughts Credits to : http://vagabondwithflowers.tumblr.com/post/83030752301/a-few-things?og=1&fb_action_ids=10202456870077018&fb_action_types=tumblr-feed%3Apost

FRIDAY THE 14TH. Scary title? Oh no, slow it down. I’m just writing a love story  again . And so please slip in your prejudices over what course this another love story will end up. And imagine that this is the first love note I have ever written. Well, this one you would not have to imagine: This is dedicated to the last woman who would’ve to own my heart—my wife. As such, how about re-entitling it:  FEBRUARY 14th— The Day of Hearts.  Good now? To the hopeless romantic out there who, just like me, had stumbled and fallen-- lend me a chance to prove that I have stood up and made up with whatever I came short of. There were times when my balls stretched back and hid inside my anus. But those were my embarrassing days. I was really sorry. I learned huge lessons. Therefore, friends, with due respect and out of love for my wife, let’s begin the story without reference to any of my past accounts. Downgrade your expectations. This isn’t the kind...

For all the good things; and for all the things in which the good in them I haven't seen yet, thank you Lord.

I am blessed. And for my great God I dedicate to write this one. That was Monday noon. The sky was grey as covered by a blanket of heavy nimbus clouds ready anytime to burst. We were having a good time—me and my friends. It’s a housewarming I attended. And as usual I came punctually with the basis that they had not yet started the ritual until I arrived. Ok, I was late but by an excuse. And though not thoroughly announced, I appreciated them for waiting. They have been very tolerant with me in many ways. It’s a good feeling surrounded by friends regardless of the weather; regardless of the timing.  When I was young I would dream as if life would never end. I knew I can encompass infinity. My lifetime then was not time bound. Now,  I am in my mid-life and have been hit by a really heart wrenching ailment. Life is short, I realized. Let me tell you. I’ve owed my past—thru pain and injury I inflicted to my fellows and myself. And now at a reflective ...

How could you not love to pray if you get to talk as long as you want and listen to a relieving silence filled with hope?