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Cookies, Milk, and a Box of Memories

       “Hey, over here!” my brother Gene shouted as he raised the piece of net he found underneath the coconut tree. We then trudged our way to the river and there we did our little thing called net fishing. It was a warm afternoon, and the soft rays of the summer sun touched our tiny faces as we frolicked in the cold waters of the rushing river. It was like more than a decade ago, the year I can’t really remember well. Spending the summer at my grandparents’ farm was always been a delight for me as a child. Those were the days that are younger, sweeter, and fearless, and bold… and delightful. My childhood is a collection of heart-warming sceneries I carefully framed inside my bosom. I remember the boxes of paper dolls, comics and anime text-cards that filled my fancy when I was six. They were cute and pretty and heart-connecting, with no streak of repugnance, emotional boredom and inner exhaustion that wearies an adult soul. Living in pure innocence is such a beautiful dream. How time is so slow-moving during those times, it feels like forever to wait for the summer vacation every time I was in school. I got no major worries, I don’t feel any sort of consciousness towards my body and I don’t react significantly to the society. I was just me. The road to adulthood has never cross my mind at that time, and yet I wondered how I am going to be when I reached twenty. Then at thirteen when I started to develop a habit in writing, I would usually write something about myself, about my current perspective in life (which is very shallow), and about my goals. I write as often as I can draw. I barely went outside to play with the other children in the neighborhood because I’d rather be at home doing my pen and paper thing. And besides, I was once very afraid of my mother if I get bruised knees. She is such a terrible nagger, now I understand why I have severe mood swings too (laughs).

       Tonight as I enjoyed my oreo-dipping in milk I recall the joys and tears of my beautiful past. I feel old at twenty three, yet I also feel half empty and so eager to reach full maturity. I know there are still a lot of things I am going to learn, and I am very willing to. It is quite funny yet true when I one time the thought of finding and fulfilling my real purpose has drifted in my weary mind, and when I began to think deeply about it… I know. Ever since I was little I always believe in the power of a kind and pure heart. How beautiful and wonderful our world can be if all of us people choose to have that kind of heart. Then there would be no dark things such as jealousy, greed, lust, and hatred would ever exist. Love will always be in the hearts of all people. I know God wanted me to use every bit of my capabilities to share His kindness in every person I have and will meet. The stumble-downs I have been through before when I chose to trudge a different path had been a very devastating choice for me, and I know that running away from His arms would lead me nowhere. The truth is, I can never hide and keep God’s overflowing love for me. His miracles are real, His power is the mightiest, and His love is never ending. And I know my pen and paper are here to scribe the living truth about His abundant love all over His people. Living in kindness, in faith, in truth, and in goodness to every living thing is one act to help change the world for the better. Yes, I can never really change the whole of the world. I knew it back then when I was still small. But I know starting in small things, starting the good things in ourselves, can make a significant change. I know now. I need to keep myself on the right track, hand in hand with my wonderful plans tonight as I think of them. I know I have stepped on the right foot when I was a toddler, and I wish to see a happier and peaceful world in the future. God’s love is the strongest protector and for whatever we have been through in our yesterdays, or things that we go through today, He surely will never let us down…not even now, not even in the future. And I’ll keep going.

Goodnight!

enough to let me go

I love Switchfoot. And this song is just one of those that really hit me in the heart, and then..yeah, my soul began to love it.

ENOUGH TO LET ME GO

Oh, I'm a wandering soul
I'm still walking the line that leads me home
Alone
All I know
I still got mountains to climb
On my own
On my own

Do you love me enough to let me go?
Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through
To let me fall for you, my love
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Back from the dead of winter
Back from the dead and all our leaves are dry
You're so beautiful, tonight

Back from the dead we went through
Back from the dead and both our tongues are tied
You look beautiful tonight

But every seed dies before it grows

Do you love me enough to let me go?
Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through
To let me fall for you, my love
Do you love me enough to let me go?

 

          Finally got a copy of David Nicholl's One Day... Gee..so3x happy! Thanks nong Ben for buying this book for me, and of course for the School Rumble manga. It's been years since i last read a whole book after being hooked to reading classic short stories online. I knew it, I just so love Emma Morley. and well, this story actually inspires me to write something like a short narrative again. Yeah, i have this loads of plans in my pocket and i can't wait to write them in a list. Let's see how far can i reach them. =)

Happy Hearts Day!

          Today is Valentine's Day, and I got my first phone greetings from my parents (hahahaha!) Oh well, I really wish to eat lots of gummy bears dipped in chocolate today, so I will feast. LOL

           If asked what thing I can consider the most romantic a guy can give to a girl, I would say it would be a thoughtfully handwritten letter. The words need not to be so overly romantic for I don’t like cheesiness in any way. I just like the idea that someone thinks of you, and so he writes because the feelings that overwhelm his being are too much to bear and so he needs to have it expressed through words with a pen and a paper. I like love letters, poems, essays… everything written by a heart. I am writing this because I just remembered one random criminology student who chased me in school when I was a sophomore in college. I don’t know him actually, but he wrote me a letter expressing his affection towards me and was just handed to me by his classmate. I got scared instead of flattered, and the flowers I received ended up as an offering in the chapel because I don’t want to be seen bringing those around the school. I was freakingly plain and weird at seventeen, and I have this huge crush on an engineering student who plays a guitar. If the letter came from my university crush, I could have fainted, or ran screaming around the football field, or just cried because of too much joy (laughs). Oh well, love is such a game we just have to play. If it’s meant for you, then you will win it in the end no matter how many loses you’ve been into. I wish I can be the better player…better than you, him, and the rest of the men who would try to hit on me and ruin my world. I used to pretend that I don’t feel anything, that there was no such thing as love ever felt, or even just a little bit of pain and regrets ever laid in my heart… To hide from life’s cruel reality, I ran away. And when I run, nobody was brave enough to run after me. But no, I don’t need a hero. I don’t need someone to chase me and pull me back with him in the real word. I needed a person who would run…with me. And we will build a world of our own. Damn, this is too sweet… O_o