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Yesterday, while watching a little girl in a pink bonnet and pink mittens, her soft- creamy scarf knotted neatly on her neck, with her hands gripping the chain attach to the swing, swung freely and cheerfully--- I saw her smiles, her small-uneven teeth and her unexplained happiness- how pure were her smiles, her deepest blue eyes admiring every pushed her mother made. Pure laughter. Little giggles. Pure child. Pure heart. Admiring the view and listening to her sweet laughter, my eyes were glued not on the child alone. My mind wanders through the swing, it was coming back and forth. Back and forth. The squeaking of metal, the rattling of the chains. The sounds. The snowflakes. And, the winds. Did she mind at all? She didn’t noticed. Careless. Carefree. And, happy. How I thought? How I wonder? Like the child and the swing, it described its meaning. Like me and the time. I was swinging through time, catching all the events of my life, watching the snow coming and going, wishin...

Do I need to say something? When these pictures tell all?

The first time I set my eyes on him, I thought it was love at first sight . Geez. Geez… that’s what I thought. Ah, well—who wouldn’t? Hot. Gorgeous. Oh, crap—those tantalizing eyes that took my breath away. And lips that could launch a thousand sighs ( tsek, tsek! ). Butterflies in my stomach flipping inside and out. My heart beating like a tambourine ( tsug! tsug! ). And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. What was wrong with me? Here’s the thing about Italians—they know they’re at the top of the “most attractive people on earth” list. According to what study? Oh, you know… the highly scientific “Who’s the Most Good-Looking, Gorgeous, Hot Specimen on Earth” study. In Eat, Pray, Love , Elizabeth Gilbert described Italians as “devilishly attractive, cruelly handsome, and surprisingly muscular.” And yes—I wholeheartedly admit that I was once a victim of such a cruelly handsome Italian guy. Too cool to be real, as a matter of fact. But yeah. I was. And yes—too bad. Y...

Alarm clock sounded. Too loud. Yawned. Still, sleepy. Stretched arms. Yawned. Went back to bed. Wishing for more sleep. Sleep. Snore.Slumber. Drifted. It alarmed again for five times. Earsplitting. Hit the button. Yawned. Sat on bed. Time to go. *Sigh* Monday blues. or Winter/Snow blues or Manic Mondays. A cup of coffee would make me feel good. Thanks goodness for the guy who invented the coffee. Image source: NettLegg's Digital Photo

Your presence in this world is not by accidents You were born through love without regrets; Your mom and your dad were happy when you came, Your existence is a gift without dread or shame. Never, ever forget about your real qualities, You are a unique person with special characteristics; Nobody can compare your complete uniqueness; you're one of a kind, far more - no less. Never, ever forget that you can be what you want to be, Your life is a blessing as you choose your way; Don’t forget to dream as far as you can be, Reach for your dream no matter what blocks your way. Reach for your goals, dream for the stars Whichever ways, it’s who you are; Expect troubles as you go on towards your journey; But, whatever happens, don’t ever give up Whatever it takes, always look up above; The sky is there as a source of inspiration; When there’s a problem, there’s always solution. Take time to pray and things will be easy for you Take a deep breath and the world will sm...

Last night, I was up too late. My brain won't make me sleep. My eyes kept on glaring and staring at the walls. I tried to close it but my brain snapped it open. I reclined on my bed while my back leaning on the yellow paint wall and grabbed my laptop. I kept signing in and signing out. What was the used? I turned it off. Darkness invades. I switched on my night lamp to give me enough light. Midnight came. I went back to bed; hoping and wishing that sleep will claim me and sent me to nothingness. I knew that snowflakes kept on falling on my window pane. Turned. Flipped to one side. Then, the other side. I heard my heater's sound. I heard my brain talking, conversing the other side of my brain.  I closed my eyes, but my brain kept on saying something which I could n't grasped the words. Turning to one side, I kicked my blanket away. I hid my face on my pillow and controlled my breathing. Breathe. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. I was thinking about the blue skies and th...