Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

3:1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

Νάρκισσος

When I look into my eyes in the mirror,

I see you.

When I look into your eyes,

I see me.

But Mister, I insist, it was an accident!

When I was walking home from work, there were kids who just came out of school shouting at us, me and my officemate, "Happy Valentine's Day!" Inside my head was this simple thought, "Oh shut up kids. When you grow up you'll realize that love is absurd and life is cruel than you can imagine."

c' ' ;)

If I looked like I'm stepping backwards, the reason behind it is.. I'm about to take a giant leap.

I love my dog.

He has green eyes just like yours.
He’s got brown hair just like yours.

He is half-breed just like you.

He is just like you.

He reminds me of you.

My dog is here, and you’re far there.

In 17 Again movie, a boy named Alex walked up to his crush and said, ”I just.. just want to tell you that you look like my dog. Your hair. Your hair looks like my dogs hair because uhmm.. It’s shiny and then it’s soft..”

I’ll never forget that line from that movie. Imagine someone telling you how they adore you because you look like their dog. But yeah, it happens in real life. No, not to me! I was watching The Millionaires Matchmaker and there was a guy who told his beautiful date how she looks like his dog. Hahahahha Surprisingly, both women who were compared to a dog didn’t get offended. Nice ladies.

I love my dog, but not as much as I love you.

"Expose, Explore, Experience" Nido TCV

Humayo ka, kaibigang Tom Sawyer..

Maglakbay kung saan mo man maisip..

I'm not Tom Sawyer. I'm not even Judy Abbott. I'm just a girl who pretty much always looking for simple everyday adventures who doesn't care if I get dirty along the journey.

Today is a very good day. I woke up around 1am from my dog's cry. I had to walk him again across the highway where he dumps his poo. As I walked the street, I saw how clear the sky was. I've never seen such since the town had been covered with thick clouds everyday. The stars were all visible and scattered in the sky. It was beautiful.

I woke up around 5am, it was still dark. It didn't rain. The street was dry. The wind was cold. I decided to take a walk with my dog. As we walked along the highway, I saw Mt. Banahaw and Mt. Cristobal weren't covered with clouds for the longest time. I hurriedly run back to our house to get my camera-phone.

Before Sunrise

I grew up in three neighborhoods. One of that neighborhood was in Daang Mauban. I met kids from around my age there. It was summer of 1996, I was incoming Grade 2, when I enjoyed the most of my summer days as a kid on. My playmates and I would fly a kite at the nearby open field or play all afternoon at the public playground. We would walk through rice fields and/or the river outside the town to get to the other part of the town instead of just simply use the street. We would swim at the river or play in the rain to get refreshed. I miss it.

That is why, I keep a dog. toinks And here's our adventure together today:

Christopher Nolan

Gigi: So he says he's going to call, but then he gives me his card and he says--

Alex: Oh he is not interested.

Gigi: You don't even know if he's called.

Alex: Oh, did he?

Gigi: No. But I honestly think he's expect--

Alex: Okay. Gigi, he is not interested. If a guy gives you his phone number instead of taking yours, he's not interested.

Read it, myself: If a guy gives you his phone number instead of taking yours, he's not interested. AGAIN, READ IT.. OUTLOUD! IF A GUY GIVES YOU HIS PHONE NUMBER INSTEAD OF TAKING YOURS, HE IS NOT INTERESTED.

At the end of Alex's and Gigi's conversation, Alex said, "Don't call him. He doesn't like you."

Framed on my Grandparents' house

Hand in hand,

Walk with me.

The best in life

Is yet to be.

Funny Face

It's not the most beautiful sunset until I forget it.

It's not the most embarassing experience until I forget it.

It's not the most saddest thing until I forget it.

It's not the happiest moment until I forget it.

It's only you, the most unforgettable,

I will never forget.

The Classic

When the sun shines on the sea,

I think of you.

When the dim moonlight is on the spring,

I think of you.

-Unknown

Unsterbliche Geliebte

"Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements," as said in The Sunscreen Song, my life's modern Desiderata.

My fascination with love letters all started from the first Sex and The City movie, when Carrie Bradshaw borrowed a book of Love Letters of Great Men from New York's public library. Carrie is a novelist in the movie. She borrowed the book to do some research for her next novel.

Then I have come across this article called: Write a Love Letter Like a Soldier. So I started to research for more love letters and I found them here. Below are my favorites:

July 24, 1940

I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. Then close to me was the most lovely of all, your soft hair against my cheek, your kisses so cool and unearthly and my happiness was so great.

Julia Lee-Booker to Lieut. Pat McSwiney, a British soldier. The couple were secretly engaged but were separated for three years during the war. They were married in 1944.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-91) was born in Salzburg, the son of Leopold Mozart and Anna Maria Pertl. From the age of five he performed all over Europe with his sister, Maria-Anna.

By 1772 he had composed 25 symphonies and two string quartets. He was appointed honorary concert master to the court in Salzburg in 1774, and after more tours--to Italy, Manneheim, and Paris--and a spell as court organist in Salzburg (1778-80), he moved to Vienna in 1781. Mozart wrote most of his best work in the years that followed: 12 piano concertos (1784-86); six quartets; and the operas The Marriage of

Figaro (1786), Don Giovanni (1787), and Cosi Fan Tutte (1790). In 1791, the year of the Requiem and The Magic Flute, he died of heart failure, at age 35.

This is a portion of a letter sent to his wife Constanze

Mainz October 17, 1790

PS.--while I was writing the last page, tear after tear fell on the paper. But I must cheer up -- catch! -- An astonishing number of kisses are flying about --- The deuce!-- I see a whole crowd of them! Ha! Ha!...I have just caught three-- They are delicious!-- You can still answer this letter, but you must address your reply to Linz, Poste Restante-- That is the safest course. As I do not yet know for certain whether I shall go to Regensburg, I can't tell you anything definite. Just write on the cover that the letter is to be kept until called for.

Adieu--Dearest, most beloved little wife-- Take care of your health-- and don't think of walking into town. Do write and tell me how you like our new quarters-- Adieu. I kiss you millions of times.

But this next man, I found his whole life full of unfulfilled love, his name is..

Peter Abelard (1079 - 1142), one of the most brilliant and controversial philosophers of the 12th century, met nineteen year-old Heloise, his intellectual equal, in 1116. They soon fell deeply in love but when her uncle discovered their affair, Heloise and Abelard were violently forced apart. Disgraced, they both fled: Heloise to a convent, Abelard to a monastery. Their love continued, however, in the beautiful letters they wrote to each other. In the following excerpt from one of those letters, Heloise relates her fear of outliving her love.

It's just unbelievable how they wrote those letters many years ago, when mails weren't electronic, when light source at night were real torch, and when words weren't typewritten but handwritten by a person who expresses his love for you dearly.

"I shall certainly love you forever." François-Marie Arouet

Someday, I will write a love letter for someone special. A letter where I will pour my heart's emotions into words out. Someday, I hope to receive a love letter from that special someone.

ever thine

ever mine

ever ours

--Ludwig van Beethoven

Will I ever get the chance to stand on top of the mountain with you, love?

The Right Way

An old man who made it to Shell, Exxon, and Aramco (if you have no idea what I'm saying this link might help) in his younger years got hit by another tricycle last night. He was fine. No injuries or even scratch. But trouble was, the tricycle who hit him was in the right of way. The 61-year old man wasn't. Even though the tricycle driver who hit him was drunk, the poor old man still has to pay for some minor damages in the tricycle and has to be responsible for a passenger who got hurt from the accident. The 61-year old poor man is my dad.

(Forgive me, as my tears dropped as I typed the last line on my first paragraph.)

Yesterday, when my dad was in the middle of cooking our dinner we run out of gas. That was totally unexpected. Although we have two spare extra tanks in the house, these two are empty as well. Buying one isn't our option because we both don't have any money! The quicker I can suggest a plan B, the less he'll be frustrated as the food was getting spoiled. I suggested we use the electric stove. And so we survived.

Before going to bed, I went out for a late night bike. It's either a late night bike or an early morning bike. I went up and down the town. When I got back, my dad decided to put a tail light, "just so it's safer for you to bike at night," he said. He wanted to see how the bike would look like at night with the lights on so he asked my to bike but not go far as it's not safe because it's late. I couldn't see the light on my bike's tail so I asked him to ride my bike to see the new tail light. Trust me, it's a silly looking light on the tail of my bike.

So I went inside to prepare to go to bed. I heard our tricycle's engine started but I didn't hear it to go any further. I went out again just to try if my puppy would cry if any of his masters get out of the house, I was glad he didn't. When I was outside, I saw my dad sitting around the corner with two other neighbors, the tricycle was parked there. It was probably 11pm. I went back in to to finally go to bed.

I didn't have any idea why I was having a hard time putting myself to sleep. When I was falling asleep, I heard our tricycle again. I thought my dad was calling it a night but I heard the sound of engine getting further from our house not getting any nearer.

I woke up from my dog's cry. He needed to poo. I walked him out to the highway where there are grasses at the sidewalk and he did his thing. When I was about to go back to bed, my dad asked me what are my plans tomorrow. That was weird. First, he never asks anything in the middle of night. Second, he never asks what your plans are for the next day in the middle of the night. Lastly, he asked the completely out of this world question.

I got up early, around 5am. My dog was crying once more. I didn't go back to bed anymore, because I usually do. I was downstairs carefully watching my new dog's behavior. My dad came and he started to say something.

When a guy speaks, and when he speaks his mind and heart with sincerity which happens once in a blue moon, YOU BETTER LISTEN and you listen hard! Whoever this guy is: your brother, father, son, boyfriend, most importantly your husband, ladies. Guys talk but they rarely speak first. When they do, it's serious. Just stop, shut up, and listen. You are not allowed to talk, to nag, to doubt, to make fun about the thing the guy is saying. You cannot totally break them apart from doing anything but listen.

Apparently, my dad got himself into an accident last night. The tricycle who hit him has five passengers. One got a minor injury. The driving manning the tricycle was drunk. They also hit the concrete pole. Their speed was fast enough to turn the tricycle up-side down upon impact.

There are three or four scratches that I've seen on our tricycle.

This is the most major damaged I've noticed.

Hello little wreckage!

This Kawasaki 125 got a hound's ear in an instant.

The police demanded the passenger who got injured should get examined on our part's expense. My dad's license was confiscated, and so he has to pay for the fine. Again I say this, we don't have any penny!

What if, I didn't go biking last night?

What if, I didn't suggest him to use the electric stove?

What if, I went up to my dad when we was sitting with our neighbors?

These what ifs in my mind or in my dad's mind are endless.

Let's change course, shall we?

What if, I got hit by a ten-wheeler truck when I went out for a bike last night and died?

What if, our house got burned and we lost everything?

What if, an armed group of Communist Party randomly kidnapped three men in the neighbor, including my dad, to forcedly recruit them.

There's so much to be grateful for.

Funny Face

It's not the most beautiful sunset until I forget it.

It's not the most embarassing experience until I forget it.

It's not the most saddest thing until I forget it.

It's not the happiest moment until I forget it.

It's only you the most unforgettable,

I will never forget.

A Puppy Day Afternoon

My mom certainly knows my weaknesses. And so she used it.

Football, movies, internet and.. oh yes, dogs. These are the major things that make my life exciting, fun and wonderful.

I feel like my life is so dull the past few weeks so, I told myself, "I should get a dog. Or a boyfriend." A dog is never cheap. A boyfriend would be more practical. My girl friend told me two years ago that I should not get a dog. Because when I have a dog, I don't get lucky on love.

Before noon today, I got a surprise from my mom: a dog. Actually, she texted me this morning about this dog I should get in my uncle's house, four blocks away from our house. Here he is:

<insert name here>: A Dog's Story

He doesn't have a name yet. I used to name my dogs staring with B's: Bogart, Bruno, and Bruha. They were all petite askals. That'w why I picked these big, brave and bad sounding names for my pet. Hmm.. So, what name should I give him? ..Bentong? Hahhahahhaha Because this puppy looks like will be a real big, brave and bad dog.

I promised myself, I wouldn't get a dog unless there's a veterinarian clinic in my town. As of now, there is one that I know of. A clinic will let me save my dog's life when he gets ill or sick. If he accidentally ate chicken bones which are fatal for dogs or if he accidentally chewed chocolates which are bad for dogs as well. How I wish this vet clinic was already here when my three dogs needed a vet the most.

Today, I taught him how to walk like a dog. Of course he can walk, but I taught him how to walk with a master. I've learned that the proper way of dog walking is when the dog walks either beside or behind its master. A dog that walks in front of its master is not a disciplined dog. Dog walking is essential to dogs not just for physical exercise but for many reasons. Click here.