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Sa kahabaan ng binabagtas na kalsada, nagpupumilit magsalita ang aking mapanuring mata. Sa tabi ng bintana, sa gitna, basta ang daa'y nakikita. Nais ko'ng hindi malayo, sa mga istorya ng taong may iba't ibang dinarayo. Sa trono ng piling klase ng mga tao, Driver's Seat, Front Seat, Mistulang parang langit.   ( by: Reuel Mark Delez ) Sino ang mga nabiyayaan, Panandaliang pwesto ng kapangyarihan, Kasiyahan, kalungkutan, katotohanan, kasinungalingan, Ang pinaglilingkuran, Ang mga naglilingkod, Mananatili lamang sa likod. Bawat tao'y tinatanong kung Sino. Sino ang kaibigan? Sino ang Iniibig? Sino'ng asawa? Sino ang querida ? Sino ang may pera? Sino ang wari lang nama'ng umaasta? Sino ang nagmamahalan? Sino ang nagmamahal? Sino ang nagtitiis, At ang nakaupong may pusong nasasaktan? May CDs, tissue at cellphone holder.   May compass, dyaryo at Office of the Mayor sticker.   Mayroon din Doctor on call at Medical Mission folder....

( http://x-shad0w.livejournal.com/ )   3 If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins,        O Lord, who could stand?   4 But with you there is forgiveness;        therefore you are feared.   5 I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,        and in his word I put my hope.   6 My soul waits for the Lord        more than watchmen wait for the morning,        more than watchmen wait for the morning. PSALM 130:3-6 The word of God that never fail to touch my heart. This is the hunger I've been letting myself to feel for my God. Everyday I pray to not cease feeling this way for my Lord. Thanks for our Youth Pastor, who posted this in his Wall. God chooses anyone He wants to speak to us. So, what you've been reading? Seeing? Can you hear God's voice speaking to you? Never second-guess God's ability to speak to you. Be in hun...

Many things I learned today, few things I will do. I've learned that it's really cool to do people shopping when you've got nothing to think of or at least trying to divert your mind from something you're sick of racking your brain to. But I can't do that anymore. It's bad. Do I have to explain its badness? I've learned that sometimes it's okay to be late in class just as long as you'll have good test results. And note-writing ability. But I can't do that anymore. I chose not to. I cannot tolerate my being late at school. It's not cool and I don't want to disappoint my parents who, in their selfless will, trying their very best to wake up early, prepare stuff for a hassle-free day for me, and the whole family. Their effort of going to work as early as they could so they'll have job and paycheck and so my tuition and baon. Wow. And I  thought of that just now? I've learned today that it's just okay to spend your 5-hour cl...

What it feels like to be a woman? When glory days are over. When emotions can't be an excuse. When moods are irrelevant. How it feels to be a woman? On rainy days. On "periods". On immorality. On responsibility. Woman without... Masculinity. Defense. IS NEVER USELESS. Women of God. Inspires. A part of the many great Histories of the world. Of mankind. Of Jesus' genealogy. Woman of God. That's what I want to be.