In His time.

This is, by far, the fastest year I've had in twenty-five years. Not to mention that it has been the greatest year to date...

The Bible has proven itself, yet again, to be right about everything it speaks of. For years, I have done a lot of questioning about my life and its purpose. I always tried to convince myself that everything happens for a reason everytime an opportunity slips off my hands. I've realized that my perspective in life has always been reactive, giving me no control of my present and accepting the future to be just a result of my reckless past.

It was only lately when I have learned to control my future, by making yourself believe that if you want something, you must want it very badly that you would do everything, in your power, to make it happen. Pray hard, at your utmost sincerity, talk to him, lay down your reasons why you want it, commit something in return, and believe in these three words: In God's time.

About a week ago, I have just witnessed the sun set beautifully with my most special person.

Looking back, years ago, everything was just a bagfull of prayers.

On Regrets

Sometimes, you do things that you regret the very next day you wake up. And I don't know, but no matter how hard you try to prepare yourself beforehand, you 'defenselessly' end up doing it. After which, the only reason you can give in order to convice yourself why you did such a horrible thing was that God worked had worked again in one of His 'mysteriously' ways to teach you a lesson. Did He? Well, that is where hope comes in.

Eventually, as days pass by, as regret kills you by the minute, those 'mysterious acts' are slowly coming in piece by piece. And as of now, my realization is, that, an act would only take you one day to do, months to regret, and a whole lifetime to give you its answers.

Sometimes, you don't know what you're talking about.

A love letter was written on March 19, 2003 by a good friend of mine to her boyfriend.


March 19, 200311:54 PM

a man was featured in ripley's. he left his job and went to mexico to live a simpler life. he collected water bottles in exchange for cash. with that, he had this crazy idea and made his own floating island with the use of mineral water bottles as floaters and bamboo as a base for his flooring. all by himself, he went back and forth through a boat to put sand on it. he planted plants which seemed to grow pretty well. he put up a very small hut with a nice bed surrounded by mosquito nets. he rarely left the island for he grew coconuts and bananas for his food. he has two cats, a dog, 2 chickens and a duck. he had all the necessities there and he was so happy.

for all of my life i never felt as envy as i've felt that moment. i've realized i want that kind of life. i want my own island that i've made all by myself...just the right size with only the necessities and everything and everyone i love in it. it may not be literally the same though. someday, i want to have my own island and i want you to be in it. this island may not be a real island with the sand and all but a symbolism of indepence and hard work and wanting to live a normal life.


A year later, they ended their relationship and remained good friends until now.