{ Ramblings }

Listening To: Quiet murmur of people around me
Where: Cybernook of my green and white school


I've called Nanay to tell her to send my beloved pc to the techie doctor. I hope I get her back after a couple of days or rather a couple of hours. I miss writing my entries and what have you's in the privacy of our own tiny office/ study room.


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I suddenly felt how incompetent and unimaginative I am in writing. Several of close friends of mine showed them with their works and left me feeling euphoric, elated and amazed at their works. Old and festering writing insecurities suddenly rose from g*d knows where. Taunting me and consuming me little by little. I am now wishing I could write just like them. I am now contemplating if I should take a short "hiatus" from writing. I am thinking if my works are good enough.


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Here's something from Dihahaha. I'd just like to share them to you people. I don't know if she's referring to the long talk we had at Starbuck's a couple of days ago. Her work somehow took my breath away. . .

A butterfly and a star

Sometimes the answer to our questions lies in silence...we always think of what�s happening and what�s going to happen next...we always play the "what if" games...at times I get tired of that game..I wanted to just feel the emotions and just decide based on that with out even thinking of what�s going to happen next or what are the consequences........ A butterfly goes to metamorphosis to be able to achieve the perfection that could only last for a few days...a star exist for millions of years but its shine doesn't fade thus it shines even brighter every night...what do these two things have in common? They both possess a beauty that warms the coldest night and brightens the darkest day without making a single noise...it would take a keen observant to notice that these two exist..That these two carry one of the world's treasures but don't brag about it..Instead they keep quiet and their silence make their beauty out stand the others...a butterfly goes through each and every cycle of hurt and pain just to achieve perfection...and still carry its grace unto its grave...a star doesn�t get tired of shining each and every one's darkest nights. And yet never asked for anything in return....to own them is power..To have them is eternity...to be with them is destiny...

A butterfly always ends its epistle with an angel who may not yet have fully grown wings but have the courage to express what she feels...now bituin..Ends her own epistle with pride...

I may not be beautiful on the outside but I sure do shine from within...

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I am Angel. . . feeling a tad-bit sad.