Sunday, February 22, 2009

Salsa.



HOT STUFF! I LIKE(:(:(:

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Regret is an illusion.

It depends on what might have been.
And that is a waste of time.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Silence.

One can only appreciate tranquillity when noise becomes unbearable.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Being Blessed.

When you're feeling blessed and contented,
the Devil seeks ways to destroy that.

That's what I feel.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Falling in Love.

What does it mean?

Sparks?

Clouds?

Kisses and sighs?

Monday, February 16, 2009

A Time for Everything.

taken from the Bible(NIV) Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 Verses 1-8

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

So what is for now?

Friday, February 13, 2009

Ashamed.

Looking back, I feel ashamed for being selfish.
for not having a bigger heart.
for the wrong decisions that I've made.
for giving into temptation.

But I thank God for giving me chances to return to Him.
Though He forgives and His grace is more than enough,
there are punishments/consequences to face.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Life and Death.

We all have to die someday.

But when will it be?
We wouldn't know till the time comes...

While waiting, what are you doing with your life?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Forgiveness.

I wrote this about a year ago. Just wanted to share(:

Forgiveness.

Maybe he didn't mean it.
All those nasty things he said.
Or are those nasty things not nasty things?
At least not to him, I think.

How about the sweet nothings that he whispered?
Did he mean them?
Oh why! Why did she put all those things in her heart?
Her delicate heart, Hurts.

But who would notice the tears that dried?
Who can see beyond that lovely smile?


Memories, let it pass.
Let time dissolve every memory.
Then, forgiving him for the hurt is easy.
But how to forget the excruciating pain when the heart was hurt?

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

What are the odds?

I went to a place that I haven't been to for more than a year.
And I saw someone who lives in that area.

I didn't expect it.
I didn't want to look.

What are the odds?