Good Friday

To Every Guy

To every guy that has said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that has said, "Sex CAN wait."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that did what she wanted to do.
To every guy that cried in front of her.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls(or texts) to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her house.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy even if he is not with her.
To every guy who is willing to wait for years just to prove his love for her.
To every guy who still prioritizes God instead of making the girl as the sun of his life.

This one bulletin post is for you.

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there... I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this because they care more about their image. If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed " If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way repost this with: "To Every Guy"



(Found this old note from an account. Worth reposting, I think.)

The Pursuit

What does pursuit means?
A following with a view to reach, accomplish, or obtain; endeavor to attain or gain; as, the pursuit of knowledge; the pursuit of happiness or pleasure.

Hm, let's see. There's a story of this girl who cries a lot for really, really sad reasons. And those really, really sad reasons she wants to forget, so she left her place, finding peace in some other land, but to no success. No matter where she goes, these really, really sad reasons haunt her, taking years off her life. No joy, no smile at all. Hope seems lost in her. But a tinge of sunshine seemed to grow out of her. Because of the gift of Grace, something in her was awakened. Her entire self changed, grew, desired for all things good and Godly. Sinner, yes, but consecrated by His love. She's a whole new creation. She was captivated by the new presence in her life. It's all bright, she thought. Bright, colorful, peaceful. Beauty was redefined, Paradise was regained. She's like that sea lion who found the ocean again after a long time spent in the desert.

2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away;
behold, all things have become new.

Now she can really be true to who she is. No more pretensions, fantasies, dark sides and whathaveyous.
It's pure love, baby. If ever she'd cry again, it would be happy tears for sure.

Maundy Thursday

Believe me, I tried to write some drafts. Epic fail. There's still Friday and Saturday, though.

I hope that my relationship with Adobe Lightroom would be for a really, really long time.

April 1, 2010. Somewhere around 9 in the morning.
Boo and NIV, my constant breakfast buddies. I have sunshine today! Amazing.

As I ponder on things, my train of thought goes something like this:
- thank God for helping me in my 'moments of weakness'
- I am obliged to share whatever I have as they were just gifts imparted by God.
I own nothing in this world, yet I owe God my everything.
- We were given a heart to experience. Nothing is arrived at purely by thinking.
- Suddenly, I got reacquainted with my old dreams - the ones that require me to ride a plane.
- The birds. The bees. The turkey that tried to hit on me. That freakin' bicycle that I can't mount on.
- thank God for helping me LET GO.

John 14:1-4
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."

This is the promise that I have for this morning. Very, very interesting.
Today seems like a good day for a bear hug. Too bad no one's around.

Welcome To My Id

The hilltop view that almost made me cry.

Sunrise by the peak.

Glorious sunset.

This is the story of a dream I had before. And these were the exact images of what I saw then - a bit creepy, I know. It's just amazing to know that there is exactly an existing place like what I had in my mind; I never knew it until I saw images of Mt. Pulag. Will definitely climb this freaking mountain before the year ends. How do you actually prepare yourself before a climb? That might be a problem because I hate long walks. Oh well. My desire to see this place is greater than the foreseen consequences. One thing's for sure though: Boo is coming with me. =)

Do You Love Me Enough To Let Go

Oh
I'm a wandering soul
I'm still walking the line that leads me home
Alone
All I know
I still got mountain to climb
On my own
On my own

Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through
To let me fall for you
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Back from the dead of winter
Back from the dead and all our leaves are dry
You're so beautiful, tonight

Back from the dead we went through
Back from the dead and both our tongues are tied
You look beautiful tonight

But every seed dies before it grows

Breathe it in
And let it go
Every breath you take is not your to own
It's not your to hold
Do you love me enough to let me go?

I'm The Pink One

There we are, stuck at the refrigerator door, overexposed and happy.

I'm happy that in whatever you feel, I am assured that you always proceed with 'prayer-soaked steps'. I know how that feels, believe me. When the feminine heart is at stake, we can't help but be on our knees. I love you dear for your boldness and I love you for your vulnerability. Let's be vulnerable together. Let's both witness God's hand unfold in all of these. There's so much stories to tell but, hey, we both have a lifetime to spend right?

Don't stop being everyone's cactus. I'm hugging you now, Ming.

PhotoDiary

Say he-llo to Juan Cocco alias Gen. Danny Lim, aptly nicknamed Boo.
Yea, this is my photodiary. See the world through my eyes. Or my lens, whatever.
One thing's for sure, everything will now be beautiful
for everything around me speaks of the glory of God.

Name: Boo
Birthday: March 22, 2010
Model: Nikon D3000

This is not a great shot of us but I just want to share the eyes of my baby for the first time.

Gloomy, But Definitely Not Sad.

830am. Balcony.
I'll try to keep my Holy Wednesday holy.

I woke up yearning for the usual blinding sunshine, but all I had is this. And upon waking up, I pleaded for a more obedient and faithful heart, as it seems that i'm taking things in my own hands again.

From Lazaroo:

“Then they repented and said, ‘The LORD Almighty has done to us what our ways and practices deserve, just as he determined to do.’”
(Zechariah 1:6)

Is that the kind of repentance You’re looking for from me, Jesus?

Not just, “I’m sorry” –

sorry I got caught
sorry I did what I did
sorry You punished me

sorry I missed out on all the good things You would have given me

if only I had been faithful and consistent in my obedience to You –

but in agreement with what my disobedience forced You to do to me

forced You to withhold from me.

That’s tough.

It’s one thing to endure Your punishment

it’s quite another to be able to utter these words from the very depths of my soul:

“You were right to punish me that way.

“I had it coming.

“I needed it.

“Thank You.”

If only I had been faithful and consistent in my obedience to You.
This is what keeps me believing, this is what makes me hold on: the wonderful promise of love and joy in following You and You alone. Indeed, Father, You have satisfied me with Your steadfast love, that I will always be glad and that I will always rejoice in all my days. It's amazing to know that I could sing of your love FOREVER.

I immediately grabbed Boo and got reacquainted with the buttons. God has a way in meeting me in the most unexpected moments and places. His love makes me smile.

Smells like tuyo for breakfast. Yum.

Very Well Said, J.

Yes, I cheated. I tweet, blog, stalk people and check my FB account in between creating my slides. Why? Because I can, that's why.

Hay, I want to go to the beach. Feel the sand, the sun, the breeze, the salty smell of it, the tingly and bittersweet feeling I get when I look upon the sunset, create a bonfire, and whatever it is people do once freedom from the city is achieved. Small things like that. It might take a while before I can have a trip to the beach (May 6, perhaps? *wink*), but as we all know, waiting is a part of life. It's what makes the experience beautiful, I realized.

(Click on the photo for J's blog)

You Are The Only Exception

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing

The Future Looks Promising

Taken first thing in the morning of March 23, 2010. A view from my bedroom window. Various politicians doing their rounds of campaigns and jingles in the neighborhood woke me up.

For You, It Will Always Be A Yes

Soon, the romance of midnight flights, a window seat that brings me closer to the washed-out clouds and moonlight, and the fact that i am alive with a pulse beating to the tune of hope, will sweep me off my feet. i am awake with the hope that someday you will open your eyes. open your eyes to the promise of me.

May you fully come to realize that everything here on earth is fleeting. That living your life requires no analysis; just abrupt decisions on how to live it. The Why part would be a different story. Things are better left unplanned, I assure you. Or better yet, watch Twilight Zone. I apologize for the inexperienced advise but I always find the most inspiring things in life from unexpected cases. Like the notion of unrequited love from a supposedly eery tv series. It's just unbelievably sad to accept that love will have it's twist and turns, and most of the time, it doesn't always result in good things. Fate will have a hand on everything. Come on, do i really need to be in a time capsule for a few decades to await for your return, and thus for your answer? The initial response will be no for sure. But a tinge of excitement prevails. No truth was ever arrived at purely by thinking, as i heard some moron blurt out. I will eternally be in love with the concept of love, but I will never know if I can love eternally. Or love you at all.

Let's think like people in movies. When a kiss is offered, a kiss is deserved.

another morning. another glorious morning. i believe its a sunday. a reminder that there will always be a me and a you, here, and i m not sure where to next. the notion that we can always be on the same breathing space is somehow exhausting, cause it means you will expect something from me. but i cannot give you me. i can give you what s left of me. in the addition to this miserable oblivion that s circling us, yeah, there will always be the two of us. i will love. i will love with the courage of a soldier off to war, with the sequence of me leaving, getting there, looking at your picture before that destined stray bullet hits me. i am fearless; my ego is nothing. this love is bigger than me. the Lord has touched my heart, blessed me with an angel. i can tell to the whole world i love you.

and i will love you. secretly.

"Man's love is of man's life a thing apart. 'Tis a woman's whole existence." - Byron -

(Grabe, ang baduy ko na pala talaga eversince. I wrote this Aug 10, '08. As to why and for whom I wrote this I can't even remember. So funny.)

Scars

We are all flawed but we are all loved.

Thank you Ming for sharing this.
This is exactly what all of us need. =)

Found My Heart Song

Your voice, on replay.

http://www.shairaluna.tk/

Shaira Luna.

Paano Ko Sasabihin?

I'm still amused by stories like this. Why? Because we are all needy, greedy, even desperate of those three wonderful words. What if there's just silence? How would you let her know? I guess this is where faith in love comes in.

Paano ko sasabihin?

Dinig sana kita.

Affirmations

To trust with a good heart of what is yet to come is indeed what has already come.

With enough faith, what is hoped for is already done and fulfilled. There is only the waiting part for the exact moment for it to get fulfilled. But, for the faithful, there's nothing too long or too short of a wait. I'm sure that you're old enough, trustful and faithful enough to understand what's in store for you.
- Tito Phil E.

These words coming from a complete stranger (well, slightly stranger to my life) who doesn't have an inkling on what is happening with me. Cool, isn't it?

Love Is Waiting

Love is Waiting

In the autumn on the ground,
between the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories - whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right
Love is waiting

It's my caution not the cold
there's no other hand that i would rather hold
the climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about you
don't keep time, slow the pace
Honey hold on if you can
the bets are getting surer now that you're my man

I could write a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,
neither should I rush my way into your heart

I Believe In The Greater Story.

March 27, 2010. The time where we turn things to the brighter side.

Everything else would be better than before. Just believe.

March 28, 2010

Tonight, you have made me cry for good reasons.

And I know that the best way to pursue me is by prayers, nothing else would suffice.

In the silence, my faith is magnified.

Yes, I believe in the greater Story.