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On Changes, Commuting, and Getting a Car (Journal Entry: October 21, 2014)

When I was younger, I thought that the things the older people do were hard.

Then I got a little older and things changed. So I thought that the things the older people do were rather easy.

Then I got a little older still and I realized that my finality has been consciously modified. Yes, things change, but that doesn’t mean they can’t change back either.

Most of the things I do now I used to perceive as hard during childhood. My (and my sister’s also, I strongly believe) top concern then was learning and mastering the process of commuting to and from school (college) and work, subsequently.

I thank my parents on this area for allowing and encouraging us siblings to do commuting on our own. We learned and mastered going places without our dad as our devoted driver. In fact, we’re all confident that we’re way better in commuting now than him.

But realization came in adulthood. I realized that commuting gets hard, too. Nowadays, due to numerous crowd of commuters anywhere and everywhere, people tend to wish for their own car, myself included. That’s another hard thing for me. (But hey, nothing is too hard and impossible with God!)

You see, as a child I’ve perceived things as hard. I grew up a little, learned a little, and I thought things were rather easy. Then I grew older and witnessed the bigger stage of real life which brought me back to my childish perception of how hard things are.

The point is that things change but we learn along. We adapt and then we react, consequently. I thought commuting was hard until I learned it and finally took its toll on me which in turn made me research, pray, and wait for the car that best suits me and my needs. Who knows? God might soon and finally accomplish it for me.

My “Shakespearean Insults” thingy take. A poem.

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And so I found this while browsing my Facebook newsfeed. The next thing I know I have already constructed a poem with these words. I sooo love this! :)
*This ought to be a love poem. The insults has turned it nonsense. But it’s a good read, anyway. At least for me. Haha!

Enjoy! And, uhmmm, British accent please.

Things a plenty I tend to forget
Whenever I am with thee
I say thou spongy, milk-livered mammet
With such insult can thee forgive me?

From thy grip I can’t let go
I wish I could take thee home
I say thou pribbling, knotty-pated minnow
With such insult will I be left alone?

The days I grasp with thee are better
No way I’ll ask for more
Thou paunchy, pox-marked lewdster
Such insult for thee will score

Thy feelings seem like a twisted knot
But they flow freely when with thee
I say thou puking, rump-fed pignut
Is thy answer that brings reverie

Thy heart’s coldness has turned warm
Such change is brought by thee
Thou mewling, ill-nurtured malt-worm
Has allowed thy soul be set free

With no gravity I’d still fall, I tell
Thy feelings for thee won’t go away
Thou reeky, motley-minded measle
Is key for thy sweet thoughts at bay

I dug deep and emotions came out
Thy presence stirs them way better
I call thou spleeny, pottle-deep lout
An insult as thick as a genuine leather

Sweet days anew before us came by
Thy feelings are afloat with thee
Thou roguish, rough-hewn maggot-pie
Are someone I wish to love for free

I Long For None But You

As I walk alone tonight
I think of everything you made right
I witness a warm embrace
And I long to see your face
There are fingers entwined
And you’re first to come to mind
A sweet song plays along
And to you I sing my song
When I think of a love that’s true
I long for none but you

Prayer Poem (No. 17)

Words and prayers are all I have
To describe my longing for You
I woke up reminded of Your love
And all Your promises so true
Caught in my doubts and unbelief
You called me to put my faith in You
You’ve always promised to never leave
Through all storms You’ll get me through
Fill me with joy that overflows
Heal and mend my brokenness
Help me be steadfast in You as time goes
Prove to spare me from emptiness

Journal Entry: September 27, 2014

I’m so used to releasing words thru my writings for I don’t know what to do with them if they stay in my brain. But no matter how often I let them go, they come back. Mostly in waves. The words that matter surprisingly come back multiplied and attached with even stronger heartstring.

Retrieved

Time passes but moments linger
In the known cracks of a heart
Sweet memories are remembered
By a soul once torn apart
Paced through the broken remains
Emptiness was swept away
Shine, the heavens proclaim
The darkness has gone away

Happy Thoughts

One hundred thoughts to ponder today
But it’s you I think of in my favorite way
Coz you know for your presence I thirst
My happy thoughts are about you first
Each moment I hope you’ll be pleased
With the joy of my heart released
To this place, any place, with you
For it’s where my happiness comes true

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