it's an UBer FUN DAY, Kid.

Together with the KAAKBAY members, we spent our March 17 with 17 street children (wow, it’s just now that I realized na pareho palang 17). It was a day of fun, really. We had parlor games, face tattoos, colorful balloons, prizes, loot bags, foods and of course,mcdo's hamburgler!

i do not know what's inside their every timid smile.

or what's really bemeath their gloomy eyes.

i will never know each story behind their rough skin and dry hair, for sure.

but i will forever wonder

where are they headed?

Contemplate: A boy who strolls around the busy city having all the freedom that he could imagine sporting tattered clothing, a nauseating aroma and yes, the face that launches a thousand of emotions. Add the hopeful tone begging for the littlest of alms, the most common: Ate, pengeng barya. Alternatively, offering cigars and candies, and yes, sampaguita garlands. But what do we often do? This might not be a strange scenario but this never fails to clench my heart.

I wish people would just buy these items from these kids, instead of purchasing from those giant malls. I hope one day, I can paint a vivid picture of them with all the justification to tell the world about these kids who also needs an embrace.

actually, i do not know how to help them or how to make sure that amidst the hurly burly of life, a brighter future still awaits them. i feel sad that all I could do is feel sorry for them. Sabi nga ni Dad when I once asked him why there are street children: that’s how life is daw, the question is whether they want to remain in the street or make a difference in their lives. Plus the reminder of how blessed I am for everything that the Almighty has bestowed on me.

But I believe, prayers will make a lot of difference. Let’s all be one in including these kids in our daily prayers, so one day will come, and there will be no one strolling down the cold streets with a growling stomach or a heart starving for love.

And that just like us, i know they also have so much love to give in this world. ♥

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"i am a scientist. i don't believe in fairy tales". – Grace, Avatar

I am in a bottomless gratefulness to James Cameron for making me fall into a deep feeling of adoration amidst my silent odium to the love month. Yes, it was just last feb 1 that I was able to grab a copy of this much talked-about film.

The Pope criticized AVATAR for the promotion of worshiping nature instead of religion. Well, I guess the message that the film wants to instill in us is the infinite love that we should give to the home given to us by the ALMIGHTY GOD, our earth. c'mon, people, let's STOP DESTROYING OUR PLANET because we ARE JUST DESTROYING OURSELVES. And of course, incessantly loving our self and the others and being an avid fan of acceptance and trust. Of loving the things that we have, and the things we don’t have.


I hope we can always keep the spirit of the true quintessence of love and have the heart to see beauty in everything that exists in this incredible universe.


By the way, let me repost this one from a blog (http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/)where I often make tambay whenever my brain salivates from beautiful phrases: (warning: CHEESY)

You are my science.

You make me believe in the atoms in your skin.

Now I believe in the chemistry in our kiss.

And now I believe in the molecules that make up love.

You are my science. I am a scientist.

IHOPEICANSEEYOU.ITRULYHOPETHATWECANBOTHSEEEACHOTHER.

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one hour before new year's eve

i just find it so funny to realize things and be very broken the very next day.

no time for senti modes , need to dress up my tuna salad.

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the color of skittles and you

i am pretending. and i know i am. i'm hiding behind the colors of berry flavored skittles - i missed it - and happy to have it around now. But it doesn't compensate the confusion i'm having right this moment. the intricate feeling that kept on bothering me for nights and for days ever since... i do not know. i have no idea when did this idea start. i just remember once, i heard your voice over the phone, we're just a ruler or two away from each other .. and the voice bugged me. but i tried to get over it. i told so firmly to myself that i cannot entertain such feelings. i forgot everything about the voice. i forgot about that "one day kind of weird feeling" i got from hearing your voice. but just one day . . . just one so much ordinary day - the idea of you started confusing me again. i have to tell you that i hate it. even, the color of your shirt. Even for the very first time i'd notice that there's already something different. i want to pretend that all is normal. that, everything is just the same. i do not like this feeling. if i only have a choice, i'd rather run away. i'd rather choose to make things simpler. to just forget about this stupidity. But it's not that simple.

"what do you want me to do?" is the question that has been running in my head since day one. wow.is there really such stuff in here as day one?

day one... was that the time when you gave me a kfc brownies?

or the day when you first held my hand under the heat of the mid-day sun?

or that pinky day that i caught you looking at me?

when did day one happen? or did it ever happen?

i am afraid. i don't wanna fall into someone who doesn't seem to find his way around. i dont want to let myself fall and just be left alone once you realized that you changed your mind, that you don't like this anymore. i do not know what exactly i'm feeling right now. but i'm getting too involved that i'm having the hardest time knowing where i really have to stand.

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the very first time our eyes met

i was in my pink polo shirt and pink head band.

then i caught your eyes staring at me.
they were different

they were no longer cold

i never saw them before.



i needed to fake my emotion.
pretended i am cool.
because inside,
i was melting real hard.

it was just yesterday
but everything changed.
everything.

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