Why do we put hope in a string?
Don't we know that a string could be cut in a snap of the scissors?
I was looking for the word "faith" and failed to find it
But I heard it spoken somewhere
I just forgot where.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. 

-Gigi, He's Just Not That Into You (2009)

A pack of french fries and a ride for crying

The McDo BFGF commercial used to not impress me. Yes, the characters were cute little kids playing adults. But more than the medium is the message. I do not like the way it weaved into the viewers' consciousness the complications of a woman's mind and the idea that a relationship is worth a pack of french fries.

The McDo BFGF commercial used to not impress me until last night.

He brought me french fries saying he thought of the ad while he was on his way to see me. It means a lot when you know someone is willing to go out his way just to hear you cry, doesn't it? And a pack of fries bought with you on mind, could make you stop from crying. Believe me, last night, it worked for me.

Thank you, AHAN.

Isang kahong lihim

Isang kahong liham 

na nakatambak sa isang gilid

ng buhay

Mga liham na isinulat

sa mga pasikdo-sikdong panahon

ng katapangang

hanggang papel lang

Kung mahanap ko man ang mga 

padadalhan

Hindi magkakaroon ng sariling paa

ang mga liham

patungo sa kanila

At ako

hindi maglalakas-loob

Aanhin pa ang katotohanang

Naiwan na ng panahon?

-h

Photo editing

I am currently editing the logo of our parish youth ministry and in between, wondering. How easily you make me forget.

You ask me a lot of questions. I seal the answers right away. They keep fluttering inside my stomach and would not let me sleep the whole night.

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." 
— Henri J.M. Nouwen

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

Rudyard Kipling 

April showers bring May flowers. 

Dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

by Langston Hughes

The Mad Hatter: You're not the same as you were before. You were much more... "muchier." You've lost your "muchness." 

Alice: My "muchness?" 

The Mad Hatter: [Points to Alice's heart] In there. 

"Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. Like falling in love or finding god, if it happens to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far." 

— Jodi Picoult (Change of Heart)

Words could be overstated
and understated
at the same time they are uttered.
Like Love.

"Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?" 
— Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)

Give up saying "I can't"