aside from that unfortunate puffer fish that i found a long time ago by the beach i also found these in my previous out of town trip, one is from the beach and the other on the road...
...you won't believe i found that other one on the beach...

faint

it's starting to rain

i really don´t know whether to beg for my happiness or ask for contentment. the person that i am knows there isn't much that can be done with what we are fated to, yet i refuse to be fatalistic about it.

every week i find myself down on my knees begging for some intervention that i myself am not hopeful of. perhaps i can grasp a little gist of what He was trying to say when He let them nail him on that wood, there is nothing wrong in giving one's life to someone who doesn't appreciate it. It is up to us to deal with the nails being driven through. unfortunately, too many times being nailed will not make us numb to it.

next to impossible is to have her read this with just the least possible emotion involved.

best bet, nothing of any sort.

headaches not from the head

if we were to stand on the highest point of the world, we may see the world below us, but we could not see the people.
Sometimes when we peak at some moments in our lives we feel the height only to find out its as cold as it is high. I remember working hard for something i have always wished for, at some point i felt i peaked. The high was so great it broke me to get down, but get down i did, falling is how i did it. truly when you are below the sight of the top is as breathtaking as it is from above...

...but can you feel the warmth from up there?

a race to confession or due to desperation

there's a difference between brisk walking and a long wait at the stairwell.
a long wait at the stairwell is a race to confession subtly avoiding the risk of hysteria.
a brisk walk is a camouflaged confession, an attempt an ambush, but without the race. unfortunately this has all the room for being hysterical.

...and so goes the story, the most traumatic there was, a brisk walk, my coup de grâce.

cornstarch

i am tired...

A while back when i was on my way home i was thinking, would it be possible for me to keep on working til retiring age...but then again, i am not working for someone...and i don't have a retirement plan...bleak future, hehehe

hmm

i could not figure out how i felt after finding this blog account that was long lost and forgotten.
speechless, hehehe