marcha.

 

Current mood:	enthralled
Current music:	summer breeze

 

the trip home was exhausting// i lacked sleep tas i directly proceeded to a jammed airport and had to queue for like 20 minutes// the moment i got to mactan my heart was beating// i prioritised being at home knowing that i had a lot of catching up to do with ma and my sisters.  i saw dich on the veranda, fanning kenji to sleep. (think: veranda of an inner city home with lots of sinampay---wahihihi:) // the heat wave did something to my nephew's skin that it left lesions and blotches. it was scarey and he looked pitiful. yet, i must admit he looked healthy, for a lil guy of seven months, he is tall, his hair is growing:), his senses are good, lalo na his eyesight(wahhhhh i talk like a pedia:)// his cheeks are full and pink and his legs grew longer than his torso... all things pointing to a beautiful 1 year old in september. :) yey to health!
his ointments that would come in tubes, lil, lil tubes are uber costly. argh.

my sisters and i proceeded to ayala, we had early dinner at bigby's// i do not like their high ceiling and interiors now that it's renovated, it's not quite as homey as it used to be// and ayala had sooo much construction going on...i slept the rest of the evening// the thing is, i went home sneezing, i even drooled while sleeping going to cebu. eeeeeeeeeck. talagang am tiredness to the maximum.......
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sunday we went clothes shopping. ang saya. cebu is like a shopping mecca. toinks. i did not get to go out with friends as promised because i had to spend more time with my sisters. i kinda thought wow, it's only been less than 3 years, how our lives changed but then again, we would never outgrow each other. 

dich mentioned how cpus is friends with ron//she told me that she treated him like a non entity the last time she saw him talk to cpus, well, i'm actually like let it go nalang// he knows wut he did anyway. :)

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i left cebu with the happiest heart// weekend was surreal. and am back to my daily reality.......... yet nothing should dampen my spirits or my happiness. i guess when you choose to obey, He works more quickly. and He keeps you safe. 
am choosing obedience altho it could be a boring route. 

nothing feels like looking at your windows and seeing how the sun rises at around 530// that's how i see Him working. and i know that truly He works. 
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i miss my family already. :( but, hey i've work to do...and more pictures to take. lalo na with these bangs. haha//
jam emailed that i looked deadly thin. God iwish she's right. i hate weight issues. troublesome and annoying.
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gala with czar at SM.......bacolod is home. czar and i might see things differently at times// but, am grateful i've a substitute sister in this lonely city. and it's not too lonely after all.

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it's frustrating how people would misread you. i shut up when i do not know anything this way the damage would be kept at a minimun// so i hope ppl would shut up// bang.

but, then again, when the need to complain arises. i'd remember keyword obedience.

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ACW maaaaaaaaaaaaan. :)

Bless You.

If you want to measure the strength of a man's hope, you must measure the quietness of his waiting. Our hope is never so weak as when we are excited. I have seen two men who were engaged in the same cause, and who were equally bent on the cause, affected quite differently in an argument. The one was fiery, impetuous, vehement, tempted to lose temper and prompted to be abusive; the other was calm, cool, quiet, disposed to be deferential and inclined to be conciliatory. Yet the second was the man of sure hope. He was calm because he was fearless, he was silent because he was sanguine. He had seen the star in the east and he knew it was travelling westward. He did not care to argue about it, to protest about it, to lose his temper about it. He was so sure of its coming that he was willing to make concessions. He could afford to be gentle, he could afford to be generous, in the light of the morning star.  Hope in Waiting By George Matheson

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