our journey towards the community

it was actually a nice activity...
i love being with many people and i love exploring a community...
a map would be of great help in locating places you have longed to visit but i haven't thought of being one of the persons to make a map....
it was so amazing how things work out that way...
it was not that easy at all..but its the best...


its best because it made me build friendship with my colleagues
................................it made me realize the importance of patience
................................made me realize that i can also walk a mile
................................it also have taught me how to view a place in a way that people usually don't view it.....its actually a perfect thing to be taught to everybody...



COMMUNITY MAPPING-a friendly acTivity. you benefit from it while others also benefit from your project.an activity that is best done by a group of individuals. it is useless once the journey was not enjoyed.


------AND ID RATHER MAKE A MAP THAN BEING A TOURIST....


^.thats HOW i define COMMUNITY MAPPING...

I WANT TO SLEEP NO MORE

It was still sunny. Lights turned on. All people were busy. And I, very tired and exhausted, lay on bed to catch 40 winks. I haven’t thought of anything. I was to weak to think. Then, without even noticing, my senses turned off and I suddenly fall asleep.

I felt something weird at those moments. It felt wrong. Something was happening. Then, in my mind, strange events appeared. A story which I won’t even desire to be real. I know it’s a dream, not a dream maybe but a nightmare. Its not suppose to be called a nightmare cause It happened at daytime. But who would prefer to call it daymare? Definitely no one!

Ill now start the story…
I was in a place so familiar. The pace I call home. I was packing my things up. I don’t know whats the reason but it maybe just a form of rebellious acts. My sister was crying. Trying o stop me from leaving. There was something in her eyes ―fear, sorrow, anger. I don’t know. I really don’t know how to read it. There’s just one thing I’m sure of― I want to take her with me. I hate leaving souls. I hate it very much. Then, in an instance, I found myself at my cousin’s house. Not really far away from home. Just a kilometer. Back in our place where my sister was left behind, she was still shedding tears. It was so painful for me to see her that way. It seems like my heart is breaking. The father arrived with a very unusual face. The face I don’t know. Maybe his just wearing a mask. He seemed to be evil. My sister was shaking upon seeing his face. I now know the reason for everything. My father that I have known for years was replaced by a stranger. A stranger so capable of hurting us. He was a demon indeed. He tried to hurt my loving sister. She tried to escape. Tried to be free but she is not capable. I, being the hero at that time suddenly appeared. i know I was strong in real life but I wonder how my character had remain unchanged in my imagination. I tried to kill my no-longer-father at that time. I was already holding a knife in my right hand and pointing it against him. I shouted and shouted and expressed my burdens and feelings. He remain silent. Not even a word came out of his mouth. i was so desperate and capable of committing a crime. I don’t want to get hurt again and I don’t want my sister to suffer. I would rather be in prison than do nothing at all. I was than taking a step forward and gaining strength for me to stub him to death. I got so wild and I cant control myself and then…

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…thank god I’m awake. It was horrible. I don’t want to sleep again. No more. This nightmare had made me feel the pain in reality. It was too much. I cant imagine my father hurting us. He loved as so, and we loved him too. It was just a nightmare. Nothing to worry about. It won’t happen. Maybe in my mind, but not in my sisters’. No! I wont allow that to happen. Tears were in my eyes. I cant bear the feeling. The mixed emotions. I was so terrified and it felt like the end of the world. I wont let my life to end in misery. I want a prosperous and happy ending story just like in fairy tales. And I know that…

“ it’s just the beginning and not the end.”

the man of my dreams...

I am actually a person fund of dreaming. i am fund of wishing something best for me. Things That will really satisfy me. I wanted to feel satisfaction within me for I haven’t felt it yet. I get to hold of things that I have wanted yesterday but found myself just ignoring it today. I don’t get contented of being who I am and what I have. I tend to explore and think that there is more for me than this. It was the reality that I cannot control. Maybe, just maybe, I would stop this longing once I meet the one. The one who will strong every day. The person who will let me feel that I am being loved and cared. The one who will make me feel complete and the one whom I can complete.
I did not dream for the perfect man. I dream for the best. Hmmmm. Not the best of all humanity, but the best one for me. He must be gentle, kind, intelligent, caring, generous, and he must also be rich. BUT IF GOD WON’T GIVE HIM TO ME, THEN I WILL ACCEPT MY DESTINY. I would accept the man who’s not in my dreams but he one who will soon be in my dreams.

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i wanna write about something but i cant think of any....
i cant think of a topic that will really catch everybody's interest....


do i need to write about love?...
about disasters...
about being emotions...
about sorroundings...
about myself...
or about god?...


i want to write about everything in just one composition...
but how?
i dont really know where to start and how....
i want to command my hands but it seems like my hands are also fighting for its rights...(she dont want to write, she said to me)
it sounds crazy but i can hear her....
maybe in silence...
haha....

a poem of reflection

I'm not sure if i know you, but i have loved you so, more than people knew, more than my actions can show. in words i cant define you, in appearance i cant describe you, in my heart i cant rate you, but within me, i can feel you. you have been everything to me, no more words i can say, oh god, you're such so powerful, i bow and salute you above all.

i sooo love 2nd hand serenade...

i love them and also there songs....they make me feel crazy,,....waaah....its just because of my friend....ug sa dihang nikanta siya...hahaha,....makain love....awhhhh..haha....i love it...

------------------Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
when you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your, what's your...)

Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

x4
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)

_your call.....