It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

My rambling today is about my own journey that I want to end. Can I escape? No. Can I leave? No? Can I die? Yes–but still no.

My life is not as bad… I know other people out there that are living in hell (figuratively). To put it bluntly–my problem is nothing compared to a girl raped by her own father and uncle… My issues in life are nothing compared to the little boy who has to walk 2 hours to school with an empty stomach… My pain is nothing compared to a mom who just lost her baby… What I’m worried about is really nothing… Some people are living in hell… While I am in purgatory (and I don’t know if I even believe in hell, purgatory, and heaven).

So why do I feel so hopeless when there are people around me who should have lost hope but are still hanging on?

Just writing this piece helped me put things in perspective (what a cliche–but it’s true). My troubles are nothing. Truly NOTHING. And I am so ashamed that I thought of escaping. I am ashamed that I felt this way.

from http://www.homemadecraftsandgift.com

There are many versions to this poem but the message does not change. I guess, people stronger than me have this attitude–the DON’T QUIT attitude. I once thought that I had that attitude. Once… A long time ago. And now, I’m beginning to feel that it might just come back. I just need to remember–It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit!

Well, hello world!

It’s been like forever since I last wrote–well, maybe not. That was just an exaggeration (of epic proportions–another one). My last post was like the last week of August and it was such a short post as well. Boring life much? I would have to say NO. But I just didn’t feel like writing. But mind you, there were (and still are) a lot of things that I wanted (and want!) to write about. I couldn’t make time–I wouldn’t make time. There, I said it.

Where do I even start? Ah! Pictures!!!

I am not a bike enthusiast but I do appreciate bikes (and some other stuff). I saw these babies while walking along the Dumaguete City Boulevard on September 1st 2012. Of course, I had to take pictures!

More boulevard pictures (there are times that we call it “boulevard of broken dreams”)

The tree and the Paulinian sisters

There are acacia trees along the boulevard.

Just one of the acacia trees along the boulevard of broken dreams… If trees can talk… It would go *boom*pak*zzzz*

On other news… I found this iPhone App several weeks ago. I was reading a Time magazine article about ‘amazing’ Apps and this was one of those Apps. I like the iPad version just because it’s A LOT bigger. My eyesight is terrible. It is called Flipboad–yes, you FLIP through the ‘pages’.

iPhone Version. Got to have the Food Board.

September wasn’t a very nice month. I was sick for 2 weeks. 2 effin weeks… BUT! Got to love my chicken soup. *slurp*

See the fat?!?! Yummy!!!

*I don’t have any type of flow in mind for this post. If you get lost, sorry. I got lost too*

I love pens! Pens and notebooks! Got these pens when I went out a few weeks ago.

11 all in all. There’s 1 black pen that’s hidden underneath.

Okay, that’s all for now. Got work to do!

 

Wazzup!!!

Will. Write. Soon.