The Perfect Shoe

At Nine o'clock am, I can't open my eyes, I'm so tired at work and I haven't have enough sleep yet. But, I have promised to my best friend that I'll be accompanying her to apply at Makati but We end up in Baclaran to buy a shoes for Sunday's Wedding. i'm sweating over my head and back, the humid air and rays of sunlight makes me drink a glass of water. I burst out with laughter, as the shoes of ann continue to breaks slowly on the side and even she can't walk into. I need to buy her one, so she can used it when she will be applying for work in makati. As I look, for the perfect shoe, either I end up over sized or out of stock. Until, I tried very hard to find one, Sometimes, we are too busy looking on our side that all this time that thing that you valued more are so near at you. That you seldom noticed. Until you look closely and listen to your heart. You pretend not to like, for many reasons your looking for much better, much benificial , much attractive and pleasant but all along all you wanted is thing you hope for, the thing you desire most. With the same style, the same wedge, the same color of authenticity that approves your senses. But,summing it up. You'll buy the shoes with your fave color, your own style, the one that fits you and the one that makes you comfortably walks around. No mater how much time you put up finding the right perfect shoe. In conclusion you are the one who makes decisions to have those pair of shoes.

My First BookFair: A Healing Episode

Countless Books, I encountered during the Book Fair last Sept.15. Alone, I mingle and I've been so fascinated how many publishing Bookstore participated that event. All kinds of ages enjoyed , summing around like bees in tons of books parading and exhibiting their featured contents. For Four Hours touring all the booths, some giving away bookmarks and article notebooks. I managed to stand with long hours of standing without taking my lunch just to swam around with books. Amazingly, I keep coming back on the same booth, I visited first. Its OMF Literature Publishing. Finally, I have waited, there is a live broadcast Interview of the writer who published the Book called "The Heart of Healing". I listened for about 5-15min., I was touched by his message and how dedicated he is in her loving wife who has a dreadful disease of Lupus, a gene disorder, a rare pathologic disease that dominated in females, I pitied the writer, I know how difficult it is to support and care a lupus patient because I experienced having that kind of patient during my internship years.
I can sense how dedicated and passionate he is, it determines that it is based on his true indwelling experiences how he fight and struggled together with his wife.
How he managed to care, support , help and provide for his family and for her loving and dying wife. A Husband whose willing to sacrifice even his own life but all he can give is his faith to go and live for his kids. The wife died and the book is the living legacy .A sign of his undying love for her wife so others can be inspired to learn to love unconditionally. The book serves as a healing tool for him and the kids, as well as, an instrument for others to be brave for the dreadful conditions that they are experiencing at this moment.The book will enhanced their faith in God, to continue to believe and be healed through the Good News that our Savior is always on our side, because he loves us unconditionally. While, I admired his effort and great love for her wife. If I could only wished that I'll find my Great Love, soon. But, furthermore, I've been walking alone in the aisle with books surrounding me and I felt good. Even, my feet swell with miles of walking. I sighed , what a wonderful day filled with thousands of books to see and I thank God for it.

Little Voices (Part3)

The most dreadful thing, I noticed. After, they used it, all the sacrifices, the hard work, and the undying sleepless night. You won’t be able to ask why, that as quickly as it disappears in front of you, as one dictator commanded it.
Some are too narrow in thinking, the only things that wanted to be heard is the exact answer with the same questions coming from out their mouth, chances ate they only want to hear , what they want to listen. They want people to talked, but, they want to hear their own voice echoing. They act as they say, they held appointments. Meetings and committee’s, but, reactions are not coming from them. Each direction are reprimanded and followed by fear not by will. Some has bigger ideas for future security, but the welfare
Of people involved are not well-defined. They set certain boundaries and schematic diagrams to enrich potentials in giving profit, but, both ends still questionable and unknown, that make a great escape, a great kind of event that makes the little ones lost, confused and cheated. Whenever a person asked me, why do people climb on a top of a mountain? I just answered them two statements. It’s an opportunity to climb and share the wondrous creations I have seen in m eyes, that a man could ever imagined or a chance to be one’s thorn, to throw rocks on people below to self-gain, self-security, self-fame, self-idolatry for other’s to follow and be slave for rudeness, selfishness, pride and ego. I was once in a group of team, where the shells sparkles like a diamond, but, I was wrong, it’s black as a coal. Some don’t have insights, their blinded with camaraderie made b extravagant gatherings and overwhelming praises. Some forget to hear their ears are entangled by fear, pride, self-centered and self security of the status, they intend to have. The pressure of choosing one’s integrity is overlooked by silent actions.
Some are traitors, judge mentalist, publicist, storytellers who had their own set of stories to unfold, one lines of music and lyrics to play without discovering the old strings, the real lines of the song. They do want they want, they change and replace the words and scattered them to the guitar strings. They set some new rules, but, unity and respect are not gained. Leadership is meant but safeguarding oneself and transferring responsibility are not ideal for a society. Good people, the dedicated one who has sincere, concerns are burned. Are kept and sealed in an open basket, Target arrows are tracking their paths; each detailed sequences are marked down and traced b an enemy unknown. Preparing to have a good kill and strike the good one’s upon each tunnel it passed.
Each survivor learn the strategy , a technique of reality that anyone could be instantly be naïve, or a consistent high rank vulture with a keen sense of eyeing for a prey, hunting each possible bait.