Books for thoughts

Growing up i have always been passionate or sensitive about my surroundings and the people around me. I was lucky enough to have parents who made my education a top priority. I was sent to exclusive schools and was able to benefit the proper education that i need. But i have come think that even though some of us may be living the "life" we are still living in one of the poorest countries in Asia and as i said i am sensitive to my surroundings and i can't stand it that people get hungrier and poorer everyday --- and this is where it all started, the "library" plan. I may not be able to get all of the poor people out of the street but it has always been a dream to help even in just my own little way.

These children are the next generation of our country. Can you imagine how hard it is for them to go to school? And the schools they attend to dont even have enough books for them. I was able to watch one of the documentaries about Kids here in the Philippines who are living in the mountains..imagine that they have to wake up 3 o'clock in the morning and walk for 4hours to their school... and when they get there they are already exhausted and some have to sit on the floor because they dont have enough chairs. We should think about it. They need a better future and all of us can help. Even with just one act of random kindness it can make a whole lot of difference.

We were at Calea - me, iya and karla and we were inspired by karla to start a library for the less privileged. We'll start small, probably at the town of Pontevedra. The elementary school at Pontevedra will benefit these books. I really want to make this happen and we will do whatever we can.

Iya is with the NGO Anak.. an organization who teach and fund scholarships from schools all over Bacolod. It's a step higher for her.. Karla is our everdearest SK whose got great plans for the "kabataan" hahaha. It feels good to share the same passion with your friends and you know great things can happen afterwards. For those who share the same passion with us...we are open for donations of old, used or new books. We will be conducting a book drive. Just message me and we will pick up the books at your doorstep.

**watch out for our website (its a work in progress by Spooky), Once everything is detailed and planned out totally i will keep all of you out there posted.

dreaming

i just love this song...

Must have been dreaming not sleeping
Must have been living not thinking
I let my hair down and let you in
Must have been roses that summer

It's the small details I remember
The way that you laughed
And your hands moved me
You'll keep me warm forever
You gave me space to be

And though you're gone
I know you're dancing
In the next room
It wont be long
Until I'm dancing with you
Cos I never felt this way before

Must have been singing not speaking
Must have been waving not drowning
In the afternoon sunlight
You kept smiling
And I was so happy I found you

You got me spinning around
You got me upside down
You got me 

work! work! work!

I AM sooo bummed. 80% of my time is work. the 20% is divided for my sleep, boyfriend, friends (the time i spend with them is not even close to enough. -- i miss them so much), social life -(wait! i dont have a social life anymore). this sucks. this has been my situation for 9months already. yes, i am whining. but what else can i do? i cant stop now. this is my way of showing my mom --- or the world that i can be independent or shall i say can be responsible. i need to keep this job to prove something. gosh. this is so lame. how can i let the good times roll? help! save me from my self?!

the sweetest guy in the whole world

he might not show it but it is crystal clear to me. the only person who understands me. we've been together for some time now. and there's not a moment withhim that i regret. i've never been happier! he showed me the true meaning of love. he brings out the best in me. we've been through a lot. and its been tough. but the happiness we get from each other has a whole new meaning. it does pay to give a second chance. challenges has made us stronger. it feels like ecstacy to know that the person we've been waiting for is finally with us.

"misunderstood most of the time --- you and i. that's why we're made for each
other. "

i have to say it... we are perfect in that fucked up way.

my starfishie

nine years of friendship. it all started at Usls-is. we were in grade six, where crushes were on the top of our priorities. "the boys we go to school for". we were in different sections but somehow we reached out to each other and became really good friends. exchanging letters during reces about everything. we confided with each other -- shared secrets, laughed and even cried. then there was high school. got transferred to an all girl school, which i thought the whole idea would totally wreck my life. but i was wrong.it gave me a whole new meaning especially u will be transferring with me... we woke up one day and *poof we have boobs. (ofcourse i always envied yours, they were much healthier.hahah). puppy love entered our lives and bringing back those memories is so much fun. "boys" never left our thoughts. haha we were really crazy. so much had happened and we witnessed each other's lives evolve, from losing our baby teeth to losing our lovers. event losing a parent. we had our hearts broken but we carried on. our small talks colored our free time. you were a friend who knew how to understand. and mostly listened. we didnt have to be together all the time to prove our friendship back in high school. you were my silent half. like an angel who watches over me. you knew everything and you taught me so much. then comes the wonderful world of college life! it was a different taste of freedom. and we adjusted just fine. we loved our freedom. we felt like we were grown ups already. we didnt plan it but we took the same course. you loved everything/everyone i loved. you knew me inside and out. you knew how to handle my mood swings...(im not the only wone with curly hair). haha. i remember going to your house. your room was our own special world. tested our curiositites. smoked , drank and so much more. and i can never forget your fridge... so much goodies in it you wouldnt want to go home once you opened it. we even had that pink furry notebook. it was our diary of the things we encountered everyday, our secrets, secret needs and wants. haha. for the hard part... we had the "falling out" moment. and she just wouldn't listen, got tired of me... i felt like a bomb inside me is about to explode. i wanted to reach out to her and just talk... talk about the things we misunderstood. but everyday someone or something is pulling us apart. it was so bad that i feel my heart break every second. she was irreplaceable. i was mad. really mad. until the time i gave up. we gave it time. about 8 months maybe. when i go out with our common friends they cant avoid talking about her. it still hurts. i miss her. the time i had the courage to go talk to her, i was too late. She left for the states already. i felt like my world crashed down on me.