Spotlight

It seems that the light had shown its face, on a dim street we used to walk in as we continue our journey to the end leaflet. And we are bound to start another chapter, crossing different paths. But may life allow us to have that one day, when our feet touches the same stones and asphalts. Where we walk together just like the old days.

Photo taken by: Menchie

The Hopefuls

"Sometimes we go through things that we may never comprehend, but we just have to trust God that it will be okay in the end."

I'm about to loose the battle I started. "Game over" seemed to be so fast, that every day's been a race against time, and hope becomes an hour glass. Life becomes a room where light is in scarce, and misfortune leeches on you.

It's gonna rain, but the sun came out; still there's cloud to hinder its ray and it's gonna rain.

And it drawn my knees to kiss the earth, head pulled down and eyes are shut. The gaps between these fingers are filled with cries. Then my mouth started to utter words that only the wind can hear.

But the Mighty King's not deaf to hear, even the utters of ants could be heard. Inside that room where darkness dominates, He showed a ray of hope that strikes through the hole.

The hopefuls are trying to flap their wings and join the fleet. And their master poured them courage while the Creator gave them hope and chance.

The strokes of your pen might hold the future, but my God is mightier and He is the only one who knows my fate.

And my faith is in Him...

Tulay

Oh tulay nga mingtabok sa lawom na suba,
Gidakop mo ang akong huna-huna.

Oh suba mypa ka mingsidlak,
sa kanindot nimo gusto ko muambak.

Unta imu kung saw.on,
ug tagui ko sa imung lawom.

In Time

It may seem that the puzzle becomes undone, but everything shall fall to where it should belong, at the right place and in GOD's time.

Strokes and Curves

When you talk about passion, I'd say Fashion.

They say that fashion is the art of expressing oneself through pieces of cloth and a pair of shoes. Every enthusiast are distinguished in an instance, for the passion is seen in their physical.

But in me you can't see and you can't say at all. Maybe I don't have what it takes to be called an enthusiast, but inside this heart is a burning desire to make those sketches into a real and tangible dream.

I'll be preparing my own runway for my own creations, and this world will be my audience.