feels like ET

one day, i was viewing my tumblr dashboard and saw this.

i was so inspired to taste the same thing!! so, together with my sisters.. we bought this…

chocolate over chocolate!!

INDULGANCE!!

Dear Reader,

I know it might not be true to all families, but the Mother is always the one easiest to approach in cases you need (or in my case WANT) something because it will be her who would decide to buy you one or not.

I know I’m working and am earning for myself, but there are just some things that are hard to buy with my own money (because you know, it hurts when you get it out from your pocket.. hehehe)

Yesterday, Mom and I, along with other friends, were circling the city when I got my eyes locked to certain things I want. Mom, although it needed some little “pacute” for her to say yes, bought the things i wanted.

1. Headphones

2. Some Camping/Travelling things

3. A Bag

4. A CUTE Dress

***oh i bought this… hehehe..

Thank You Parents! Thank You Mom! Thank You Lord for all your blessings.. =]

What becomes of a bag stuffed with stones, nails, knives, candies, chocolates, and cotton?

Eventually the candies melt, the chocolate turns to syrup, and the cotton loses its fluff..
What’s left are the stones, nails and knives…

The bag would tear and holes allow things to burst out..

Then in time someone finds the bag.. Stitches it up and takes care of it, making sure it’ll never be torn again..

The bag may be a garbage to one person.. But a priceless gift to another..

Dear reader,

As I was about to close my eyes, you rushed in and swept my mind empty of its thoughts!

I have far long tried to fog out the lines that connect my treasured emotions to your kind land, filling even the slightest moments with hand wondering works instead of reminiscing those flat flames that kept my kindred heart soothe with comfort and companionship.

Now I get it. You have always been at my back when I needed you but I choose to let you go. For not only do I make it difficult for me to breathe knowing that you have kept those palms open, it is also hard for you no matter how you deftly hear it to keep the words you have spoken and sworn.

I will forever lock into these lobes the jitters, the hums, the sweet melow dramatic pauses of which only you and I have known. I could only wish, may it be too selfish of me, for you to hold on to the same melody as what I am dearly singing.

It will never be goodbye!