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I am a bird living in a marvelous and exquisite cage and it is placed near the window, and from where I am, I could see the sky. I watch it changes its color everyday. Sometimes the sky is blue and clear like a canvas which you can paint anything you wanted, but sometimes, the sky is grey and it cries like a child. I always get frightened when I hear the thunder scolds the sky or when the lightning hit it, because I know that it is in so much pain. If only I could hug and save the sky from the cruelty of the thunder and the lightning maybe it'll stop crying. There are also times that the sky is purple and looking so lovely with its twinkling stars hanging from above, and shining so brightly. I envy the sky because it is so wonderful that it could change colors like that. I wish that my feathers can change color too, the way my mood shifts, but I am not as special as the sky. I am just a bird. One time I saw my kind sitting outside the window, and he seems tired, but he is...

God has given us our senses, even the common sense, and scientist define this senses. We have our eyes that let us see the beauty of the world, our ears to hear pleasant words, our nose to appreciate the fragrance of the flowers and other stuff, our tongue to taste all those delicacies and to speak of good things and lastly our skin to feel, but there are times that we don't use it very well.While some of us are lacking it and they are wishing to have complete senses. So how do you use your sense? I used mine differently and in a wrong way, that's why I pretend, while other people are wishing to have what I have. For me, they are lucky because they are not able to see or to hear or to feel the ugliness and the meanness of this world, that's why most of the time I wish I am, them, but of course I am still thankful for being complete. There are times in my life, well most of the time to be honest, when I pretend to be deaf, so as not to hear all those stupid things other...

I was driving gleefully towards the beautiful State of HAPPINESS. I passed along a beautiful meadow where cows were grazing, and then I passed into an old stone arched bridge like the bridges in old movies. The river I passed by was glistening and it was calm. It was a beautiful day to drive and to go on a road trip. My windows were down and the warm breeze of summer kissed me.The road was smooth and it was just a straight road, no right, no left, just straight ahead. I was enjoying the view that I forgot  to look on where I was already going and when I returned my gaze on the road. I was surprised because it was a different road already. How did that happen? The road was already rough and there's no meadow, but a place full of tall, thorny weeds, and the trees were leafless, and it's branches were like claws.The breeze was cold and it gave me chills so I closed my windows, but even the windows were icy and it could give you  frostbites. I wanted to step the breaks, ...

"You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It wont happen automatically. You'll have to rise up and say, 'I don't care how hard it is, I don't care how disappointed I am, I'm not going to let this get the best of me. I'm moving on with my life." - Joel Osteen, Your Best Life Now. Everyday we make decisions and choices from morning to evening, and sometimes those decisions we make are the things we usually regret, even though it takes us some time to decide, just like me right now. It has been a week since I made up my mind about letting go of someone very dear to me and moving on, though it's very difficult, because that person made a mark in my life. It's not his fault, actually it is mine, because I let myself fell in his trap, and now I am having a difficult time. He's my best friend, but please don't misjudge him, and don't say that it was friend zone because it isn't. I don't blame him for anything, bec...

I was a year old when my father died, but it feels like I have lived with him until now, as if he wasn't gone for seventeen years. My dad died because of cancer, though I was still very young, I could still remember most of it that I spend time with him, especially when my mom tells me. I could picture the blood running in his nose and the pain he felt. I didn't understand what cancer was before. I thought it's just like fever or cold, but it's worse than any illness, it can take away your life. I thought cancer would leave our life, but it doesn't. When I was in sophomore, my uncle felt nausea and he felt wobbly. He thought that it was just because of over fatigue, so he just it aside, and then it happened again and he started to lose consciousness. When my mom and my aunt took him to the hospital, they found out that he was sick, seriously sick. My aunt's world shattered and ours too. Not him, too. Why in the world did Cancer always target my family? First ...

It was scarlet, Then it was purple. The diamonds hang lonely, The pearls look up sadly. Rain pours dramatically, Sun shines sternly. I look up at the Universe, And see how they lament with me. I flooded the world, And the year soothes me. Months embrace me, And lull me in their arms. Days shower me with kisses, But no one can take away the pain. Oh, pain! I cried at night. Oh, pain! I plea, "go away!" Finally my pleas are heard, But pain leaves a mark. A crack in my Universe, and cannot be fixed.

I don’t know what my future will be because there’s still the present that I have to live in order to build my future, but who in this world does not think of the future, even I do. I am as curious as anybody else what my future will be and there are times that I think that maybe I’ll be a bum, knocking on doors and asking for a penny or something and sometimes I think that I’ll be what I dream of, but I can’t tell if that will happen. I always see myself as in front of the computer, writing something extraordinary and something out of experience with a cup of coffee beside my computer and piles of manuscript that still need some polishing and lots of sticky note posted in my board. I will have eye bags and I will look like a zombie. I don’t have a family yet, because I am so dedicated with what I am doing and I think a family will just intervene with my work. There will be deadlines that I have to meet and I’m starting to get crazy because I don’t know what else to do, but after a...