Isa akong ibon na nais maging malaya. Nilikha ako para maglakbay sa kawalan at alamin ang katotohanan sa likod ng mga pagsubok sa buhay. Ako’y patungo sa ibat- ibang dako ng mundo kung saan ang lahat ay malalim at hindi matarok ng payak na kaisipan. Ako ay ako... isang obra ng diyos na hindi dapat padaig sa sigaw ng emosyon... upang maging malakas at dakila

Nais kong makarating at hindi na kailanman bumalik sa isang lugar na akin ng naparoonan. Walang lugar ang luha, at aking mga pagtangis sa aking pakikibaka. Ako’y isinilang para sa isang dakilang misyon na tanging diyos lang ang nakakaunawa.

Ibon nga ba akong malaya?...

The wind has something to say, it has message to tell, where our naked eyes can hardly see and comprehend. I woke up today with tremble and fear- nightmare struck me. I am a typical girl who inevitably following trends in life. I've become a Christian, but I am ashamed of myself as a human. I am not a follower in Christ in deeds. I followed my own path, my own will which just keep bringing destructions in my soul. But what can I do? I have no power to act, when the happiness and the strength in my heart depend for what God has asked me to give up. How can I mend my lost spirit?
The days are becoming nearer now. I duck my head with regrets and asking for forgiveness and mercy. I hope this day is not the end to change...

Unconditional Love

Sometimes I feel dumb... No words run in my head, and my hands are stuck up for a moment. But of course the passion is always with me, waiting for the thoughts to come, like a man waits for the sunset to arrive. My day is good so far. I was with my sweetheart. I felt so good when the time stopped for us. I love him so dearly. He is my world, and my heart. I can’t imagine a life without him. It’s like a world with no colour, like a useless piece. In short, he is my world, my everything. ..

Sometimes I feel the great disparity between us. I think he could not understand my depth as a person, as being passionate, sweet, and being romantic. But in spite all those things, I love him unconditionally... And that’s what love simply means, that you’re actually in love with a person without any reason. You just can just feel deep within your heart that he’s the one you want to be with the rest of your life.

PASSION OF WRITING

No words would describe the passion that burns in me when it comes to writing. I can create my own world, turn life into fantasy, and give my life a purpose; when I seem to give up in this crucial world called earth. I can enhance the profound words, and swim in the deepest thoughts where I can be myself. I can go in a place that is unknown, that men couldn’t reach unless they would go beyond the reality. I would cry in the most hurtful pain, express my fervent feelings…that my readers would understand the real me that always seemed to hide. I was born to write, blood is in me to be a writer. I guess the depth of the ocean wouldn’t be enough to define how my soul is hungry to be excellent in writing. I would always strive to be fit with that profession, “writer” not just by its name, yet well known for my masterpiece.

No one had taught me to swim, but I took a risk for me to learn. I had jumped into the deepest sea with nothingness, just a faith that was always telling me that I could make it. It was like loving without expecting in return, living without reason, and fighting without anything… This seed I called passion that grows into my soul is the reason of my existence, why I’m here and what I’m living for.

I grew with the belief that pains would give the colors in writing. Most of the time I wrote because of anguish, hurts, and laments. I knew in my heart that those things were the factors which give the real power in writing that gives the real beauty in the piece. But one day I just woke up from my deep slumber and figured out I was wrong. Suddenly the real meaning of passion was bestowed into my being which made me a different person. I don’t know the exact reason for this, but of one thing I’m sure, someone has helped me to understand what it means to be a real writer. He plainly compared writing to painting, making me understand that a writer must learn to draw the emotion from deep within his heart, and place it on the page... It was just a cliché,’ but struck my heart deep within.

As I browsed the life I had in my latter years, I realized that I’m brave enough… I’m continually standing, and coping with this life full of hurts. Writing had become my remedy to heal the deep scars and infinite pains that swallowed my subsidence as a human. I know that some would see me as hopeless; but if you would look deeper into the real me, not just looking the outside. You would see that I’m strong despite all the failed things in my life… I have solely lived my life with my heart full of hopes.

And if I would be trapped on a desert island, and lose everything, I would find a way to write, to obtain the greatest passion that I have, and find my way back home. As long as I breathe my stories will not stop, my imagination will continue its way to reach the end of the journey of excellence, to be a great writer

I have to thank God for having a chance to be born, to be aware in things, to fight for what is right, and to have the freedom to be a writer. I’m overwhelmed with so much love for writing.

Writing isn't just a passion for me, it gives me a thousand reasons to live my life through the most insurmountable barriers. Writing is the breath I take, the hope I live with, and the principle I stand for. I keep it in my heart full of tenderness, and I will remain a writer until all things pass away. It is like a sweet song that warms the heart, a fire that is continously ablaze as time passes by, and a flower that blooms in a meadow.

It is the desire of my heart to grow as a writer who doesn't stop with the ultimate knowledge, but continues the search to be great. I want to prove that a writer isn't just someone who knows how to play with the words, but knows how to use his heart. This is what I am. . . I believe the heart is the foundation of writing, it is the mother of all words, the voice that cries out from the depths of the soul and the ingredient to grow the most luscious food ever to be tasted by the mind. Yes, my heart is the reason I cannot stop myself from writing. If I ever came to the point where I lost my capability to write, or if the strength of my desire should wane, my heart would be the one who would speak the unwritten words that live in my soul. My heart would still manifest the hidden passion that lives in me. . .