eye candy

The candy shell grabs attention, but the center's what counts. Look past surfaces.

Hello, Stranger

Hello, Stranger.

It is I once again, trying to reach out.

If only we could be together right now, that would make such a huge difference.

If only I could hold your hand so that you'd stop wandering the streets alone.

Hello, Stranger.

It is I once again. trying to reach out.

I want to touch your face so I could stop tracing it in my head.

I would love to just sit next to you so we could finally stop watching the stars in different time zones.

LOL.

Hello, Stranger.

When I grow up, I want to be a dinosaur.

This weekend's activity was a cartoon marathon which suddenly led me to reminisce my childhood. The smell of cotton candy suddenly hits the air... ahhhh... sweet... inviting and probably a bit more than that to a child. To an adult, it is nothing but spun sugar.


I went from paper dolls to cabbage patch dolls to water guns to pellet guns to Lego and finally to Barbie dolls. Often times I find myself playing alone or playing with my baby brother which always ended into a huge squabble because I liked his remote controlled cars better than my motionless dolls. I remember cutting the hair of the dolls to make them look masculine. And I always wondered why my mom would get mad at me for doing that. All I wanted was for Barbie to have a partner.

I loved every bit of my childhood. The spoiling was unbelievable. They're the greatest. The wounds from biking and running, the tears, the snacks!!! We were tolerated young kids, my siblings and I. I was an extremely happy child that got everything I ever wanted from my parents: love, attention, and more toys as I grew older.

I remember having an open wound on the top of my head from reenacting a shampoo commercial I saw on TV (happened in the bathroom)—they had to shave the hair on that area of my head. I thought it was sooo cool.


It is so much easier getting into trouble than trying to act responsible. After all, who are we trying to impress? At the end of the day, I know I only have myself to answer to.
I realized that if I don't do anything with my life now, then I might as well just throw myself into nothingness.

I have to say that my dad wasn’t kidding when he said that being an adult is a lot of responsibility.

Last week I had a breakfast my mentor and we talked about life in general.
A remarkable part of our talk was when he shared his way of dealing with the ever changing world; it’s that we should live each day for the moment, as every second in our life would never happen again. Savor each moment that passes by for we could never turn back the hands of time—what happened a second ago won't happen again.

Which leads me back to think about all the seriousness that I've been putting my life through lately, I have to stop and breathe.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” was a question asked by one of my 4th grade teachers back in my elementary days. “That is your homework,” she added smugly.
I never finished this homework.

That Feeling

When doubt starts, you know you're in trouble.

Have you ever thought about something that shook the foundation of your principles? Something that's undeniably wrong yet a single dose of the thought is wildly entertaining?



I am curious.
Very curious.