It's Not Just Where She Stands. It's More On That

She was often judged for the things she have done, and for all the reasons she live.

She was born in a big family of eleven children. She used to be a Daddy's girl and a sweetheart to her siblings.. She grew up to have everything in front of her, a favorite of the crowd and a loving child to everyone. Years had gone so quickly and the passing of days was unforeseen, until she realized she is a woman. Great responsibilities was bestowed upon her shoulders. Her early days was filled with colorful memories. Reading books was her passed time and she used to locked up her self in the school library just to finished every stories she had started to read. One day she asked her Dad, "daddy, for my next birthday, I want a set of Encyclopedia". Her father replied, " Dear, it is very expensive. But I will try my best to get it for you. Counting of days was over and waiting had paid off. She had gotten her first set of books. To her surprised it wasn't the set she wanted, however, she joyously grabbed them and start flipping the pages. She was the girl who wants to know everything and anything under the sun. For every stories she read brought her to somewhere she called " Wonderland". She turned seven and she was in primary 1. She is so proud to tell that she can even memorized the entire English textbook she had. She recited one, and it goes like this- Henny Penny. the story title. "Henny Penny is a hen. Henny Penny is a red hen. Henny Penny lays eggs. Henny Penny has ten eggs.. so on and so forth. It was funny as it still stuck in her mind embedded as She memories. Her school days was amazing. Like balls rolling, life isn't always  wonderful. Problems also came and in tantamount situations. Then she realized, her weaknesses. No matter what she must be firm and stay on her ground. She couldn't be any weak person for her family. Her big dreams started to shuttered. Her hopes faded like dust blown by the wind. She became little to herself and the only strength that was left in her was her Faith.

Witnessing her struggles was heart breaking. But her determination is tremendously amazing which inspired everyone who is known to her. Her life is filled with meaningful details which are undiscovered, unveiled. Yet, she believes that time will channeled her to her destinations. Along every steps in her journey she is not walking alone. She has with her people, her  soul and her inspirations.

It's not just where she stands, it's more on that and to be continued........

I Don't Feel Resting if its only means is to Slowdown

"this is my battle, this is my fight"

It's the last month of the year in the eve of a new dawn, I am still awake. My fingers are still hitting the keyboard of my Strawberry's computer. Unstoppable, and still wired - I am slammed on my bed flashing back  life events from the past week. Only one thing I learned and it's constant. Never expect things to come along as you wish it should be. Life is really unfair. You give love and try to understand. But imperfections hurts. The more I am trying to be perfect, the more I was judged wrongly. Anyway, this is my battle, my fight. Like rocks over the hills on the verge of falling down, I won't give up. No storm or disaster can ever stopped Me. If I have to face my fight ALONE, I will!

People always see people as different from each other. But I couldn't understand why they tend to compare these two creatures at some certain points. I am just human.. made up of flesh and bones. I am strong and also I am weak. I don't feel resting, if its only means is to slowdown. I want to move on and face my fight.

"Hmmmm, do I sounds serious? Well, maybe, but this is because I am  being realistic. I hate being squared. I don't want to be so radical. I admit, I am not a sweet girl to everyone. Dad was the only man who found me sweet. and maybe  Strawberry, as sweet as what I called him. But sometimes, because of some  S**** , I became sour.

This is the second night I stayed up late. Well, what to do? I am not sleepy nor wanting to even lay down. I want to shout from the top of my lungs that World!!!!! please listen and understand ME!!!.. In my silence, shouts my soul. In my loneliness I found real Joy. Strawberry? He must be sleeping tight on his slumber. Soundly snoring with his pillow in between his legs. Ooops... well just a tiny revelation. Sshhhhhh......... I am just guessing as we are miles away. I hope he can read this blog although I know he will not find any interest clicking to my blogsite.

Its 12:18 in the morning and the rain just started to pour again. A good time to sleep. Yet I can't. I really don't feel resting.