Her Name is WILDA

“parating na si auntie dadang nyo, magpakabait kayo…”

In the back of my mind, Who’s she? Why does she seem so important? And then she came, walk straight in front of us and hugged everyone in the crowd. Saying “hello”, “how are u”, “I missed u”, “how’s life?”… She looks sophisticated. In her eyes I saw excitement. And then she walk towards me and said “Kamusta ka na nene? Ang laki mo na.” As I look at her eyes, I drew a fake smile to that stranger. And before I knew it, she left.
It happens every other year, for how many years, this stranger always came and makes things worthwhile. Same scenario happens every time she’ll be here… I’ll see the same face, hear the same words, and draw the same smile. But when I drew the same fake smile, this stranger smiled at me. A smile I never thought she’ll give me. That perfect smile without hesitation and pretention. Her face defines honesty. Her hair sways softly with the wind. I never saw someone who can move freely as she does. Her simple gaze bring smile to anyone’s face. Her aura tells everyone that “life is short, make it worthwhile.” And she left again.

After another year, they said she’s coming. I felt something different. Why am I excited to see her? And she walks in. I saw the same face, heard the same voice…hugged her differently and smile without a doubt. What’s going on? This stranger seem to be someone I want to know. Year after year, same scenario happens. And this scenario draw me closer to this stranger. Things happened fast. I don't seem to remember when is the first time i called her auntie. But this stranger took my heart...it's as if i am never restless when she's there.

...she's Wilda.

._life_.

Maybe God wants us to meet few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

When the door of happiness closes, another one opens, but oftentimes we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one that has been opened for us. The best kind of friend is someone you can sit with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

"Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you in return" just wait for it to grow in their heart. If it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for the looks, for they can deceive. Don't go for the wealth; even that fades away. find the one who makes your heart smile. Dream what you want to dream. Go wherever you want to go. Be what you want to be. You have only one life and one chance to do all things you want to do. You may have enough happiness to make you sweat, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to make you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person too. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes their way. Happiness is given to those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched their lives. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your failures and heartaches...

"When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying."

friend?

The sweetness of friendship veers into the pain of betrayal. He speaks when you turn your back. He makes face when you look at him. He is classified as a mirror - great liar! He utters thoughtless words to satisfy his childish needs. He stabs at anyone's back in order to save his self from great humiliation. a pathetic being, in order to beat his needs...he's willing to sacrifice friendship and give up love without hesitation. He shows apathy to everyone. Show him importance, he'll take you for granted. Give him power, he'll over use it. Show him love, he won't mind. Give him respect, he don't deserve it. Give him trust, he'll break it!

Another friendship had been broken. "Forget not honesty; but let thine heart keep its trust."

..heart speaks..

when heart refuses to be calmed, admit that
something is wrong...

an unexplainable feeling of being worried about someone you love. such a pain in the neck. you are guilty beyond reasonable doubt. but you can't deny it...for the fact that you know you are wrong. you can fool everyone ,, but you cannot fool yourself nor the one who speaks to your heart honestly. there is a reward for everything. maybe tomorrow, or on the day we both don't know,, we will find our place.. the place where you and i belong..

[:YOU AS MY DOMICILE:]

hark! i feel the pain badly,
sorrow runs into my veins....
my desire to be appreciated??
- it was never gone.
after how many years,
i tried to stand for my own
but never i was spared
at least a bit of affection.
i feel empty..!
alone, i am still alone.
it was him whom i
have been chosen to love..
a hypocrite gentleman Juan dela Cruz
with one in a billion opportunity.
i don't know how long and
how far this feeling could go.
being perplex and imbecile,
conscience often visit me,,
from somewhere to nowhere..
the mistakes i've done in my past
brought me here...
at least i became stronger..
but i never thought he''d act as if
he's a child...
a pretty immature boy..
there is nothing left..
everything we had was gone..

in the end, nothing is truly mine to keep.

-mizchyiel

.michael molina nael.

An almost perfect dad and I couldn't ask for more. I am simply being spoiled by his love and material things also. Often times I ask for worldly things. He gives me what I want. But several times... He couldn't. I ask for material things, (that's me), and asking for those makes me happy... Not because I’m blinded by those shinning and shimmering materials. I’m not that kind of daughter. But to see papa striving and working hard to earn something to give what I want, it melts my heart to see how much he loves me that whenever I ask for something, he will instantly give it to me. I’m happy to have material thing and be called ‘materialistic’... And I’m glad to have a papa like him. I know his not perfect. And I too, am not perfect. Sometimes I accidentally hurt him because of my will of reaching for my goals. It makes me feel selfish. If I could turn back the time, I’ll do everything to please him. I’m not the one (the daughter) he wants me to be. He named me right after his name. But it was I who ruined his reputation. It was I who put him into a delicate situation. I do love him. And I’ll do everything to achieve my goals; I’ll do it for him. He will march with me as I graduate in my high school days next year. He will be my 18th rose in my debut after 2 years. He will put medals on me after completing my college years. And he will be with me as we (mama and I) migrate to New Zealand. Here in my heart... Michael Molina Nael will never be replaced.

between two angels...

there stood in a garden, a child sweet and fair,
watching some fruit hat hang ripening there.
two anxious angels were watching above:
one gazing in hatred, the other in love:
one clothed in black, the other in white.

the child never dreamed that the angels were there.
he just longed for the fruit so rich and so rare.
how i should like that big apple so red,
but forget what my dear mother said,
that doing the things i'm forbidden to do
would make me unhappy and grieve her heart, too.

"take it," the dark angel whispered, "and eat it.
it is not very often you get such a treat.
there is no one to see you and no one to tell."
so up went a hand, it could reach the fruit well.

but the child paused a moment and said as he smiled,
"i'll not be a thief, i'll be a go0d child."
the rustling sound stirred the soft summer air.
one angel was gone but the other was still there.

the angel of darkness had taken its flight.
the child was alone with the angel of light.
in this little story we plainly can see,
an everyday lesson for you and for me:
we can conquer temptations - the angel of night,
if we listen to conscience - the angel of light.

[a story from the goddess of love]

my domicile

last night..is a quiet night. it was 11 o'clock in the evening.. i can't sleep. hours pass very slow,, everyone is a sleep. i can hear them snore., i can hear the ticking of the clock.. my heart beats fast. half an hour passed,, still i can't sleep.. can't grab some milk ,, can't even go down to the kitchen. i'm scared. i don't know why. it was very quiet. and something in me ordered my feet to go in the ro0f top. i went to the dusty, dangerous, slippery roof.. to think what should i do,, to think if it's better to talk to him over the phone or act like nothing happened. reminiscing past,,i went up to gaze stars ..only to find out ..that it was a cloudy night. no stars. and after a few moment of thinking,, rain started to fall. that very moment, rain wet me up slowly,, and i can't move from where i am. in my silence , tears run down to my cheeks. as rain washed me up., my heart calmed for a while. as tears run down from my eyes,, i felt peace. rain turned to drizzle.. it was 12 in the midnight. it's time for me to go down and sleep. before i leave my domicile,, the moon smiled at me,, and stars showed up one by one.