Nothing is Simple

I used to lay in my bed and tried to find a reason.

A reason to stay..
A reason to leave..
A reason to give up..
A reason to believe..
A reason to remember..
A reason to forget..
A reason to love..
A reason to hate..
A reason just about.. everything.

Where did I go wrong? What's wrong with me?

I got tired of finding a reason so I stopped. Sometimes all you need is just to stop for a minute. Flashback memories might kill, but they come and go as well as feelings.

Nothing is simple. Why make them more complicated anyway?

Small Group

This is a group binded by our love for God.

@ Pies Surprise.

@ Appetite.

@ a Korean Resto in Ledesco.

I'm always looking forward to meet with these girls! They inspire me, they keep the fire burning in my heart, they water the seeds that God has already planted, they help me find my way back when I'm kinda lost, they make me feel and believe that I am not alone in my race with God.

We love to explore new places, eat, talk about God & simply pray for each other. :)

Selective Amnesia

Ohh...M*therfriggin' goat loving son of a biscuit eating sh*t hugging bunny... I forgot all about my blog!
I just came to my senses and realized I do have a blog (since 2008)! I have neglected this for such a veeeery looooong time. My mind's been preoccupied with a lot of different stuffs lately. Oh my, where do I even start? :|

March 29, 2012

If I ever push you away, I don't really mean to. When I tell you, I don't want to talk about it, I do. I am just looking for the right words. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you, I will. I'll try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say. I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and I don't know what to say first. I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. I miss you really easy but I also like that we can be apart and we are both okay. Space is good, too. I love the way we love some of the same things. And I love how we love entirely different things. My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and somehow, the future. I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying. And i love you.
Everyone's talking about Simsimi!
My news feed is flooded with posts about Simsimi or different conversations with this super-advanced chatting robot. I did try too! Haha. Most of the time this yellow chicken talks nonsense. But I admit chatting with this thingy was kinda fun. Here's a sample of our conversation. I typed my name just for the hell of it and look what I've got! This really made me chuckle!!! :P
You can talk about anything! Just be ready for his responses.
(Not even sure if he's a "HE") LOL.

You wanna talk to Simisimi too? Click HERE. :)