Monday, June 21, 2010


Yeah. that's myfather.The only one. Ayah is being a great ayah. Here're some poem for you. Just for you.

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings! 
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night. 

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart. 

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.

"To her the name of father was another name for love."
~By Fanny Fern.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


ILY enough to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifise myself for you if need be.
ILY enough to miss you incredibly when we're apart, no matter what lenght of time it's for and regardless of the distance.
ILY enough to believe in our relationship, to stand by it through the worse of times, to have faith in our strength as a couple and to never give up on us.
ILY enough to spend the rest of mylife with you, be there for you when you need or want me and never ever want to leave you or live without you. ILYTM.

highlights :

I can be myself when I am with you.
• Your terrific sense of humor
• Love is, what you mean to me - and you mean everything.
• Your love for me is a natural anti-depressant.
• Your love is an effective anti-dote to despair
• And, of-course, your intelligence, 'cause you were smart enough to fall in love with me ;-)

i'll never let you down syg. you always be there for me. just like now.
i mean it!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


I'am a part of all that i have touched and all that has touched me.
Memory is more indelible than ink mydear buddies/darling's.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself ?" and i would respond, "Nothing."

     And i would swallow hard, nod myhead, and repeat, "Nothing." They look me up and down then respond with an exaggerated, "Mmmm..." Then they would shrug their shoulder in that big John Wayne-way of they and change the subject. But as they moved on to ask me about what would you wishing for yourself to grab it? Smiling said its might be Him.
   I'll admit it now, sometimes I found these calls exasperating. But I realize now that this question has been a part of my life since I could speak. I remember walking home from school, knowing my dad would be there, the question on his lips. And I would sometimes dawdle a little on the way, trying to think of an answer. Had I done something clever? Had I read something interesting?

   Maybe the question was just a way to open a conversation. Maybe he just wanted to know how my day had gone. But now I realize it took on much greater meaning to me.
      So today, in honor of my dream's, I would like to take another upportunity to account myself.
      What do I have to say for myself?
      I say that I love deeply and me loved.
      I know how to think clearly and act on what I believe.
      I know how to set myprorities.
      And when I see people around me, I now always ask them,
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself ?"
  Thanks, mydear buddies/darling's. :)

Friday, June 4, 2010


Filipino : Nagdaramdam
French : Désolé
Hindi : खेद
Italian : Scusa
Japanese : 申し訳ありません
Korean : 죄송합니다
Portuguese : Desculpe
Thai : ขอโทษ
Vietnamese : Xin lỗi