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Baguio. A small city up in the mountanious region of Northern Luzon, Philippines. With its peaceful, meditative atmosphere, its horseback riding tourist attractions, its cold weather that makes it hard to wake up in the morning, and its unique, therapeutic aroma of pine trees, one could call it the "New York" of the Philippines. Its the kind of place that brings people together. I love it, I simply love it.
Nothing stopped me from enjoying my trip to Baguio (except for the occasional nagging from my conscience for skipping three days of summer school). Despite that the awkwardness of him being there got to me sometimes, and the fact that my whole body is presently sore from the galloping and cantering of the horses, and the frustration that comes from playing mini-golf, it was a wonderful trip; one of the best.
And its true when I said that Baguio is the kind of place that helps conspire people together. . . He told me that he has been missing me. He gave me those small touches like when we first started. He lent me his jacket (as pathetic as it may seem, lending a jacket to a girl that likes you will completely flatter her). He let me know, without telling me, that he still feels for me. And I'm here, rest assured. But I'm confused.
Anyway, I'm going out of town yet again in the morrow! Time to put away Baguio, and get ready for the next best place -- the beach!!! Woohoo!!
To Those I've Come to Know and Love
"We're all under the same sky... And the world has conspired us to be together."
Thinking about things that stay the same; thinking about staying where you always were. Thoughts of similarities and memories of way back -- they make everything around you seem to change faster than you could ever catch up.
What is change? Having met and known a stranger is a drastic change that everyone takes for granted. Yes, its always the sudden, small changes that leave as fast as they come. Then again, they're the types that bring you to a soul to know and love. What is change? Its losing to gain. Its a gift that nobody wants, but it happens anyway.
When I see people who change to lose instead of to gain, I'm seeing life as trial and error. People who don't have that kind of guidance, do things, change for reasons that aren't good enough, and they fall flat on their behind. It's just a lack of guidance..
But even if change happens either to gain or to lose, I know that the world has brought us together, and my God has allowed us to meet. There must be a reason for knowing each other.
There must be a cause to know you, stranger. It has always been better to know you.
Oh, it is Love
Oh, it is Love
HelloGoodbye
Oh, it is love
From the first time I set my eyes up on yours
Thinking oh, is it love?
Oh dear
It's been hardly a moment
And you are already missed
There is still a bit of your skin
That I've yet to have kissed
Oh say please do not go
But you know, oh, you know that I must
Oh say I love you so
But you know, oh, you know you can trust
We'll be holding hands once again
All our broken plans I will mend
I will hold you tight so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my hand into yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Oh, dear, it's been hardly three days
And I'm longing to feel your embrace.
There are several days
Until I can see your sweet face.
Oh say, wouldn't you like to be older and married with me
Oh say, wouldn't it be nice to know right now that we'll be
Someday holding hands in the end
All our broken plans will have been
I will kiss you soft so you know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Your heart may long for love that is more near
So when I'm gone these words will be here
To ease every fear
And dry up every tear
And make it very clear
I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Oh it is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips against yours
Thinking oh is it love?
I kiss you and I know
It is love from the first
Time I pressed my lips onto yours
Thinking oh is it love?
Hoping is Coping
No one really knows how future ships would look or how they would be designed. Definately, they'll be different from what we see today. But there's something about ships that never change -- the anchor. This anchor helps every ship from crashing into rocks. The anchor helps stop ships from getting too close to the shore of a beautiful island. Anchors of every ship are unchanging. The same could be said of hope burning within people.
Alhtough people are always people, we go through the same struggles, temptations, joys, cliffs to jump, oceans to cross, and mountains to conquer; we all go through a moment of hoping.
Hope isnt just about being optimistic and assured of a promise, nor is it just an ambition. Hope is doing your part for something or someone you love. Hope is protecting love until you're destined to have it because fear is the heart of love. It isnt just presumptuous assurance, its something we'll all have to take on. Its faith withing fear; its beauty within burden.
>Just like love..<
To One Who Knows Me Best
Then a wall fell between us, but you were always there, always. You stand as close as you can, and I can see how much you care. Its not the same as before -- I can't do much but share my time with you. We're hanging by moments that go unsaid and unheard of. But, you and I, we don't need moments. We're here where, beyond actions and moments together, is our friendship. We're here where respect is all we have for each other.
You don't know how much happiness an outing with you can give me after being content with just knowing you care. Thats all I need. God has blessed me tremendously already.
How wonderful it is to see that you're back on your feet again. What a blessing.
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