I miss this place.=)) but.. . to Bora is our next trip this April, hope to go with my office mates.. . plsss not during my ojt schedule, cant afford to make absences.
undeniably abandoned.. .
sad and quite.. .a picture of nothingness that becomes perfect to people who share the same silence.
jars are beautiful… .
but once broken, you can never put it back …the way it was. Beauty and uniqueness now becomes nothing with one careless act!!
no one to love.. . can’t find her
better are these pots and jars, who stay and wait.. . until a human touch!!
I suddenly run out of words, hmm… I guess this one will do. haha
The Starfish Story
Original Story by: Loren Eisley
One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed
a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean.
Approaching the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”
The youth replied, “Throwing starfish back into the ocean.
The surf is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.”
“Son,” the man said, “don’t you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish?
You can’t make a difference!”
After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish,
and threw it back into the surf. Then, smiling at the man, he said…”
I made a difference for that one.”
Maybe its right that no matter how high is the sky, still touches the sea, but do you know what is obvious and clear? no matter how close the sky meet the sea .. horizon would always be a clear line between, a forever extending boundary!!
I felt sorry for myself, we are just like the sky and the sea.. . we are so close but we could never be!! (sigh)
she’s hard to read.. .
there are thousands of words I say to stop my self .. .not to fall, but it takes only one that I rather be a fool.
